Paw Patrol Bad Guy Novels & Stories

Daisy called after them as she itched her skin angrilly. I’m sure I had the worst experience of all but Daisy is the angriest. She got a skin infection which led to a rash after getting in to the hot tub or using a towel (I’m not sure which) and now she’s covered with calamine lotion all over and a large sun hat on her head. Paige on the other hand, had a stomach bug from something she ate at the candle lit dinner (which can honestly be anything seeing as she ate everything in sight!)

The badger was in a threatening position as it reared up and snarled. "I thought I smelled something bad!" Sprucepaw felt her heart racing when she saw a lithe shape erupt from the undergrowth and leap onto the badger's back. "Nightclaw, get that kit out of here, we've got this!" yowled the light brown tabby tom. Before Sprucepaw could say anything, she felt someone guide her away from the badger and deeper into the dark forest. Sprucepaw's fur was standing on end with fear as she realized too late they had noticed she wasn't just an ordinary rogue or kit.

Shawn was about to challenge the person in the car behind him until he accelerated and suddenly hit the back of the GT-R, suddenly making Samara jump while screaming because she almost hit the dashboard. "What the f..." Shawn cursed. He was about to stop his car, but Samara stopped him immediately. "It's them, Brother!" said Samara frantically. "Yugo must have reported us to Mr Kevin. Am I right? They can't let us go, Brother!" Samara said. She could feel his palms sweating. Shawn glanced in the rearview mirror, watching the car behind him bustling them. From the way it drove, Shawn was sure the car was intent on hitting again. So, before the car could hit again, Shawn quickly turned the whe

"My bad" Arman shrugged, taking his eyes away, "oh we got another addition, Percy my friend." He gestured to the last car as a young man, slightly older than them, stepped out of his car, followed by... Luna? Luna too expressed shock on seeing him. He composed his features, drawing a blank stare. She had not replied to his text. "So happy new month, guys! This is how we're gonna do this." Arman, the ringleader announced, "There are five guys and four beautiful girls here so one gentleman will have to go without a girl... Okay, we'll do it this way."

“So do you need help getting your girl back? I can help.” Charlie scoffed. “Chill kid, I can help myself get my girl back. I don’t need your help you need your help and mine to survive here. The Bad Boys Club will be on your case from now on. And don’t forget that Annabel Reed has made herself your patrol officer too.”

Sia replied, throwing her hoodie over her head and started jogging. “You are a good fighter!” The girl suddenly hollered into the night and Sia felt a smile spreading across her lips as she continued jogging, not pausing for a moment. “Can you find out who she is?” the girl asked, relaxing back into her seat and rolling up the windows. “The underground ring is run by Bone Crusher, no one can run wild on his turf” the man seated at the passenger seat replied. “Really?” the girl asked pensively. “We’ll try to get any information we can get” the boy muttered glancing at the direction at where Sia had jogged.

"And I dare you to stop acting like some gothic badboy punk, Evans." I can hear my breaths coming out in rasps now, blood pounding in my ears. I notice Luke's eyebrows knit together. A low taunting chuckle escapes his lips. "Did you. . . . . . did you just call me a gothic badboy punk?" "I think I did." "You are one hell of a blabber mouth Smith." "And you are one hell of an asshole who goes about hurting people and not even feeling apologetic about it in the slightest!" I yell.

“Come on sweetheart. That guy is nothing but trouble. Let me buy you a drink and show you a good time.” He grabbed my wrist hard. His fingers squeezed until it hurt. I yanked back. “Let go of me right now. I mean it.” Silas shot up from the booth so fast the table shook. He stepped between us and shoved the guy back with his shoulder. “Get your hands off her now.” The guy stumbled but then his friend really looked at Silas. His face changed quick. “Shit that is Rook. Rook from the Thunder. Sorry man we did not realize. No hard feelings okay.”

The poor girl I’m about to traumatize hides her face in his chest, laying still underneath him. “Rounding up the torturous school year with a good fuck I see.” I say with a biting tone. “What do you want, Caldwell?” He bites back and when he attempts to open his mouth again—probably to throw an insult at me—I beat him to it by tossing the paper bag at him.

“Are you, Percival? A bad person?” I sighed in defeat. “Fine. Don’t blame me or put me back in jail if I plan on stealing your collections or your gun, then run away.” He chuckled. “Yeah, I’m not worried about that. First of all, call me Keith. Second, I don’t have collections, and third, you can steal my gun, but I doubt if you even know how to carry this,” he says, pointing at his pistol still tucked in the holster of his belt. I shrugged. “I watched Wild Wild West movie.”