Paw Patrol Cute Novels & Stories

"EEEEEE! It's so cute!" The tiny beagle looked up at us with big chocolate-brown eyes and floppy ears that almost brushed the sides of his face. His coat was a beautiful mix of white, caramel brown, and black, with a little white stripe running between his eyes and down to his nose. His black nose twitched curiously as his tail wagged so enthusiastically that his entire little body wobbled with excitement. Quin carefully scooped him into her arms, laughing as the puppy immediately stretched his neck towards her and happily licked her cheek. She squealed with delight while trying to hug him without squeezing too tightly, and Smartie answered with another enthusiastic lick before snuggling com

Zoe beamed as she scratched behind the pitbull puppy’s ears. “Uh, perhaps you should let me take over, Miss Justice,” I said, clearing my throat, trying to move her away from the table. “But why?” she questioned with confusion written all over her face. “Just a safety precaution with Titus being a pit and all.” “Dr. Parker, he’s a puppy, and I’m fine. Please be seated,” she gritted through clenched teeth. I sighed but returned to my stool in the corner of the room and watched him flirt with Zoe while she examined the puppy.

Evelyn POV _*]:min-w-0 gap-3 !gap-3.5"> He was small enough to fit in both my hands, a ball of soft, golden-brown fur with floppy ears too big for his head and paws too big for his body. He had a black button nose, a white patch on his chest vaguely shaped like a lopsided heart, and a face that could end wars and bankrupt pet stores. He looked up at me with those ridiculous brown eyes, tail wagging so hard his entire back half wiggled, and let out a yip so tiny and so earnest that something inside my chest cracked wide open.

“He’s still so small, so it’s hard to tell –“ And I start to cry again, making Cora roll her eyes and smack me on the knee. “Okay, okay,” I say, taking a deep breath and working to steel myself. “I promise. I’ll keep it together.” It’s a lie, but still – I will try. “He had a little pink nose,” Cora says, grinning as I bite my lip. “And dark fur around his muzzle, just like Roger’s wolf has,” I press my eyes shut and clasp my hands to my chest. “And he has four little white paws –“ “Okay stop,” I say, putting a hand out towards her and turning my face away. “That’s so cute – I can’t even handle it –“

The distinct sound of claws scratching the carpet as they pound through the hallway has my knives ready, but Devlin just stands in the middle of the hallway, eyes locked in the noise's direction with her hands clenched by her sides. She takes a deep breath and unclenches her hands. She shoots a lopsided smile my way before tipping her chin as she prepares herself for what's to come. A rough-looking mutt prowls around the corner with its sights set on Devlin. She hasn’t moved a muscle, but this light brown wolf that’s no taller than her waist isn’t what I pictured the future Alpha of the pack looking like. He moves closer to us with his head down and his teeth bared. He’s still larger than an

Issa, her grey wolf, lay curled around six tiny babies. One was pale grey and white. Another, a deep orange. A third matched Issa’s grey. The fourth had silvery flecks scattered through its fur. And the last two were pitch black, like shadows with paws. “Oh my heavens, they’re so cute!” I squealed, giddy as a child. Caden laughed. Baylee’s face lit up with the first smile I’d seen all day. “What are they?” Drake asked, pointing to one of the black pups. “I love that one. It’s so fluffy!”

Judging from this demonstration just now, I could already tell it was Emerald. Emerald is the shyest of the three dogs, and probably the most adorable; with large brown puppy eyes and huge, floppy white ears, Emerald can get any hard heart to melt like ice cream left under the sun for a few seconds. I turn around with Roy still climbing all over my bare tights and digging his sharp nails into my soft skin like he always do, before taking Emerald into my arms and delivering warm strokes unto her back and stomach.

Their eyes locked, holding a steady gaze for seconds. “Do not cry, Puppy,” the man used his thumb to wipe away the tears trickling down Elena’s cheeks. “Save your tears for later,” he chuckled. “Please, I beg you,” Elena continued her plea, but her appeals seemed to fall on deaf ears. “Calm down Puppy, I have a surprise for you” The man smirked and cupped Elena’s cheeks.

I looked at the two white balls of fur my mouth hanging open. 'Our pups!' Hela cried out in my mind and she pounced around in excitement, suddenly stopped, 'Where is Julian.' I heard a little whimper and looked down on the floor to see a third white ball of fir with the cutest silver ears. I leant down and lifted him on to the bed and looked at Grant who had Alistair held out like he was simba from the lion king, his little silver tail wagging. Grant's mouth hung open in shock.

Lily was standing in the middle of the road, before she could enter the bar, a disheveled werewolf, his mouth full of alcohol, came out to tease her. “Girl, where did you get lost?” He ran his claws gently over Lily's soft face. He paused at her blonde hair admiringly. He seemed to have never seen a woman here with such beautiful blonde hair. Lily straightened, shoved his arm away: "Get your filthy hands off my body." “Interesting, a girl with pride and ferocity hidden behind a gentle face.” He laughed excitedly, moving closer to Lily.