Paw Patrol: Marshall And Chase On The Case Novels & Stories

Even though it wasn’t very powerful, it made quite a lot of noise. “Hey, do you have any more? Let me play a few.” “I don’t have much. I’ll give you five.” “Okay. I’ll give you a bag of candy tomorrow!” “Hurry up, you two. Let’s go to the abandoned field to play police and bandit games!” “Coming, coming…” Pa! Pa! In the field, the sounds of cracking, laughter, and fighting mixed together. At the end of the day, for more than ten hours, Marcellus was still tenaciously alive, and he had successfully avoided two accidents. Every nerve of his body was excited, and he felt that he had already mastered the skill of avoiding accidental deaths.

I might have killed him. I shivered. The housemates lined up at the entrance of the main door here in the mansion, including us. All are waiting for their arrival. I hid behind my mom when I heard the sound of the car owned by the Villareal family. They had already arrived. Everyone bowed down as a signed of greetings when the Villareal family arrived. Congratulating Luxious who's now in a good condition. The boy was casually walking in the middle. He doesn't even look at anyone, he only looks in front.

he asks, his voice so low that only I can hear him. My wolf claws forward, blood boiling in my veins as I whip back around. “Fuck you,” I spit, shoving at his chest. His feet are firmly planted and despite the force behind my shove, it doesn’t move him an inch, which only pisses me off more. “Is there a problem over here?” Fallon asks, approaching with a look of amusement on her face as her signature ponytail swishes behind her. Chase’s eyes flicker to her and a smug smile creases his lips. “Not at all,” he says innocently, shrugging. “I was just pointing out that shortcake here might want to pair up with someone closer to her own size, so she has a chance.”

And in my case, I am wearing a police outfit with my cleavage showing and my skirt around the length of one inch away from my point finger and thumb. “Don’t worry, alright? I’m sure he’ll immediately get an erection by just seeing you walk with that outfit of yours. Alright, here’s your props as well.” He gave me a pink dildo as a baton. Damn. Never in my wildest dream will I ever think of myself holding onto something like this. I’ve seen this countless times on my social media account but still… What am I even holding? It’s so big that it’s scary to fit it inside of your womanhood

“You know, if I’d punched that kid Travis like I wanted to, we’d still be in there arguing.” “You’re welcome,” Halloway replies dryly. “Now let’s hope the suspect, Reeds Whitby, was dumb enough to show his face on the footage.” Marsh nods. “If he did... we’ve got him. I really hope he shows his face because those two in there are hopeless.” They step into their unmarked car, and just before Marsh starts the engine, he says, “Since when we started, did you ever get the feeling this case is trying to mess with us?”

The council had already assembled by the time I made my way downstairs, but at least I wasn’t the last of the twelve to show up. Several members of my family were on the council — my uncles Gage and Sam, myself, and my father, of course. That was a third right there. My father’s close childhood friend, Liam Black, was also a member. Uncle Sam had once confided in me that Liam was meant to be the pack beta, but Gage had gone on a tear, wreaking so much havoc that the rest of the council had begun to pressure my father to take Gage on as the pack beta instead.

They mainly ran our main house, but they were also in charge of the other locations staffing. Chase and Bjorn were the last pair sitting near Marcellus. Marcellus had earned my trust. He assisted us with strengthening our defenses, even after learning I killed his father. He young man had a good heart; he was just taught to hate. His eye was almost healed, you could still see the pale bruise around it. He was sucker punched in training. One of the 17-year-old wolves thought he was being funny. I made him follow Marcellus around in a pink tutu with a pair of spanks on for 48 hours.

Chapter 23 Patrick Walker’s smile lingered long after the hatch slammed shut. His bodyguards exchanged uneasy glances. One finally broke the silence. “Chairman… should we send another team into the tunnels?” Patrick slowly turned his cane in his hand. “No.” The guard frowned. “But sir, Marcus Hale is with them.” “I know.” “And Ashley Wellspring.” “I know.” “The evidence they’re carrying” Patrick raised a hand, silencing him. “You still don’t understand.” He walked toward the edge of the pier, staring at the restless water below.

Every time I try to slow, he growls low and we keep moving. Finally we break through the trees. A few yards away stands an old log cabin. Only when we step out from under the tall pines do I realize the downpour has eased to a steady drizzle. As I tip my head to the gray sky, Marshall’s legs give out. He hits the ground with a heavy thud and doesn’t move again. I thought nothing could ever terrify me more than being hunted by two alpha wolves. I was wrong. The emotions crashing through me now—at the thought of Marshall dying—are worse than anything I’ve ever felt.

he responded curtly, his tone filled with urgency, as he sprinted away from the clearing and into the surrounding woods. Weak and disoriented, I struggled to regain my senses. Where was Malik? What had happened to the rest of the pack? "Chase, please, stop!" I pleaded, digging my claws into his shirt. I could feel the strength in his muscles beneath my hands, but he continued to march forward without faltering. "Damn it, Chase, what are you doing?" "We're under attack," he stated firmly. That declaration jolted me out of my daze. "What?" I exclaimed, my voice filled with shock and disbelief. "Put me down. I can handle this on my own."