Paw Patrol Mayor Novels & Stories

Ignoring how I curled up in pain, she pleaded desperately, "Just try, Andrew—please, just try! If you don't go, Liam is really finished!" At that moment, the door was kicked open from the outside. A tall man stood in the doorway, his face dark with fury. "What have you done to my son?" Mayor Bowser's voice dripped with killing intent. Behind him, Liam was being held by two bodyguards, blood at the corner of his mouth. I looked past Mayor Bowser. "Chief Johnson." Chief Johnson's gaze fell on my ruined right hand, and he froze in shock. Mayor Bowser pressed a heavy hand onto the police chief's shoulder.

He was certain Kelvin would find a way out for him this time too. When Kelvin stepped into the office, it was only with inner strength that the mayor did not run to him and hugged him like a child would joyfully wrap his little arms around his mother when he sees her after a long time. "Whatsup, man? What's stealing the peace in your pouch? " Kelvin asked as he sank into one of the chairs. "Not good, Kel, a fire is burning outside and the rat has got nowhere to go because his house is on flames." The mayor's voice was low, deep and clear.

“Thank you, Ma’am. Mayor.” His daughter, maybe five years old, stared at Alexander with wide eyes before hiding behind her mother’s skirt. Alexander crouched slightly. “Hello.” The little girl peeked out. I bit my lip, trying not to smile at the sight of the youngest mayor in the country looking far too serious while attempting to greet a child. The girl whispered, “Are you really the mayor?” “Yes.” “Why do you look mad?” I nearly laughed. Alexander blinked. The mother gasped. “Ay, sorry po, Mayor—”