Novel & Cerita Paw Patrol Precious Owner

“Well, well. Let’s see how much your precious Elena is really worth to you.” And then— He pulled the trigger. To Be Continued…

I crouched instinctively and caught him before he hit it. “Careful.” The pup sniffed my hand, then rubbed his nose against my palm. A man stepped out behind him. He was tall, wearing Moonvale patrol colors, with the scent of cedar and rain on him. When he saw the pup leaning into my hand, he paused, then smiled. “Sorry. He just finished training and thinks that means he owns the place.” I handed him the medicine. “Nora sent this.” He glanced at the note. “You’re Elena?”

We followed and occupied the seats in front of the long table. "Before anything, let's get to know each one first. I'm Jude Gregori, the founder, owner, and President of PawsHope, and this is my cousin, Trey Gregori, the co-founder and one of my partners in this business upon providing high quality products for vet care." We also, from the part of ProSciences, introduced ourselves one by one…

I looked up only to see Wolfe. He stepped in, holding something out toward me. “Here,” he said. “I think this fell from your bag.” I frowned slightly, glancing down. My heart skipped as I stared at the small, colorful bandage of Paw Patrol in his hand. Paw Patrol was Creed’s favorite and most of his belongings, if not all, have the character ingrained on it. My fingers closed around it quickly, almost instinctively. “Oh,” I said, forcing a small smile. “Thank you.”

Still, an ache tightened in her chest as she realized she might never see this mesmerizing stranger again. But her heart leaped as she noticed the relaxed figure that had been sprawled across the cushions suddenly shift and stride toward her, his movements slow and deliberate. Her breath hitched as he stopped in front of her, close enough that she could feel warmth radiating from him. "This gem..." His low, velvety voice sent a thrill down her spine as his words reverberated between them. She barely had time to register his presence beside her ear, feeling his breath brush her skin, "...is the most precious in existence, a diamond, unparalleled." His voice, a mix of admiration and something

Same jaw, same eyes, none of the softness that sometimes broke through when Adrian forgot to control his face. "So this is him," Marcus said, to Adrian, not to me. Like I was a specimen. Like I wasn't standing three feet away with a working set of ears. "This is Julian Cross," Adrian said. "My partner." "Cross." Marcus turned to me at last, and his eyes went over me the way you'd check a used car for rust. Shoes. Jacket. The bag I'd had since freshman year with the strap I'd repaired myself with packing tape and a needle. "Full scholarship, I assume."

Jewel grabs her hand and her eyes are glowing. JADE - Little pup if you wish to preserve your little life I suggest you keep your eyes, thoughts and paws off of my mate! She pushed her off with little effort however she stumbled and caught her footing half way across the pit, what the hell? she then turns to me and reaches up to my shirt collar and rips it across the shoulder, exposing my mark.

"It already ended when you decided to sleep with my friend." "I didn't do it on purpose though. It just happened." I chuckled. "Ha, it just happened." I put on my head phones. He took one out though and put it into his ear. "Can I listen with you?" Why is he being annoying?! Then I remembered Lupus. I should get some home monitors to keep an eye on him. I may not know anything about dogs or wolves but I know for sure some dogs go crazy when their owners are not home. 'Owners', I think I hate that word. I definitely don't own Lupus. I'd say we're roommates. More friends than owner and pet. I smiled to myself thinking about returning to Lupus after my classes.

Vahn suddenly yelped, releasing me and starting to jump around. "That's a wolf tick. It feeds on werewolves. Just one bite, and you'll itch forever. Don't scratch it, or the itch will get worse. I'll tell it to get off once you stop fighting," Pearly said, putting on a haughty and mysterious air as she spoke. She winked at me. "Dr. Pearce gave it to me this afternoon as a pet. After all, my baking is just that delicious!"

Zane asked. It occurred to me that my little conversation with the puppy might have looked a little odd. I was just trying to keep her calm, and it just felt like the right thing to do. “So far,” I said, then looked down at the girls. “Especially little werewolf puppies, right?” Grace giggled, Chloe frowned, and Zane laughed out loud. “Our final lot of the evening is something really special,” said the auctioneer. “A brand new Rolex we’ll have personally engraved for the lucky winner. Who wouldn’t want to take it home?”