Paw Patrol Sweetie Novels & Stories

He held up his pinky finger. "Mommy, promise me quickly, you have to stay beside me. Promise me!" Clement shouted urgently, wanting his mother to make a promise to him. Gemma held out her pinky finger and hooked it with his, agreeing to the promise, both their tear-streaked faces breaking into silly smiles. Gemma looked closely at Clement's face, at first glance he resembled a miniature version of Jethro, but upon closer inspection, he had eyes very similar to hers.

His face changed. "What?" I looked down at my phone again. Then back at him. "Don't follow me." "Dahlia—" "I said don't." For the first time since Max met me, I saw him hesitate. Maybe he finally saw it. The part of me that didn't smile. The part I usually kept hidden. I walked away. And this time, Max didn't follow. Good. Because whoever had taken Sienna was about to learn something important. Jude was right. People shouldn't trust sweet girls, especially when the sweet girl has finally stopped pretending.

He pushed me in front of his parents. God this man! His mom quickly hugged me, then passed me to his dad to be hugged by him. Then his dad gave me back to James. This is one weird family. "So, Lorraine. Or can we call you Lori just like James? You can call us Pat and Jon, or mom and dad just like James." She plastered he sweetest smile on her face. "Yes for Lori, and I will call you Pat and Jon if it's okay with you?" I was blushing again.

"I'll do the honor to introduce you to it," "Den Den! Ice cream!" Sadie screeched on his hips before throwing me her innocent curious eyes, looking surprised to have screeched in front of a stranger. "You always promise her sweets on your every visit, but she gotta eat proper food first before ice cream." I pointed out. "You're just like my sister," he shook his head. I softly pinched Sadie's cute cheeks. She shyly smiled and leaned deeply against Arden's neck. So cute.

They spend their time together forever happily. *Lawrence Pov* That's the story of my parents living happily together as uncle John and Emily have twins, a boy and a girl. They name the girl Jenny as her mother and Tommy as his father. My parents had a sister for me her name is little Mia to my grandmother. My mother decided to write her story and once I am old enough I would read it I am oil enough I am 17 years ards old vampire Lawrence. And that was the story of my parents Amelia and Locus. The nickname of my other Sweet caramel.

I said as Sweet cut the sleeve of my shirt to clean my wounds. “A man? What do you expect your girl is likeable?” Reagan said and I threw a glare at him. “Don’t look at me like that, I say she is likeable but I didn’t say I like her and I would steal her from you.” He said and smirked. “but that bastard did.” I said. “He did say he will steal Peace for you?” Bitter asks. “Yeah.” I answered. “The audacity huh.” Sweet said, smirkingly shakes his head while I started cleaning my wound.

Melody places Pearl in her crate, the English cream, puppy groans and releases a slight whine. Her honey brown eyes soften as she gazes up at Melody. “Sorry sweetheart, we’re going out for a bit. We’ll be back soon. I love you.” Pearl shifts her weight, her tail briefly thumps against her pink puppy pillow. She licks the peanut butter dipped bone in the metal bowl.

Crystal gasped in exctiement. "Hi, Crystal Dasher. My name is Pidge Rich. And I'm from Alaska. Also, I'm a baker...a sweet lover. Right now I'm wondering where and when to eat you?" "You are sweet..." smiled Crystal. "You know my mommy thinks I'm more like my uncle Maddox...sarcastic and rude. Do you think the same?" "Why, no. Not at all. You are friendly and sweet," Pidge smiled back. "Are these your real hair? Or have you done the colouring?" the six-year-old began with her questions.

Yet, hearing others advise her to step back didn’t make the need burn any less. From outside the infirmary room came the soft gait of female footsteps, accompanied by the quick, rhythmic click of a four-footed companion. Sarah and a perky brown terrier appeared in the doorway. Gabby’s pretty lifemate offered Grace a warm smile. "All set here, ladies?" "We’ve just wrapped up," Tara said, drying her hands with a paper towel and bending down to scratch the chin of the little dog who quite obviously adored her. The mutt jumped all over her, showering Tara with wet kisses.

she cried, waving the company’s phone as if it were a winning lottery ticket. I looked up, flour dusting my hands. “Crystal, please tell me this isn’t another TikTok trend.” She rolled her eyes. “It’s not a TikTok video. Look!” She shoved the phone in front of me. My breath caught as my eyes landed on the bold header: Invitation: Culinary Partnership Presentation – Marshall Foods International. My heart skipped. Once. Twice. I blinked at the words, convinced it had to be some elaborate prank. I let out a nervous laugh. “This isn’t real.”