Rocket Raccoon Oh Yeah Novels & Stories

He turned to look at her and seeing her pleading eyes, he agreed to take one picture. Mum squealed excitedly. "Come closer Ron and give mummy a big smile." I went closer as mum held up the phone. The driver shifted to give mum space to hold out the phone. In the millisecond the driver took his focus off the road, a truck rammed into the car, head-on. The last thing I saw was blood gushing out of dad's head, the phone's flashlight on his face. ** "Sir.." Irene's voice jolted me out of my reverie.

"What do you want? Do you know whose lady this is? You better leave now!" "Blah, blah, blah!" Scarface said nonchalantly. "Who cares about who she belongs to. As long as I look at her face, I will let her go. But don't think you can just escape from my hand." The three dark figures next to each other laughed and agreed. One of them with a big mole on his face said. "Ronan, this other little human girl looks pretty too. She's so beautiful. You can give her to us if you don't want to."

Parker murmured, taking his sister’s hands, “We have to get outta here.” Before they could take a step, something large and furry burst out of the darkness and darted past them, making all four pups yelp in surprise. It was only a raccoon, a huge raccoon made fat by feasting nightly in restaurant dumpsters, but a raccoon nonetheless. The pups sighed with relief, huffing a few relieved laughs as they turned back towards the street.

Ditto buddy! “What? You can fly over the river as a wolf?” I shot. “Almost, I am one of the fastest wolves in Astoria,” Kent said. Not bragging but just like it was a fact. “Why don’t you transform and I hop on your back? I can hold on pretty tight.” I suggested. Kent turned to me slowly. He looked beyond angry. “How dare you!” “What?” I asked, confused. “How dare you ask an Alpha to be your mule? I have never, will never, let anyone ride my back.” He explained further.

I nodded, then turned my attention to Riley, whose eyes were still drowsy. “Do you want to go back to sleep? Do you want me to rock you back?” I didn’t expect her words to come out clearer, but they did, although slurred, “Yeah. I’m super tired. I caught a scent of something while I was trying to protect the innocent raccoon.” I was taken aback when she mentioned raccoons. In fact, we both were. “Raccoon?” I and the king asked in unison.

he said firmly. "I'm the real Uncle Marco," Luca said, smiling, but Raiden shook his head, a skeptical frown settling on his face. He stared at both of them for a moment, his brow furrowed in concentration. Then, with a decisive nod, he wrapped his small hands around Marco’s neck and said, “This is Uncle Marco." He said, his voice firm. "You’re not gonna fool me, we have the same kinda eyes. My mummy has brown eyes and my grandma has green eyes, making my eyes hazel, and Uncle Marco has those kind of eyes too.”

Mom giggled like a teenager, covering her mouth, proudly flashing her newly painted fake nails. My teeth ground together as I shifted my glare to Ricochet. He was still sitting pretty, legs crossed, one arm lazily draped along the backrest of the sofa, looking offensively gorgeous in a simple white polo and brown trousers. Like he didn’t just walk back into my life and flip it upside down.

Zac's dad Cross Malvon said , my dad and his friends took that deal We are all waiting for the race to start , my eyes are landed at the big venue that they have to race. They need to make 5 big laps to win. This is quite crazy because racing needs speed and brain , you need to make a plan to lead the race and not being able to get catch by the others

Unless these girls are planning to kick me out. “What’s going on?” I question, when none of them say anything. Two of the girls exchange glances. One of them looks strikingly similar to Raven, with sleek long hair she has pulled back behind her with a band, however, her eyes are a soft green. She’s foreign to this Pack, and I can’t put my finger on where she might be from. Passion Pack, maybe? She has rather prominent features, with a straight pointed nose and a sharp jawline that only makes her expression harsher.

“They’re ’noying Rhea! Make them stop!” Rhea’s exasperated sigh came right behind it. “They’re not wolves, Lu,” Rhea said. “They’re raccoons. And they’re in the alley, not at the window.” “Raccoons are just trash wolves,” Luna insisted. Despite everything, Lyra’s mouth twitched. “Put me on speaker,” Lyra said. A scuffle of sound. Then, “You’re on,” Rhea muttered. “Luna,” Lyra said. She pitched her voice low and even the same way she did with skittish patients. “Pup. I’m here.”