Russell From Littlest Pet Shop Novels & Stories

Russell laughed stepping forward and taking all the ingredients from me, whilst I watched in awe attempting to remember all that he was doing for future reference. “Thanks for letting me stay the night, I had anticipated being sent back to the dungeons for the night but that bed, it was the softest thing I had ever slept in.” He said making conversation whilst he worked away, where I had to laugh jumping on the counter to get a better view. “After you helped us all yesterday, you didn’t deserve getting sent to the dungeons.” I replied as the machine began to make the same noises it does when Alban uses it, maybe Russell does know a thing or two about coffees.

I looked up at the owner of the voice, who I never notice walk in. He had chocolate brown hair and was very tall and well built. "Fucking hell. Is your throat okay?" He said, while laughing. I rolled my eyes at him. I was in no mood to joke around. "Sorry I scared you. I thought you heard me walk in." He had stopped laughing and now looked concerned. I didn't respond to that. Then he stretched out his hand for a handshake, "I'm Russell. Russell Marshall. Zayne's cousin."

Everything about him reminded me of my favorite male lead character from my all time Romance book “ Make Me Yours Tonight” “About your test,some of you did well while others not so well” Mr Richard said distributing our scripts. “Good job Stephanie.” He said to me while dropping my script. I was so surprised to find out I had an A. English was the only subject I had struggled to get an A for weeks now . It was either a B or C . The smile on my face was second to none. I was still staring at my script when Mr Richard announced that he was giving us a break for 30 mins. He walked out of the class leaving those who were rejoicing rejoicing and those who were mad mad.

Even if he never sees me as more than a friend, I couldn’t stand to see him hurt. Mason smiled. “The only person I’d trust as much with my life is Ashton, Ron, and well, he’s not exactly available to be my bodyguard.” he stated. Ronald nodded, smiling. “Um, Mason, came over for a reason.” I said, trying to get back on track. “Right, of course. What’s going on, pet?” he questioned. My breath caught in my throat hearing him call me pet. He hasn’t called me pet in front of other people this whole party.

The purpose is to find out if the card is missing and Nicko will find it easily. "You?" The shop owner is saying surprisingly because he knew who Russell is. "Why? Do you want your shop to be closed forever?" Russell is asking and taking a golf stick then hit it to the glass showcase. Make the people around them is running right away. The arrogant shop owner has no guts no more. He is begging for Russell to stop destroying his shop. "Huh!" Nicko sighs while turning his face away. He sick with the shop owner behaviour. He was insulted before, but now that man is looking for mercy and compassion.

Ruby brought food for Russell and sat with him while he ate. She stamped her feet constantly on the floor, biting her lower lip and clutching her dress under the table. “Are you fine?” Russell asked. She feigned a smile. Russell focused and continued eating. “Ahem! Um, please, who are you?” she asked. “I don’t know, I don’t think I remember anything,” he lied. “Huh? Do you remember nothing? Not even your name?” she queried curiously.

I screamed even though the person wasn't bulging. “Nice try my little pet”a familiar voice that was deep and devilish sneered and that made my heart drop to my stomach in shock and in.. betrayal. “You think you can escape?Dead wrong,Is this how you repay my kindness my love”He smirked and grinned. He clamped my hand and dragged me roughly along the hallways.My heart rate picks more as we approach a room. “Little Pet”his voice skims across every part of my skin. I don't know if I am scared of what he might do or the fact he just caught me trying to escape.

"Yes, sir, I will take care of it." After I said goodbye to Santos on the phone, I turned to Russell. She's wearing a red and black spring/autumn turtleneck vintage women's dress with long sleeves and a mid-calf lace maxi dress. The dress's color was dominated by her skin tone, making her look like a real-life Barbie doll. I immediately took a photo of her. "Wow, you're gorgeous, love." I got a good picture of her. She looks like a model. Russell smiled, walked over to me, and touched my chin with her finger. "Baby, you're drooling," she giggled. "Please wait because I have a lot more clothes to test."

She let out an ironic smile before continuing. "He was an okay man, hard-working, loving, charismatic and polite. He was definitely a good step father, I had no complaints about him. But his son on the other hand, Vincent Russet, god, he's a bloody sociopath! I met him for the first time when I was fourteen, back then he was around twenty-one or twenty-two, I can't remember, but he was basically living elsewhere, and I did not get to see him often except for the few times he visited us. However, When I was fifteen, our mansion was caught on fire."

Places she could disappear. She'd find them. She had time. Not much. But enough. For now, she smiled through meals. Nodded through court visits. Held her silence. And each night, she packed a little more. The nursery wing of the Beta estate hadn’t been used in years. Elara hadn’t stepped inside it since her mother died. But tonight, her feet found the path. The door creaked open with a soft breath. Dust motes spun in the candlelight as she stepped through. The crib stood in the far corner, carved with the Blackmist wolf sigil, its wood darkened with age.