Adam Banks From Mighty Ducks Novels & Stories

Adam chuckled at her remark, his laughter ringing out into the night like a melody. His eyes sparkled with amusement, his genuine smile lighting up his face as he shook his head in amusement. "I guess you could say I have gotten used to it," he replied, his tone laced with humor. "But trust me, there are days when even owning a bank feels like a wild rollercoaster ride. The pressure, the risks, the responsibilities, and everything that comes with it is just so overwhelming sometimes."

The development was a ghost town, and hopeful buyers were stuck in limbo. Kenneth once bragged that they wouldn't finish it, even if they could afford to. The money? Stuffed into the Wadzinski family's bank accounts to fund their designer wardrobes and private jets. His $5,000 shirts, his $20,000 watches—yeah, Kenneth didn't care about regular people. And he definitely didn't care about me. To him, I was just another shiny toy. So, I made my move. I sent an anonymous recording of his confession to some top-tier journalists. It blew up.

Not that it stopped them from reassembling the next day. For a while, Amber and Leo sat about their task of contributing to the overpopulation of ducks in the park. And these weren’t the sweet little ducklings in storybooks, no these were hungry, persistent, and large mother-quackers. Especially a seedy bastard with battle scars who made his way closer with an ear piercing quack, demanding his cut. Amberleigh had to admit she was a bit intimidated and fed him most of her lot. A little girl screamed bloody murder and ran for her life when she was surrounded by a gang of the webbed bullies. One snatched the bag right out of her hand. Yeap, that kid would need therapy for sure.