Debbie Mathers Novels & Stories

Debra bit her lips hard that it almost bled! She was the respectable Sect Master and had loosely placed the bet with thoughts of Darryl never able to complete the poem! Debra—a Level Three Martial Emperor—was known as the most talented woman. She was great at playing all sorts of musical instruments, chess, calligraphy, and painting. As Sect Master, she led several hundred thousand disciples! How degrading it would be for her to wash a man’s feet?

She closed the door and slowly approached the table. “Mom, this is Debbie Davis. She’s—” “Bobby and Marjorie’s adorable granddaughter,” she finished for him as she eyed the child. “Debbie, this is Claire Michelson, my mother.” “It’s nice to meet you,” Debbie said in a ladylike tone. “And it is an absolute pleasure meeting you,” his mother oozed as she studied Debbie. Oh no. Dear God, if you have ever thought about answering a prayer from me, please answer this one. Don’t let my mother, of all people see what I see in Debbie.

“But Ayla, I can’t stand this pain. I feel like my skin is burning. Please, please, give me the suppressant.” Ayla felt torn. She knew Debbie had always dreamed of meeting her true mate, her destined mate. Debbie was now twenty-one and still waiting, unlike some women who found their mates at eighteen. Debbie had kept herself pure for him, whoever he was. Debbie curled up on the bed, her nails scratching at her own skin. Red marks appeared where she scratched, and her crying grew louder. “Ayla, it hurts so bad!” she cried out.

Renee’s POV One Year Later The doorbell chimes and echoes throughout our tall white ceilings. “I’ll get it!” Debbie says while running to the foyer. She’s seven years old but is already a head taller than all her peers, her long shapely legs allow her to make vast strides and she’s out of the living room where Eric, Liam, and I still remain on the floor. Liam squeals with delight and flaps his chubby arms. He’s so darn cute.

101st comment: "You don't know? She was personally requested by Madam Thomas to be their doctor. The Thomas family and the Langley family have a longstanding relationship, with Mr. Langley receiving Madam Thomas's kindness when he was young. If Madam Thomas personally asks for Debbie to treat her grandson, how can Mr. Langley refuse?" 555th comment: "This Debbie is quite resourceful to have even gotten Madam Thomas involved. What's her relationship with the Thomas family?" 888th comment: "Rumor has it that Debbie has a connection with Madam Thomas's granddaughter, Greta..." "Apparently, Bobby's older sister and Debbie are close friends, but I don't know if it's true or just hearsay." Reply t

I thought carefully and decided to contact Debbie. Debbie and I had been friends since university, she was just a year older than me. We did a lot of stuffs during our school days, she taught me how to play hard to get with men, she believed men were useless, and the patriarchal system was negatively affecting women, while supporting men. She's an unmarried woman. She once advised me to stay away from Jim,but I didn't listen, i was so crazy in love.

Debbie remarks passively. Outside all the students were busy talking about the math test earlier. It's hard to say, Debbie did a good test or not. Especially at the last minute, she answered in a rush. Usually they discuss the test to match the answers, just want to know whether their answers are correct. But this time Debbie was lazy, she didn't want to bother anymore. Don't want to know, Debbie has resigned herself to whatever the outcome will be.

She pretends to be strong, but she’s just as easy to read as the rest. At least… that’s what I thought. The car pulls into the estate. Mathew is already waiting. He opens the door for me. “Talk,” I say as I walk inside. “Madam Cece arrived earlier for fittings with Ms. Diana. Ms. Debbie and Ms. Lilly joined them and invited Madam Cece for dinner. They are all at the table now.” I smirk. Interesting. Diana despises being around Debbie. Or maybe she despises how effortlessly Debbie fits into my world. Either way, the tension is intoxicating.

Not after the strange pull that kept dragging my mind back toward her no matter how hard I resisted it. Something had changed. I could feel it. And deep down… I knew she was alive. The doors behind us opened suddenly. Debbie entered quietly. She wore a pale gold gown with her dark hair braided carefully over one shoulder. Beautiful by every standard. But when I looked at her now, I felt nothing. Not really. Her eyes brightened slightly when she saw me. “Tim.” I nodded once. “Debbie.” The warmth in her expression faded immediately at my tone.

"Yeah but I need the cash to fix the place up. You've seen it. It needs a lot of repairs. At least the kitchen is new. On just my salary, I won't have much cash left over to do all the work it needs." Out of the blue, she leaned forward, and licked the head of my cock. For the first time. Just once, then she smiled a wicked smile and continued the stroking. "Oh, shit, do that again." I begged her. "Did you know Debbie broke up with John?" Debbie was a friend of hers. Another single mom, Debbie was 25, and was a knockout. She tended to be very over made-up, with too much eye-makeup, heavy face powder, and bleached blonde hair, but she was a looker none-the-less. And her body was of the type d