Novel & Cerita Debra Webb Books

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Debbie noticed my wandering eyes and must have taken that for something it wasn't because she gave me one of her dirty and flirty smiles that I once fell for easily. Now they make me want to puck on her. This girl would be willing to sleep with just anyone. Especially a higher ranking wolf, if it comes with any kind of special advantage, not like my Rachel, that girl waited for me, actually not for me in particular, but she waited nonetheless just another little reminder that is not worth the dirt on her shoe. Was that how I made her feel all this year? God is such an asshole. "Did you finally come to your senses, Gabriel?" Debbie asks as she reaches out and runs her hands down my chest. I s

According to Deborah's instructions, she transferred 100 thousand dollars out. It didn't take long before before Steven came back. Deborah came up to him and asked, "How's Barbara?" ....... ....... .... Dear readers, please endeavor to drop a comment after every read. Also please click on the love sign at the top of the book details to add my book to your library so that you can continue to get an update.. Thank you so much for reading my book, Next update will come so soon. ---

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?

Sex is good and supposed to be enjoyable, not exhausting. “ You have five minutes to lead the way to your site or I will tell your darling wife how you and your parents manipulated her into marrying you to save your company from going bankrupt and lied to her that it was her company that needed rescuing,” Debra said flirtatiously and moved to touch Damians chin but he backed away instantly. “ You are disgusting,” he spat with a frown. Debra dropped her hand in frustration, She knew she had put Damian on the spot, and in no time, she would get what she wanted.

“Now that the tool is refusing to be used, you’re panicking.” “Lydia, please reconsider,” an elder begged. “We will compensate you.” “Compensate me?” I pulled a document from my purse. “It’s too late for that.” “What is that?” Milton asked, his voice tense. I unfolded the document. “A formal offer from the Silver Moon Clan,” I said calmly. “They’ve invited me to be their Chief Dreamweaver and offered me a seat on their council.” A collective gasp went through the room. “When?” Milton’s voice trembled.

I'm already in love with Nicholas, and I couldn't bear to lose him to a woman who wants him dead and to covet his company. I just couldn't. This was my dilemma. I missed my former life; although it was sad, it was much simpler and more bearable. I would have to go check out the places where Debra had left those documents; I needed anything, no matter how small in value it was. Debra’s POV I heard voices in my head, small whispers; it seemed like people were watching me for some reason. I tried to move, but I was too weak; I couldn't even remember how I got here, and when I tried to remember, nothing came to mind except migraines.

They were right outside the door. I panicked and slipped behind the long, heavy curtain by the bookshelf. I pulled it closed as quietly as I could, careful not to make the fabric rustle. My hands shook as I held the small burner phone in my pocket. That phone had photos—proof that could get me in big trouble. Proof that could get me killed. The door opened all the way. Footsteps. Two pairs. First, I heard high heels clicking on the floor. Then the heavy thud of men’s shoes—loafers, I think.

DEBBY’S POV __________________________________ I feel like I'm drowning in a black river as I go deeper and deeper into this coma, my mind a whirling jumble of whispers and shadows. My mind is keen and clawing for my son, Jerry, while my body is stuck, heavy, and useless. I can feel him walking through the shadowy streets of Crescent City, his hands gripping that accursed piece of bloodstone, his heart racing. Every vision of Jerry pierces me like a blade, and I'm Debby, stuck in this emptiness. I'm a helpless ghost watching my boy struggle for his life as he runs from Damon's wolves with Sasha by his side.

I was busy reading the book when I heard my phone begin to ring. Each and every person turned their attention to me when they heard a ringtone coming from my direction. I immediately opened the chain of my bag and took out my phone. I noticed that Debra was calling me. I received the call and asked, "Debra?" "Bae, where are you?" "I'm in the library." "Come on over to the cafe. We are waiting for you." "Is it something serious?" I asked while glancing at the book. "Come on. Stop being nerdy. You are turning into a bookworm day by day. Your mom's wedding is this week, and you are making yourself busy studying? Are you for real?"