Deku I Think He's Some Pro Novels & Stories

Deke rolls his eyes. I can feel Jace tense beside me, but he doesn’t say anything, it’s Gabe that lectures his friend, “Deke, stop being a dick. Jace takes his job seriously and their lifestyle isn’t anything to joke about. It’s irresponsible guys like you that shouldn’t be trying to play the part as a dominant!” Gabe growls, which really surprises me. “That’s a bit harsh, don’t you think?” Deke asks his friend. “No, not at all,” Gabe states, “If you’re going to act immature about it then you don’t need to be talking about it at all.”

"I understand you because I still can't believe my life. I mean, why the hell would I want to be associated with him for the rest of my life? I didn't read through the clauses in the contract but I don't bloody care. I don't want to see him or have anything to do with him." "I'm still confused as to why he's having this obsession with me. I don't keep tabs on him but I'm sure I'm not as great as the models he's used to hanging around with." "No babe, you are the one who thinks lowly of yourself. All you do is work and not put yourself out there. Unfortunately, Debock saw you and he saw how much of a great asset you've got." "You mean my flat ass?" "We both know that booty isn't flat."

I held my breath. “I’m playing a role,” Dante finally said, voice flat. “That’s all. It’s a contract. When it’s over, I’m out.” The words hit like ice water. “She’s not the one,” he continued. “And I’m not the fool you think I am. I don’t love her. I’m just good at playing pretend. And trust me, I can't wait for this to all be over.” My heart cracked. Slowly. Painfully. There was laughter again from his friend, but I wasn’t listening anymore. I stepped away from the door quietly, careful not to make a sound. I walked back to the kitchen, where the scent of breakfast still lingered.

Do not carry anything for me anymore. Adrian I read it twice. The attorney waited in silence until I looked up. “What happened?” I asked. “Mr. DeLuca had pancreatic cancer,” he said. “He continued traveling between Chicago while finalizing the trust separation. There were complications last month. He died two weeks ago.” The words landed softly. No thunder. No collapse. No feeling that the world had stopped. Just the quiet recognition that a chapter I had already closed had now been nailed shut from the other side.

Kade POV I let out a frustrated groan, gripping his jersey tighter. “You tripped over your own fucking skates! I swear to god, Rook, it wasn’t even convincing!” “It was fast! People will think I hit a rough patch of ice or something.” “There was no rough patch! We play on pro-maintained ice!” “Well, then I guess I’m just that clumsy,” he deadpans. I stare at him, my entire body vibrating with frustration. “You are so fucking lucky I love you, because I swear to god—”

He mumbled, "Oh my God! I almost died!" They went a little further and saw many people with tattoos all over their bodies, muscular muscles, standing and playing with prostitutes. Declan furrowed his brows, feeling annoyed at the sight of this. What a messy and disgusting place, Declan thought. This is also the reason why Declan chose to follow the path of becoming a billionaire instead of following his father's profession.

He scrolled past the photos of Isaac—photos he couldn't bring himself to delete—and found a shot of Mateo at the local rink, wearing a tiny jersey and a helmet that was slightly too big. "Here." He handed the phone over. Derek took the device as if it were made of glass. His eyes softened, a shimmer of moisture appearing that he quickly tried to blink away. He let out a breathless, shaky laugh. "He’s already on skates?" "He’s a Vega. And a Coleman. He didn't have a choice. He wants to be a pro, just like the uncle he looks up to." "He looks like her," Derek whispered, swiping to a photo of Mateo laughing. "He has her eyes."

Ash managed to ask quickly. "That's Spike. He works at the shop for us." I looked at Dom and Decker. "You know him. He's been a member of The Rebels for years." I added. Decker nodded slowly as Dom spoke up, " Yeah. We know him. I've just never seen him so...." he trailed of with a wave of his hand. "So?" I prompted. "Caring?" Decker offered. "Sweet?" Nat said at the same time. "Obviously trying to get in your pants?" Dom spoke over the other two.

Darcy asked. Kaze smiled and said, “Professor Sam Whiteman. He’s influential enough. Lil Dee is just some punk with some followers. He’s nothing compared to Professor Whiteman. Besides, Professor Whiteman is a righteous person and we don’t need to worry about him doing morally wrong stuff.” “Professor Sam Whiteman?” Everyone was surprised by his suggestion. If it was true, then Professor Whiteman was certainly better than Lil Dee in terms of influence and character. If the professor could be the ambassador of Mountain Dew Estate, then the tables would certainly turn.

“Deacon, you…” Deacon was just a normal member of Basalt. It was brazen of him to step forward and speak that way to the chief instructor. Chase put up his hand to stop them from saying anything further. He looked stoically at Deacon and asked, “What are you not happy about?” “Nothing. I’m just not convinced about your abilities,” Deacon said loudly. He added, “Unless you have a competition with me!” “Are you sure you want to do that?” Chase thought he had heard wrong.