Deku Moving Novels & Stories

Deanna said. “Moving your things won’t be hard. I have the truck rented. I have a few of guys coming over at noon. We will have your stuff out of there in less than an hour. The few boxes we have leftover there will be coming with the truck. One last walkthrough and you are officially moved out.” Max said as he took her hand. “I hate moving.” She said.

"Babe, how about you move back home instead? I'm comfortable here, and it's convenient for work." Unreal. I'd covered rent alone for six months—just paid for the next quarter, too. And he thought I should leave? How shameless? My voice was firm. "No way—unless you pay me back for the last six months' rent." *** Knowing he had no leg to stand on, Deke packed up and moved out the next day. For a while, he barely contacted me. Then he called, claiming he had a business trip in another city. Like hell he did. But I played along.

WE MEET the charter bus and the shifter refugees the next morning in a dirt parking lot at the juncture of three highways. The black wolf pack show up in two Humvees and Deke’s Mercedes G63. Whatever their jobs really are or were, they have plenty of money.

Derek joked. “Don’t gloat too much. It’s not too late to change my mind.” Ava said jokingly as well. She wasn’t going to change her mind though. Who wouldn’t want to live in a beautiful mansion as opposed to the small house in which she lived? “Okay, okay. Oh, and by the way, don’t worry about contacting the moving company. I’ll have someone arrange it all.” Derek told her “But you’ll be busy at the conference.” “It doesn’t matter. I have people who can handle it. Alright, I really have to go now, Ava. I have a long flight ahead of me.”

"One clean shot, and he botched it." Dekota appeared in the doorway a moment later, her expression calm in that way that always managed to cut through my anger without her having to raise her voice. "Marcus. Breathe." "Don't tell me to breathe," I shot back, rounding on her. "The presentation is next week. Next week, Dekota. If Drent walks into that boardroom and secures the merger, everything I've worked for is gone. I need him out before then. Fast."

Dez ended up finding us a place fairly quickly, said he found a smaller city that needed another gym but they wanted someone in the space ASAP. We ended up moving just after Halloween, it was a full day of driving but as soon as we left I felt lighter. Dez looked happy, and I was glad that we could do this, we both needed a fresh start.

registered on her bullshit meter. “Fine. But no promises that I’ll be nice.” “None expected.” Deke grinned, those indigo eyes sparkling with mischief. “Give me ten minutes to get myself together.” Deke grinned. “Jack was nursing a bottle of Tennessee whiskey when I left. Better make it five.” Climbing into Deke’s enormous Hummer for the long ride out to Jack’s swamp cottage in Louisiana, Morgan reflected that, if she didn’t know better, she’d assume Deke had chosen such a vehicle to compensate for a deficit in masculine proportions. But she did know…

He finished his coffee and headed to Deke's place. He should probably call in case he and his new wife were busy, but Deke had insisted his door was still open. Deke lived in a townhouse he'd recently renovated when it had been breached by goblins. The newest addition was a state of the art security system that was not connected to the internet. Kel knocked and Whitney, Deke's wife, answered the door. She hugged him. "Come in. Deke's in the kitchen. You're in time for dinner."

I can thank David Beckham for bringing professional soccer the fanbase it has these days. I climb the stairs to the second story of her apartment building. It's an older complex but it's smaller, too. Three units on top, three on bottom. I knock on the door, noticing the landscaping is up-to-date and the building is kept up nicely. It's also in a pretty good neighborhood. It makes me feel better to know she's not living in a dump with a four-month-old. The door opens, revealing a frazzled looking Quincy, who is holding an almost naked Chance. Almost naked except for his diaper.