Deku Serious Novels & Stories

There he went near him to see his expression, upon being in front of the kneeling knight he roughly took his chin with his fingers to look at the knight's expression only to see how terrified the knight was after looking at the duke's serious face "You see this kind of expression? This expression of yours had me thinking you're not telling some of the information that I should know. Remember about Edil? Don't make me want that to do to you too," Derius said seriously with venom in his voice as he tightly gripped the knight's chin making him express such pain – though he knew that the knight he’s talking was no ordinary knight because he’s the only reason why Edil had to die in the duke’s han

I gave them my very serious face enough to tell them that I'm serious. "What? Are you fucking kidding me, Sava?! What corpse? Corpse your ass! We need to go home!" Deku stand and get all of his things. But got stopped for a bit when he realized that he was the only one who's standing! But wait... this is strange! "Uhm... guys, do you heard it?" Deku asked, My brows furrowed and tried to listen what he just talking about. "No, we don't here anything." Megs answer him.

“Can we talk outside?” Deke had phrased his words into a question, but his glare said he wasn’t asking at all. Kimber swallowed. Wearing a pair of fine-fitting jeans, black boots, a khaki T-shirt with the word ARMY stretched in black above his solid left pectoral, and a demanding glare, Deke looked like a man on a serious personal mission. Everything about his demeanor seconded that. He hadn’t greeted his buddy and had barely answered Adam’s question. He hadn’t said hello to either of them. No pleasantries; just down to business.

They didn't look as aggressive as Morning, but they also stopped moving at the command. "I'm assuming that this thing is of some worth to you, Magnus." Dekle said. He made sure to emphasize on the word 'thing'. "He's not a thing." I spat back out. My hand rested on my gun butt and I retracted the gun slightly. Dekle cocked his gun. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." Dekle said. "I can understand how you wouldn't value this creature so much, but I have something else that would actually give you pause." Dekle said.

Laughing too, Draeko got the bottled water from Leslie, opened it, and gave it to Grazziena, who drank everything in it as if she had never tasted water for a year in her life. “You seemed so thirsty, Sweety.” Lumaro interrupted. “That is normal Draeko because her body exerted much energy in trying to heal its damaged part.” “I am fine now. So don’t worry everyone and you Draeko, cool down, you are not getting any younger, you might get high blood pressure,” she said teasing now that made everyone burst in laughter again. “Really, I’m old? Hmm, let me see tonight, I would prove how young am I still, Sweety, grrr,” Draeko said joking while hugging his wife tightly.

I must still be riding the high of last night, because the fruit tastes sweeter than ever before. “You slept late,” Deke comments, picking up the bowl of batter and holding it in front of his chest to stir. “I definitely needed it. It’s been a long week.” I pop another blueberry into my mouth. “I’m afraid it’s going to be another long one ahead,” Deke sighs. “The alpha from the Denver pack called to ask if you’d go out there this week for a meeting.” I blow out a breath, folding my arms across my chest. “Do you know what it’s about?”

Zack Moller, one of my friends, asked curiously, "Ryan, are you serious?" I downed a drink and responded, "Dead serious. It's over." The group exhaled in relief. "Honestly, Ryan, you've wasted two years of your life. We've warned you so many times, but you were so stubborn, like you were cursed or something." "I saw Jen with another guy just a few days ago," one of them chimed in. I glanced at him, and he immediately clammed up. Zack patted my shoulder and tried to comfort me. "Alright, man. Let's chill tonight and blow off some steam. Do you want to hit up another spot?"

she asked. Deke shrugged. He sipped his coffee. His large hand dwarfed the mug. They were scarred, and his fingers were not completely straight. Seemed like he'd had a hard life. Despite that, Deke didn't seem bitter—just serious and not willing to take anyone's shit. What had he seen in his lifetime? "So, this guy who died," she prompted. "Save it, Whitney. There are ears everywhere." She looked around. A sleepy old man shoved food into his face at the counter. A bored waitress wrapped silverware in paper napkins. None of them looked dangerous. "Where?" she asked.

"No wonder you're not partying with us. You've got yourself a sure thing, don't you? Who needs a cleat chaser when you've got a classy act like that all to yourself?" A locker slams in the background. "You're a dick, Shivel," I snap. "Just because I have plans with a woman doesn't mean I'm going to fuck her. I can have fun with more than my dick, ya know." "No," he says. "You can't. None of us can. Soccer and pussy. They're the only things we need."