Dekus New Look Novels & Stories

Her face, lips, eyes, shape of her face, skin tone, body shape. "Stand up," Bryson said as his eyes scanned her. Dede was confused but she stood up. She was wearing a shirt-sleeve V-neck straight dress. It was flared from the waist down but the dress hugged her upper body. Her perfectly shaped torso was undeniable. The rest of the dress that drips down did show signs of the beautiful curves beneath. No makeup but she has a perfect face. Bryson wondered how it was that he never saw how beautiful she was. He understood Melissa's jealousy now. Melissa is a supermodel but she needs makeup and camera effects to come close to Dede's kind of beauty. He felt something the day he kissed her but he ha

I give you my deep gratitude for this- Say… Do you have a favorite color? ‘’Yes…Purple. I really love purple.’’ ‘’Do you want to see a magic trick?’’ ‘’What is a magic trick?’’ ---- His huge wings flails with every step of his feet, Niru came back to his childhood place to see the tablets that his late-father carved with the texts of DEOS. It shocked him that the texts in the stone tablets have also changed according to the new DEOS. ‘’So…. DEOS is a tool to manipulate reality… And whoever wins the war gets to use this power to bend this reality of this world.’’

“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.

William explains. “My pack is actually the closest from here. Half a day in a car, it makes sense for us to go there. We need to assess Dakota’s pack immediately. I have no doubt that the King will want to retaliate against all of us,” Dex says, squatting in front of me with a plate of something that smells like heaven. But when I look in his eyes, it’s obvious my face must be telling a different story. “It’s a deer steak, and I got you some little potatoes and peas too,” he says, as he turns to sit. I take the plate, and I’m surprised to find he even has a fork.