Della Duck Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Suddenly, Lyle began talking as he watched the view outside the window on his side. "Delta is situated in a rather good location. There's the city, and by the outskirts were farmlands, and farther would be the rivers and the sea. That's how we can survive with minimal contact to the outside." As if he remembered something important, he lifted his chin up and looked at Art. "Do you want to see the River Delta?" Art's eyes lit up. His father seemed to have worked here in the past. He remembered seeing a postcard with the said river, and he wanted to come here before but never got the chance to. He resisted the urge to say yes.

Too bad they never imagined I had already gotten rid of it. My phone suddenly buzzed with a message. I glanced down and smiled bitterly. Mom and Dad thought it was a concerned message from Byron, and they exchanged guilty glances. Unfortunately, they were only half right. It was indeed from Byron, but the message read, "Something came up at work. I won't be home tonight." Right after that, Claire sent me a video. Byron was in the hospital, head bowed as he peeled an orange for her, his gaze tender. The caption read, "I'm the one Byron loves. An ugly duckling is forever an ugly duckling. You'll never become a swan."

Henry had changed that, had changed her feat into longing, into a rush of desire that swept her up into his hard embrace and made her writhe beneath him, whispering soft words over and over as he took her to the heights of tension before giving her release. It was enough to drive her mad, she thought in dismay, and was grateful to find Gabriel to divert her attention from that train of thought. By the time she had changed into a riding habit and had the picnic baskets readied, the duke had ridden to the front of the house and was waiting on her, the big black stallion prancing and dancing nervously on the gravel drive. Gabriel came out with the baskets and handed them up to the duke, his fac

I mutter, give him a bow and intend to leave but he holds my elbow just to stop me. However, I snap his hand away from me and said; "I hate you" "Well, I hate you more, stop giving me attitude and get me back to my body" It creeps me out that I'm talking to a ghost. I need to snap out of my delusions immediately before it consumes me. I walk out on him again and this lunatic keeps following me! "I'd make you famous shorty, Everyone would worship you as a god" Don't say a word. Drelia

I shot her an evil smirk and pointed at the classroom's doorway. That was because the pest that she had given my contact details to without my permission was waiting for her. I had told him Miranda liked him, having fallen for him long ago. He had hit multiple dead ends in his search for the princess of his dreams. Now that he had returned to reality, he suffered a great hit to his ego and was in desperate need of comfort. Hence, he began to pursue Miranda. He held a bottle of water out to her in a superficial show of affection. "Miranda, you must be thirsty. Drink something."

She was ranting earlier, and now she acted like a kitten when she talked to her unwanted fiance! Dalmi exaggeratedly sighed and walk towards Jackie, slumping at the edge of the bed as she threw her phone at the middle. “You know what, Jackie? Sometimes, making your brain run makes you the dream work,” Dalmi gave him a lopsided smile and intertwined her hands, her eyes staring at her ceiling. “I need to know his type. Is she an excellent cook? Sweet? Someone who makes him coffee?” In Dalmi’s mind, she was already planning on how she could ruin everything.

However, the duchess seemed in no way like the usual noblewoman, she was fascinated with stories of the world and didn't let out an opportunity of asking for more to satisfy her curiosity. "I am so intrigued… just what kind of magic could those little creatures possess." "Oh… it's not any powerful enchantment, but for a group of unprepared youngsters dragons at the peak of their juvenile spree, some illusions can cause them to act on instinct…" "Is that…" "I only know that many young generals returned with red faces and hurting butts…" "Hahahaha…" Emma couldn't help but let go of a loud laugh. "Wait… don't tell me the Duke was part of the group."

Even though Riev and I had no pack to call our own, we have heard of his fame. “He is here?”. Della gasped as she immediately dropped the hot spoon to the floor, forgetting all about me. “Do you know what you are saying, if I get to know…”. “I swear he is here, I saw him with my own two eyes”. The girl answered briskly. “I can’t believe this. I need to change my dress, before I meet him”. Della said, as she glanced over her dress. Then her lips lifted up in a smirk.

Della replied folding the white towels near the ensuite basin. "So you don't feel anything?" Mila asked looking at her friend expectedly but all she did was look up and frown then continued doing her work. Mila knew that Della had been so heartbroken that she was so numb but deep down inside she hoped she would see her friend happy again with another man. She certainly wouldn't allow that dog from the Levetté's into her friend's life again. "Della ?" Mila wiggled her eyebrows. "Mhm?" Della answered breaking away from her thoughts, she was thinking about how much she needed to save so that Leondre could go for that school camp and the things that he would need. Ofcourse all the work she put i