Della Duck Tales Novels & Stories

He told Raul to take over and asked me to sit in the passenger seat to keep him company so he wouldn't fall asleep. I knew the drill, so I climbed up front and struck up a casual conversation. Soon, Dylan's snores began to echo from the back. We talked in low voices for a while, but then, to my surprise, Raul pulled the truck off the highway and brought it to a stop. I looked at him, confused. "Are you…going to sleep too?" He nodded with a smirk. "Yeah. Do you want to join me?" These guys really didn't know when to stop with the jokes. I glared at him. "If you're tired, go lie down."

The snap sounded like my body's last protest before my hand finally loosened. I had been clutching a transparent ziplock bag, the kind my grandmother used to store her blood pressure medicine. The scientist opened it carefully and removed a folded piece of paper. The bag had protected it from the water. Only the edges were slightly damp. Crayon marks covered the page, words mixed with simple musical notation. The title read, "A Song for Mom." [One little duck went out one day. A home from my dad not far away. Daddy duck said quack quack quack. That little duck came home right away.

He's beaming. "Mommy! Daddy! The ducks are so cute! They have babies! Little baby ducks! They're so fluffy! They're so yellow! Can we get a duck? A baby duck? Please? Please, please, please? I'll take care of it! I'll feed it! I'll walk it! I'll love it forever!" "A duck?" "A pet duck! I want a pet duck! I'll name him Ducky! Or Quackers! Or Sir Feathers!"

A Dog’s Tale I remember being born, that may seem a strange concept to humans but it isn’t really for Dogs. I remember being snuggled and warm then suddenly being pushed out into a very bright light. It wasn’t pleasant, and I was afraid but then a warm wet tongue began to clean me and a soft voice spoke welcoming me to this strange bright world and pushing me to a teat full of her delicious milk. Everything was blurry and muffled but I felt safe listening to the steady beat of my Mother’s heart through her soft flank. Those first few days were strange, I did very little except eat and sleep but I was aware of ‘something.’ I did not know what it was but I knew it was waiting for me.

the driver replied as he put the long black car into gear, and he pressed the gas. Della had been taken to a private garden where she was being posed for fairy tale type pictures. There were gnomes and fairies and all types of mystical type props for her to pose with. There was a real baby deer and a bunny, they even had a horse dressed as a unicorn, although it looked as real as anything she had ever seen. 'Someone did a good job dressing that horse.' She thought to herself as she stepped closer to pet the creature.

I was standing in my doorway, holding a contract that said I was his, and the man who’d been following me for two weeks was waiting for me to sign it. I didn’t say anything. I just stood there, the paper cold in my hands, and I thought about the woman in the documentary, the one who’d packed her bag and run. She’d been smart. She’d been fast. I was neither. I was just a girl with a dead father, a failing career, a sister who needed me, and forty‑two thousand dollars I would never have. I looked at the contract again. Doll. And I knew, in that moment, that I was going to sign it.

"We will now read out the crimes of Kyra de Leta. Attempted murder of the saintess candidate, use of witchcraft to seduce the crowned Prince and plotting treason against the royal family with the entire De Leta family. She shall be beheaded by the Kingdom's Swordsmaster, Duke Kion".

Narrator" For over a week that Della has been watching Airlea, she hasn't seen her sister, at first, she thought that Airlea was not related to her sister so she investigated and learned that her sister was already dead. For the whole straight week, Della mourned for her late sister. That was the reason why she didn't locate her sister for the first years that she was gone. It was because Felicia was already dead. It's been a week since she announced that to her father. She mourns all alone since her father doesn't want her to come back. Good thing that Rider was here to help her. “When do you plan to approach your niece Della?” Rider asks, yet Della was still in her right mind after a week

Della smashed his nose for the last time and pushed him down to the rooftop. "Ahh!" He fell off dead in the ground while the eyes are opened. Della's forehead knotted seeing Cufer in the nearby rooftop fighting against Niklaus's huge man. He is the one who shot her opponent a minute ago. He needs my help, she said in her mind walking backwardly. Without any hesitant, she run rapidly like a cheetah in the rooftop where Cufer is. When Della was still studying in Greece, she always joining marathon contest because of the positive thought she'll going to win it. She won five executive trophies by winning the marathon that made her known in school.

“My bitch Leia had four pups the other week. Their eyes just opened. They’re almost as cute as you.” He held his hand out to me, and I didn’t want to take it. Not that big, heavy thing hanging off the end of his wrist with its hooked fingers, its swollen knuckles all sprouting hair. Don’t hate him cause he’s ugly. Clem told me a story once, about a baby duck that was really a swan. ‘But what if he grew up uglier?’ I had asked her at the end. ‘What if he never got beautiful?’ ‘We shouldn’t be unkind to people because of how they look,’ she had said. ‘That’s what the story means.’