Descendants Doug Novels & Stories

Preston stared at the guy holding a baby "Let's start with who you are" "My name is Douglas but most people call me Doug. I would shake your hand if my hands weren't full" he said so cheerfully earning himself an instant dislike. Preston didn't like cheerful people. They were either too nice or psychopaths "You have a last name, Doug?" "O'Leary" "Okay O'Leary, what do you do?" "He's a handyman" Thea answered for him making Preston give her a stinky side eye

“Your loss. I’m willing.” We both knew I was joking. Douglas had a crush on Heather but she would never give Douglas a glance. He was an OG townsfolk, just like Evan. Heather wanted to get out of this shithole like most of us. So it was never going to work between them. Douglas also didn’t flaunt that he was rich, neither did he want to leave. His family owned a huge ranch south of here that he worked at during the day. At night he made extra money here. I think he did it more to watch out for the girls than the actual money though.

Anya pulls her into her arms. "You're going with us. We're bunnies, too. We're the Biker Bunnies." I let her explain as Dayan and I walk into the office. Doug is lying on the ground with his head almost decapitated and his penis missing. That has Sydney written all over it, but if she were here, where is she now? "A witch has them." I turn and look at Alan. He has his hand on Doug's desk, and his eyes look far away.

“Have you heard anything about... the De Loughreys?” Elizabeth grabbed a madeleine from the basket before taking a graceful bite. “As far as I know, one of his daughters is still in the hospital,” she replied casually, brushing crumbs from her fingers. “The other two pretty much went their separate ways.” Then, her expression shifted in dislike. “And as for Doug...” she scoffed softly. “I genuinely thought he was just another greedy businessman clinging to his wealth. I didn’t know the man was practically molded in hell.” Her eyes drifted toward the garden where Jack and Uncle Nolan stood there with glasses of scotch in hand.

Doug came back empty-handed again, his chest churning with regret and refusal to accept how things ended. He convinced himself Monica just needed one more chance to see her true feelings. That had to be it. So he put everything he had left on the line and set up one final kidnapping. - When I woke up again, I found myself locked in a basement. In my hand was a simple device with two buttons, one on the left, one on the right. Chad and Doug both had timed bombs strapped to them. The countdown ticked steadily, each beep cutting through the air.

"It hasn't returned but you know Mitch Forbes is pregnant? That's truly mind-blowing." "I'm hanging up." After unilaterally ending the call, Douglass took his selected items to the checkout counter. After completing the payment and putting everything in a bag, he stepped outside and craved a cigarette. But his mind was too urgent to leisurely stand around smoking. Back in his car, Douglass set off toward the funeral home while putting a cigarette in his mouth. He deeply inhaled the lit filter with the window open. "I got notification. I couldn't go because of hospital work, so I just sent condolence money."

Seeing her daughter this way hurts her to the gut. "Mr. Nolan, I think we have a common enemy here and that is Broderick. I can go any length to help you destroy him. Eventhough he's from my clan and my grandson as a matter of fact, I hate him with passion. Did you know that he killed Michael, my lovely grandson? I want Broderick dead," Lord Douglas said.

"Yes, he will do well from now on. I'm certain his uncle will be very happy to come on board. From what I understand, he also had certain investments in Las Vegas that could come in handy." "Good to know," Elijah said, lifting his glass in salute. I realized at that moment the very reason Douglas put his stamp on anything—greed. I was sickened even more, wondering if there was a decent bone in Elijah's body or if he'd merely fallen into his father's footsteps. What did it matter? After my contract expired, I'd find a way to get the hell out of San Diego. There had to be a way. "If nothing else, Pops, you threw a fantastic event."

Then, he logged into a secret communication network to contact the Chapman royal family. "Douglas, why are you reaching out suddenly? Weren't you in Goldspire?" A middle-aged man appeared on the screen. He was the chief of the Chapman family's internal communication system, Nathan Leeds. "Something's happened!" Douglas' tone was somber. "What happened?" Douglas hesitated, finding it hard to put into words. But he knew he couldn't hide it. Taking a deep breath, he said, "Cade is dead!" "What?" Nathan was shocked.

Aspirin. At this point in time, he would take a twenty-pound sledgehammer upside the head. As long as it knocked him out or just completely put him out of his misery. “Douglas?” special agent in charge David MacFarland called out as he followed Douggie down the hall. Douggie let the hand that was rubbing the bridge of his nose, he turned around and plastered his professional smile on his face. “It’s just Douggie.” “Mac.” He held out a hand and Douggie took it.