Descendants Doug の小説・ストーリー

“A little house, a big garden, a study, a workshop, and a scruffy dog. We’ll build it ourselves, you know. We’ll design it, lay the foundation, put up the walls. Every brick will be a testament to us.” He pulled back again, his eyes searching mine. “And maybe,” he said, his voice dropping to a near whisper, a hint of something profound and slightly terrifying in his tone, “maybe one day, we’ll fill that house with… with a family. Little ones running through that garden, chasing that scruffy dog.”

Third Person's POV After Doug finished speaking, he stole a glance at Adelaide. Seeing she wasn't angry, he let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding. He silently vowed to give himself a good scolding later. It was clear that Doug truly adored his granddaughter. Abigail seemed to be Doug's youngest granddaughter and undoubtedly the apple of his eye. "Are you two in a hurry? Can we..." Lance wanted to leave. "We're in a hurry. Abigail's already in tears," Doug said anxiously, rubbing his knees as if he could will them to move.

"I'm what the Ravengale bloodline tried to kill in themselves—and failed." Meanwhile, Kael sat at his desk, the rhythmic tap of his red pen against the patrol reports breaking the silence of the office. His mind wandered, caught somewhere between the mundane tasks of the day and the strange feeling that had been gnawing at him ever since his parents left for the Lycan Prince’s territory.

Yet weirdly addictive. “Y-yes, sir,” I manage. He watches me like he’s dissecting my soul under a microscope. It’s unnerving. My skin buzzes. “Sit,” he commands, nodding to the chair in front of his desk. I sit so fast I nearly fall. He notices. His mouth twitches. Not exactly a smile—more like amusement he refuses to show. He picks up a folder. “Sabrina Mendoza, twenty-two, cum laude in Business Admin, former assistant manager at Diaz & Everly Jewelry.” His eyes lift. “Impressive résumé.”

With a furious sweep of her arm, she sent everything on the table crashing to the floor before storming out, slamming the door behind her. The next day, my assistant, Alex Volton, called. "Mr. Mercer, the International Cultural Relics Restoration Conference is about to begin. They've contacted me repeatedly, hoping you'll attend and offer your expertise." Last time, I had skipped the conference for Dolly's birthday. This time, I wasn't going to miss it. After agreeing, I began sorting my collection and prepared to send my late mother's necklace to the exhibition as well—only to remember that Dolly had borrowed it under the pretense of "trying it on" and had never returned it.

Taking the tube inside of my palm and pulling slowly as it slide its way out of my insides. I stood and walked to the window. I watched them messing around. It looked like whatever problems they had, they had put them behind them. “Brodie and Jackson are descendants of Milly. That’s why I feel a link to them.” It was the only thing that made sense. I was too much older than them for anything else to be possible. Jackson rugby tackled Brodie, and the pair shifted in mid-air and rolled across the ground together like a never-ending ball of yarn. I turned to Dad when he didn’t speak.

"Right now." "I'm listening," Douglas replied, his voice instantly sharp. "I'm sending the photo." She snapped a crystal-clear image of the page and hit send. On the other end of the line, a heavy, analytical silence stretched out. She could hear the faint rustle of him shifting in his chair as he drank in the threat. "I see," Douglas said quietly. "He addressed it to Ms. Parks." "Yes. I noticed." "He's not fighting paternity. Damien killed that angle."

Jaden, the fourth son of the Stone Family was definitely an extremely cruel person for them. In the future, nobody would hear the name of Doug in Mediterrania. Jason did not care about this. There was nothing to pity about such trash. He deserved to die from the first time he flirted with Madison, but at that time, Jason had just recovered his memory and his cultivation had not recovered yet. He did not want to be too shocking. He had already forgotten about it, but Doug appeared in front of him again, which made him recall the past. This could only be blamed on this guy's bad luck.

Donoghue laughed menacingly and fiercely said, “How could I let him go easily? I’ll chop him up to pieces to relieve the hatred in my heart if he ends up in my hands.” Donoghue’s expressions then turned from rage to sadness as he continued, “Darryl pretends to be a righteous person on the surface and is deemed a hero by the World Universe, but the truth remains that he’s a despicable scumbag. He destroyed my entire family more than ten years ago to help his brothers fight for territory. Later on, his sworn brother, Zhu Bajie kidnapped my wife, Shentel. He even took over my throne and wants to kill me now. He’s my archnemesis!”

I point out. “I was thinking the same thing. My daughter, her cousins, and their friends have contact all over this damn city. I will talk with them and see what they think. I am sure they will be more than happy to start digging.” Doug says. While I know they can find out shit, I can’t help but think we just released very deadly people. It doesn’t matter. I will not have my little sprite afraid to talk with her family or afraid of anyone else that she cares for getting hurt. This shit ends now.