Descendants Doug Novels & Stories

Douglas paused and laughed. "Do you know how your brother actually died?" Douglas asked Alexander. Alexander did not respond but raised a suspicious eyebrow at him. "I'll tell you" Douglas said. "Andre didn't die from the fall. Infact he was still alive. I had him killed while he was in the hospital"

The family members were all curious to meet her. Caitlin’s car followed Douglas’s, finally arriving at The Yuncey Family estate. After parking, everyone got out of the car. Douglas smiled and extended a welcome, "We’ve arrived at The Yuncey Family! Would you mind if I call you ‘Caitlin cousin’? By family relation, we are indeed cousins." Douglas was being outwardly polite, but in reality, he had ulterior motives. He wanted to find out about the whereabouts of *Yun's Aromatic Codex*, but he wasn’t in a rush to force the issue.

Duong knew well enough that Patrick was daring him, but he couldn't do anything about it because he desperately needed his help. "Don't you see the problem here?” Patrick asked, not expecting a reply. Duong was not remarkably smart to think that fast. They both knew it. "Ryker and his motherfuckin' brother, Audie” “Audie is dead” “That's because Dormos found out about his connection with you,” Patrick said, tapping his hand on the table. “Stop that, it's distracting” Duong snapped and Patrick reluctantly withdrew his hand. “Go on”

From now on, we may need all the support from our parents as much as we could get, if anything like this was to happen again in the future. (Authors note): I have decided not to talk more about their future generations. The story of Douglas and Derrick ended where David got killed. But I will make mention of them at some points in the story henceforth, especially during the end of the story. I don't want to divert too much from the main plot of this story. Thanks for your understanding.

"Why, isn't this Mr. Hunter? I'm not very happy with your treatment at the moment, so I'm not going to take your smokes." Douglas looked embarrassed and quickly put away the cigarettes. Then, he nodded politely at him and said, "You can just call me Dougie." "Ah, Dougie," Damian said, suddenly smirking. "Go and break one of Harry's legs." "What?" Douglas' smile froze on his lips. He was shocked. What the hell? Did things really have to go that far? He was just accepting the fact that life wasn't going to be easy for him if he kept going against Damian. However, if he could get in Damian's good books, then he would be able to rise to the top again very soon.

“Chad, how’s it going with the person I’ve asked you to send over here? Where is he?” “Doug’s on his way. I’ve just given him a phone call. He says that he’s arriving at the train station soon…” “Doug!?” Javier’s mind was instantly flooded with events from last year when Chad mentioned this name. At that time, he had used Doug and had gotten both Zayn and the Dunhams in deep sh*t. After staying overseas for a year, the Dunhams were finished long ago, so it was about time Doug made his return.

How could I have raised a son so blind? The words hit harder than a bullet. Vincent staggered. "You're saying... Lucy was a fraud? She lied... her father never saved me...?" His breath hitched. "H-How's that possible? In my last life..." His voice splintered, head about to burst. Because everything he'd believed—every damn thing—had come from Lucy's lips. Suddenly, it hit him—when he'd ordered Avila and the babies locked in the cellar, one of his men had muttered, "Don, if you put the kids in too, they won't last three days..."

“All those lives, some were just children.” “Sister, you are the direct descendant of one of the strongest vampire elders to ever walk the earth. And he loved your mother – a Scythian queen. Together they could have defeated the Reapers had they been prepared. They were the only ones on earth strong enough. The demons knew that.” Aurora thought back to the words Lucius had said at the castle. ‘It takes a demon to kill a demon.’ Had they purposely murdered her parents in preparation for the day they would rise?

Gurudza is standing by the Domboguru river looking up in the sky, contemplating on everything that has happened and he has learned about himself. Being a descendant of a god and having godly power in him. “Is being a demigod that bad?” Wezhira’s voice comes from behind. “No, but it just makes everything else a lie!” “I understand!” he walks closer to him changing his body form to any older man, “Your father used to come here when things got tough too, and he would scream shout and pour out his heart!”