Novel & Cerita Desmond Scott

Desmond’s reaction was mild. He only responded with a noncommittal “Mm” and said nothing else. Xena couldn’t figure out what that “Mm” meant. Was he displeased with Scott? Or had he already started to accept him? This time, both Desmond and Xena happened to be home when Scott stopped by the Riley estate. Scott had been raised well. He never showed up empty-handed. Every visit, he brought a thoughtful gift. But until now, Desmond and Xena had never been home at the same time to receive him.

She asked. "Who's Desmond?" I asked back. "Seriously, you don't remember Desmond?" She sounded amused. "Am I supposed to remember him?" I asked, confused. "Yeah, you are. You guys played a game of rock, paper, scissors to decide who got the last cup of coffee one time. You called yourself my coffee saviour that day." She explained. "Oh." I muttered as I recalled who Desmond was. He was one of the older detectives at the station, but he worked with the Drugs and Substance Control Division (DSCD).

Children or not, they were lethal when let loose. She had heard of Desmond Sr. more times than she can account for. He was a neurosurgeon and his wife an experimental psychologist. Both started as healers in their pack before going to earn their degrees. Her father liked him, Silas not so much. Maybe he was a good person, making the best out of nothing. Because if someone was equally hated and loved, they had to be doing something right. Except, all his righteous work meant nothing since they birthed an abomination like Walter Desmond, or before making his name an infamous slogan, Desmond Jr. The book further read:

I could not help it, Desmond just s4eemed to always spring out the worst in me. Desmond looked at the television and scoffed humorlessly. The television was paused at a scene of Scott mid transformation. “Crappy fucking depicting f werewolves buy the way” Desmond said. I stood up and raised a brow at him “And when did you become an expert on all things werewolves?” He shrugged “I am an expert on many things Princess” he said. I rolled my eyes “whatever just give me back my popcorn-” he moved it away from me before I could reach it.

I felt like a Zombie walking into the house. The situation was almost laughable. I should have known it was a trap. “You're back.” Desmond was seated in the living room, reading through a document. His eyes met mine and my heart tightened with guilt. He only extended kindness to me and I roped him into my mess. “Yes, I am.” “How's Scott?” The image of him walking out of that hospital room with Evelyn, looking healthier than usual made my heart hurt.

I am sorry Kelvin but … Don’t say it Desmond ,I don’t want to hear it pls .. He sighed and was about to leave my office before I stopped him .. Did you find the girl ? Yes I did ,she is classmates with lilo .. according to the investigation she was the girl lilo said helped her out with her assignment when she was sick … I don’t care about that .. I will make sure I deal with her .. no one messes with me and go Scott freee … I know you are wondering who the niggar Desmond is talking about .. he is no other person than Frederick paul .. he sees me as a competitor , we hate each other , he knows I always win but he doesn’t wanna accept defeat , I killed his father .. lol that mf killed my mom

Desmond didn't know whether to jump for joy or remain in one spot because of what he heard her just say. “Really? You'll tell me?” He asked, excitedly. “Don't be too excited, I promise you, I've not had the sweetest experience, so I don't think it is something I'll be excited about, if I were you.” She said, plainly. “Oh, I'm sorry. I was just happy that you have finally found me worthy to speak to, especially since it's about something so important to you.” He explained his happiness. “It's fine. I understand what you -” She had not finished speaking when Scott's stomach began to make growling sounds.

He said slowly while trying to approach her intimately. "Are you acting like one of those Male leads in a romance novel trying to get into their female leads' minds? Because that isn't working." Clara pushed him back and Desmond's smirk was wiped completely by the unexpected reply from her. Since he laid his eyes on Clara, she had somehow gotten his attention. Desmond was the last child of the Mayor and Mayoress of City A. He was well known for being a sports player as he could be seen in nearly all events held in the stadium. He was into car racing initially and could also try out swimming when bored.

"If I am going to compare you with Nicklaus, he is way better than you. At least, Nicklaus knows how to respect me unlike you! You are a selfish bastard who thinks that he has done something so noble to me!" Desmond growled and held me on my shoulders after standing up. "Nicklaus is better than me?!" He sounded offended. I hissed in pain when he gripped more on my shoulders as his amber eyes glowed in anger. "You dare to compare me to that moron?! Just because you reunited with him? You are going to compare me with him?!"

Such an elegant restaurant suddenly became noisy. 'Mrs. Sandra Desmond, pay attention to your image.' At the age of fifty, Peter Desmond is dressed in a suit, and at first glance, his form is not inferior to that of his youth; at this time, his arm is being put on by a beautiful young girl, the girl is using erotic eyes excited to see Mrs. Sandra Desmond, the official wife of Peter Desmond.