Dewey Farm Novels & Stories

Chapter Fifty Four Naomi had heard a lot about the Dowell Family’s Farm but she had never been there. The Dowell Family owned the biggest farm in Carson. And it was still a relatively small farm when compared to others in the big cities. They had been in regular communication with the former vet but there had been no reason for Naomi to go down there, until now. After Naomi had moved into town, she had received a welcome gift basket from the Dowell Family. It had been accompanied with a little note; ‘Welcome to the city. We look forward to working with you.’

Debbie plans to buy a farm with huge hectares. She’s planning to build it as another source of income; an additional asset. She starts building her business plan for Home Farm. She doesn’t want to disclose to the team yet nor to the public. She calls Abby to accompany her to Home Farm that’s 300 km away from the CityMall. They’ll go direct to the farm early in the morning. Abby even though hesitant, she joins Debbie on the farm trip. The later haven’t told yet why they will go there. Abby volunteer driving since it’s a long trip to undertake. While on the road, Debbie does her normal work. Calling and taking calls from clients and doing other business transactions.

Their fun time usually consisted of women. Kaze was the owner of Mountain Dew Estate. In other words, Kaze would be attending to Lil Dee. Taz smiled. He finally figured out a way to straighten the loser. “Lil Dee, Sky Ocean Corporation must not think that you’re important. Sure, the guy is the owner of Mountain Dew Hotel, but he’s just a loser, living off his wife.

I took a breath. "I've taken on a farm. It's called Morningdew, sits at the foot of the hills south of the city. It's failing. Has been for a while. My mom's giving me three months to turn it around, which is her version of a job interview and a hazing ritual combined. I need to go see it in person first, but..." I turned the shape of it over in my mind, the plans I'd sketched half-asleep at 2 a.m. "I want to bring it back to life." "A farm," Sienna repeated, eyes bright. "Like, pick-your-own strawberries and bottle-feed a lamb kind of farm?"

There were two charming figures in the crowd—Moriri and Alice. All that could be seen was Moriri's expression—completely calm, unmoving or showing any form of emotion. Her eyes were hollow, devoid of any spirit. Indeed, Moriri had been completely controlled by Dewey. Dewey looked up at the clouds on the top of the mountain, overwhelmed with emotion at the sight of the building. "Twenty years… It's been twenty years, and I'm finally back." Dewey's expression was calm as he spoke, but he felt a surge of emotions and excitement in his chest.

she spoke gently and looked around. Dewey was the kind and helpful of the five. But he's too serious in his life. Sometimes he's a lunatic like the her other friends. He loves to help the people there especially the elders. Phoebe will only buy vegetables and fish. It’s okay if Sawyer eats nutritious foods. He will recovers quickly. The other friends of her take her purchases. She just laughed when they were still fighting. They are like child. They will fight over the one plastic bag, in the end that plastic bag will place in the basket that Dewey is holding.

“So tell me the truth, Macie McKay, were you mentally redecorating my house while we were eating lunch?” “No.” Macie reached over and whapped her on the knee. “Being around my sis-in-law has made you a real smartypants, Amy Jo Foster.” AJ laughed and it didn’t feel as forced as she’d imagined. The lunch rush at Dewey’s was over. AJ trailed behind Macie as Dewey gave her the nickel tour. As many times as she’d been in, she hadn’t noticed the details that made the interior unique until Dewey pointed them out to Macie.

What a dick. The drive takes less time than I thought it would. It's lunchtime and I am parked just outside the house. There’s no one around, and the house is massive. This is a proper farm; there’s stables out the back and a big swimming pool. I can see why Devin kept it hidden from me; I would’ve taken the piss. I always thought he was a city guy like me. I would never imagine him being in the countryside with horses. Shit, is that cow?

Sure enough, two wet and bedraggled shapes emerged onto the towpath. Only two to kill, Kate thought, tightening her grip on her pry bar. Though kill didn’t really apply to the already dead. Destroy then. Other girls raised their weapons. “Wait!” Mary Haines yelled. “Dewey?” “Hello, Mar!” the taller of the approaching figures called as nonchalantly as if they were met in the park on a summer’s day. Kate saw the resemblance as the boy came closer. He and Mary were both blue-eyed and blond. Dewey had Mary’s broad shoulders, broader. His big hands looked as if they could bend pry bars. Her brother and make no mistake. And the other?

Dew was lying on the couch while eating grapes in the Daugherty family home. Ruby peeled the grapes’ skin for her while she said, “Duke asked you to play the song again? It seems that he really likes the piano. You have to cater to his taste. Learn from Ms. Alice properly. Maybe Duke will fall for you one day.” Dew smiled proudly. “I’m thinking of the same thing, but Harold is too wicked. He doesn’t allow me to play piano in the Winters family.”