Duck Dynasty Novels & Stories

Becca hiccupped and giggled, dropping her empty glass once full of strawberry daiquiri that Luke had brought with him. After five hours of drinking orangeade, strawberry daiquiri, lemonade, punch and stories of maximum laughs and epic proportions, she was tired as fuck. If she heard one more funny one night stand story about Allison McKinney being daft as a brush, she would, literally, pass out of exhaustion. She was reeling at the idea of heading out to a friend's party that was ongoing.

The jukebox is howling some old-school outlaw country, bass thumping hard enough to rattle the bottles lined up behind the bar, and I vault the countertop in one smooth leap, boots clanging on the scarred wood as I land like I own the damn universe. “First round’s on the prez!” I roar, snatching a fresh bottle of Jack Daniel’s from the shelf and cracking the seal with my teeth, the sharp crack echoing over the music. “To pipelines that don’t get us pinched, percentages that keep the lights on, and not letting the cartel turn our dicks into target practice!” The room explodes into a single, rolling wave of cheers and slammed glasses, the chant starting up somewhere near the pool tables and sp

The old seal vanished. Then Althea stepped out of the ruined hall and into the living heart of Dawlya territory, where the builders worked in quiet lines and the watchers pretended not to watch her. They watched anyway. They always did. The Dawlya sanctuary was not a city. It was a layered maze of stone terraces and half-hidden courtyards tucked into black mountains, where mist clung to cliff faces like a veil that never lifted. The dragons called it “the cave-world.” The Dawlya called it home.

Too bad they never imagined I had already gotten rid of it. My phone suddenly buzzed with a message. I glanced down and smiled bitterly. Mom and Dad thought it was a concerned message from Byron, and they exchanged guilty glances. Unfortunately, they were only half right. It was indeed from Byron, but the message read, "Something came up at work. I won't be home tonight." Right after that, Claire sent me a video. Byron was in the hospital, head bowed as he peeled an orange for her, his gaze tender. The caption read, "I'm the one Byron loves. An ugly duckling is forever an ugly duckling. You'll never become a swan."

It was subtle, slowly but sure reeling them in, before finally going for the kill. I did a quick background check on her name, and Garry was doing a more extensive one for me at the office. "We know about your situation. We could help you. As we could also profit from you. It's a win-win. We have studied your background. As I say, we have the biggest named client. We don't let random people in. It's a very exclusive offer. We offer you to be our high paid escort. I assumed you know about sugar daddy? Well...I'm recruiting you to be our sugar baby." There, I went for the kill. She finally choked on her drink.

Jax opened his mouth to speak, but his father stopped him. "And do you think your men can take down Dustin? He's the leader of the Black Dragons, feared by everyone! Even the strongest members have never dared go against their master because Dustin can kill a man with a kick. That's why they call him the Black Mamba. Idiot!" Floyd continued furiously, drinking wine as he lectured his son. "But Dad, if what you're saying is true, why am I still standing? He kicked me earlier, too," Jax countered.

“I’m not a princess.” “I don’t know,” I said. “All Disney princesses have an animal sidekick… All you’re missing is the dress.” Duke huffed. “Hush up, Lucy-Cat.” Duke looked at the bird. “I think I’ll name him… Hunter.” “An apt name, they are birds of prey.” His jaw dropped. “This little guy?” “When he is older, he will be the size of a bald eagle or bigger. More than capable of eating cat if he wanted.” Hito smiled. “And golden. “

Moe said looking not very pleased "Well I suggest we go to town?" I said and Jake snickered along with Elise and Lester. Well Kayla just rolled her eyes and Moe sighed "Ok ok..... Let's split "Lester said. "Kayla, Elise and Jake will stay home with Lena then I , Moses and Ethel will go and get the supplies " "Why Ethel I can wield a gun better than her " Kayla shot back "Yeah she's right I'd rather stay here" i said and I was serious I'd rather stay here than meet those sick people or will I say zombies.

The night began with drinks. Diana had come prepared, flashing a mischievous grin as she pulled out a slim silver flask from her bag. “To hot witches’ night out,” she declared, holding it aloft. The others laughed and clinked their plastic soda cups against it, Chloe already giggling from the buzz of the carnival atmosphere around them. The flask passed between them, burning sweetly down their throats, loosening nerves and heightening excitement.

So this is slightly making me cringe. “Let’s just eat before the food gets cold.” He suddenly exclaimed. “Okay. Help me finish this. You bought too many food.” I said and we eat silently. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 3RD PERSON A week from now, huh. Hercules thought as he clean the guns that he have. What is Black Dragon thinking? A duel. Hmm… Are he really that convinced that he will win? Against me? He wish. “Boss.” One of the gang members called him. “Apollo and Bacchus are requesting a video call to talk to you.” He said.