Duck Dynasty Novels & Stories

Duke uttered at the end of the line. Enjoying his mango juice, he drags himself on his sofa and place both of his legs above his coffee table, crossed. "Then spill it." He put the glass of juice he loves beside his socked feet and opens the wide television he has, displaying the channel he loves, Fox Sports having a live stream of a baseball show. "Tucker Crueson has a daughter, and she visits him every weekend." His right eyebrow pulled upwards, saying he's interested with that fact about that stupid slow poke, sheriff he hated. "Really?" He slowly uttered as a sinister smile started to reveal itself on his lips.

Current Location: Outside the Dragon house restaurant Kyle, Lucas, and I were all sitting in my car. One of the men Kyle tasked with finding Derek told us he was staying at Dragon House. Dragon House was not just a restaurant, but also a hotel. They only had a handful of rooms, and unless you had a lot of money you could not afford it. Each room was very luxurious and had a lot of accommodations. One night in the Dragon house cost almost two thousand dollars.

He's beaming. "Mommy! Daddy! The ducks are so cute! They have babies! Little baby ducks! They're so fluffy! They're so yellow! Can we get a duck? A baby duck? Please? Please, please, please? I'll take care of it! I'll feed it! I'll walk it! I'll love it forever!" "A duck?" "A pet duck! I want a pet duck! I'll name him Ducky! Or Quackers! Or Sir Feathers!"

Alpha says. "Your soul is a brat?" James asks him. "The brattiest of them all," the alpha says getting up slowly, he took his sweet time going, the fear of waiting is much worse than the feeling of what's actually going to happen. We went to get her and then we found him, our third, well fourth, who walks like a duck, looks like a duck, and finally swims like a duck, James and I decided on naming him Ducky, and we're keeping him.