روايات وقصص ضمن Duncan And Courtney Fanfiction

“She really liked you, Jaden. She was in love with you and you are no different from your horrible boss for targeting an innocent lady,” Jaden nodded. “It is my job and my loyalty is only to Mr. Kian alone,” Bile turned in my stomach, almost rising in my throat. They made me sick I exhaled sharply, glancing up at Kian with a glare. “As for you, Kian Cooper. We are sworn enemies from now on and that shit you said about ‘winning me back’, it would never happen because I am madly in love with Daxton—” “Your Uncle!” I said, watching the way fury slowly twisted his features.

As they pulled the soft sheets over them, Duncan felt his wife slid a single leg over his as they got comfortable. They were quiet for a few minutes before anyone spoke. "It was a little weird seeing some fans of mine," she said. Duncan laughed. "Yeah, that was different," he said. "I'm sorry if I got carried away." He shook his head in the darkness as he played with her hair. "I didn't think you got carried away. You didn't actually have sex with either of them, and I think the pictures were both hot and hilarious." She snickered. "It was a turn on, for sure," she said.

What is he? Duncan extends his hand and flashes his sexy grin. "Boyfriend. I'm Kimbra's boyfriend. And it's very nice to meet you." Boyfriend. The word twists my lady parts to just the right amount of painful pleasure. Shana takes a step back and wiggles her eyebrows. "It's very nice to meet you too, Duncan. Come in. With the way the hinges were shaking, I was afraid the door couldn't take much more." Duncan looks at me, questioning if he should stay.

"I'll look for an honest and simple man. Jeremy Parker will do. He's so stupid, he'll never find out about my forbidden love for Duncan." That night, she drunkenly asked me to marry her. I started to tremble uncontrollably. I continued scrolling down to other videos. Duncan, dressed in black, was attending his wife's funeral. Cindy wrote: "My sister passed away. Duncan looks so sad, but I'm secretly happy. I'm so evil." Duncan was cleaning the tomb while hugging a bouquet of flowers, his eyes blurred with tears. "Duncan is crying for my sister again. I can't stand it anymore. I want him to only have eyes for me."

“Duncan.” I almost stopped breathing. Duncan was a guy I’d dated years ago. He was my first serious relationship; I guess you could say. I’d been thirteen when we started dating, and he was sixteen. We’d dated for two years, and I being as naïve as Jarren says I am, didn’t realize that the whole entire two years, he had another girlfriend at his school. “So?” I asked. “He asked about you.” “So?” I asked again. “I gave him your number. He said he wanted to maybe hang out with you sometime.”

My forehead creases when I saw that it’s Alaric who called. “Hey!” “Dionne!” He called my name from the second line. I comfortably sat on the couch while smiling. “Why the sudden call?” “Are my cousins together now?” “Huh?” I do not know if it is juts some sort of grammatical error or what, so I lean forward from the couch before transferring my phone from my right ear to left. “I-I mean, are Damian and Aubrey together today? Is this why he is not in class?”

Danny says. "I have already decided that I am going to do whatever my uncle and my aunt tell me, but I have to go now. They are waiting for me, and I can no longer stay here and wait for Tommy. I don't know if he will return. I don't even know where he is. I'm sorry, but I cannot tell you anything about his whereabouts. But, as I said, he is with another woman, and he has just left me. I don't know how or where to contact him, as his cell phone is no longer working. I think the woman is very jealous of him and does not want anybody to contact him, as she wants him for herself," I lie.

“Publicly” The air left the room in a violent rush. For a heartbeat, I didn't move. Couldn't. The words hammered against my skull, impossible and yet undeniably true. Duncan—the smug bastard, always lurking in council shadows, always watching Jasmine with that cold, knowing gaze. It made sense, the day they’d met, what I thought was an odd rivalry was the reunion of two people who hated each other. Falcon finally spoke, his voice low and grave. "That explains the tension between them."

Duncan leaned his cheek against the top of my head as we listened to the hum of our bond, holding each other close. I tilted my head back and looked at his features. My heart started to beat faster, far from immune to his handsome features. He was dirty from being outside in the forest, but at that moment, he was perfection. This was the time to tell him everything. By whatever stroke of lick that we had been blessed with, I was no longer going to wait for rushed confessions of my love. “Duncan?” I whispered. The words pounded out of my chest. He moved his hands up to cradle my face as if he was holding the most precious treasure. His fingers lightly traced patterns over my cheeks. His eyes

> I know everything. My knees gave out. I sank to the floor, shaking. He found me. He was watching. And somehow, I wasn’t surprised. --- Duncan was always the one man who could tear down my walls without even touching them. And now he was back. Not with flowers. Not with a ring. But with fury. And questions. And something I couldn’t name. --- Eventually, I reached for the slip of paper. Unfolded it with trembling hands. And read his handwriting.