Duncan And Courtney Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I couldn't detect any lie from Victor but at the same time, I just couldn't believe him. Ducan was so good to me, and he truly was in love with me. When the doors opened, I walked in. Ducan quickly stood up from the bed. Although he looked calm, something didn't feel right. He had a sad expression on his face. "Eleanor." He called in a form of greeting. I forced a smile across my face and went to him, wrapping my arms around his waist. "I'm glad that you are here," I whispered softly. When a minute went by without him hugging me back or responding to me, I frowned and pulled back to look at him.

Yet he was here. “What are you doing here though?” she asked Duncan. He shrugged. “I just finished my watch, and this was closest to where I had been stationed. You know I’ll be joining you and your mate on the expedition to the—” “He’s not my mate,” Celia retorted sharply, then immediately mentally cursed herself. For some reason a male was actually making conversation with her, and here she was snapping at him. He might as well leave now. “Really?” Duncan asked with a raised brow unoffended. “I’m pretty sure the night he killed Nicholas, he said, ‘you’re my mate’”

and we laughed so hard that Duncan forgot his earlier irritation. When the plates were taken away, I was filled not only with food but also with warmth, laughter, and something harder to define. We leaned back, hands still intertwined, enjoying the calm and quiet between us. Then Duncan cleared his throat. “Can… I…ask you something?” I looked up, intrigued. “Of course.” He paused for a moment as if he wanted to choose his words carefully. “Do you… want to…. make this official? Be my girlfriend, Elaine.”

"I’m saying my beast growls ‘Mine’ when she’s near. It wants to devour her in a way I could not possibly mention. It craves her like a toxic elixir. It doesn’t feel right, Lucas." "All I want to do is pin her to the bed and mount her day and night, even if it breaks her. Even if she begs until the days grow old. It feels... wrong." Duncan’s voice was low, almost a growl, as he finally voiced the worries that had been gnawing at him. Duncan's confusion mirrored Lucas’s. "Maybe there's something more about her," he mumbled, and Duncan stayed quiet, seeming to hold onto another crucial part. "Duncan?..."

Duncan sighed, shrugging her hands off his shoulders. "I know, but she is my soul mate... I feel like I have known her all my life," Duncan muttered, shoulders sagging. "You can not-" "Hildy, I have to... This is a second chance mate. I might never get another after this one, and to be honest, I've been empty without a mate." Hilda sighed and they sat in comfortable silence for a moment before she spoke up, asking him for juicy details. ******* Duncan sat on a stone, waiting for Erin as he threw pebbles into the lake and watched them skip on the surface of the water before sinking.

I turned back instantly and my eyes fell on Duncan, my ex boyfriend who was also the CEO of Duck entertainment, a rival company to Julian's Empire entertainment. “What are you doing here?” I asked instantly. “Chill, will ya?” Duncan asked with a smirk on his face. He came closer to me now, “I watched your interview live. You did well. Charming and beautiful and sexy…” “I was always like that!” I replied confidently. “Right!” Duncan said. “Maybe that's why I miss you.” I began to laugh hysterically, unable to believe my ears. I would look away but the moment I would set my eyes on Duncan, my laughter would intensify.

“This was our place.” She nodded. “It was.” He hesitated. “I’m trying to be better. For her. For all of us.” “I know,” she said softly. “But I’m not ready to let you back in.” He looked at her with aching hope. “Do you think you ever will be?” Kourtney looked out at the ocean, her daughter’s laughter echoing on the wind. “I don’t know,” she said honestly. “But maybe that’s okay. Because even if we’re not together, we still have something worth fighting for.”

Christopher's POV Duncan pulled back quickly on the couch, his eyes wide open, breathing heavily. “Christopher….” The name broke out of Duncan's throat, filled with surprise and hesitation. I was too impatient, too desperate for something to hold onto in the dark. I leaned closer, shaking my head. “It's been so long, Duncan. I missed us…” Duncan's hands lifted automatically to my face. His fingers were warm against my cold, pale cheeks. He stared deeply into my eyes, his resistance melting away in an instant, and then he whispered, “Yeah, it's been so long. I missed us too.”

I soothed her by rubbing my thumb on the back of her hand. "I know." Her voice was soft, barely a whisper. "There's just something about him that -" She paused, cutting herself off mid-sentence. Her gaze shifted to the window behind me. "There's this sense of power that resonates from him. It draws me to him." Returning her focus to me, she wore a slight smile. "So many unanswered questions." A twinge of unease stirred within me. In this remote location, Alena has limited chances to encounter new faces. Our isolation offered peace and tranquility, but for someone as spirited as Alena, it also meant hours of boredom and a craving for adventure.

Duncan moved several places back, his gaze startled. “Noth … Nothing.” He stammered and looked away again, still fidgeting. Michael shook his head in disgust and decided to leave him be for the time being. The man seemed to be a weakling, but then, that was no surprise at all. Love made people weak, and this man was clearly in love. “So who has your fiancée?” “It’s … it’s Damien of Monstergate,” Duncan replied, unable to look Michael in the eyes, and for good reason too. He knew what would happen, and was not surprised when it did.