Novel & Cerita Duncan Quagmire

Despite Duncan’s sad state, no one dared to look down on him. Duncan’s family owned Marlboro after all. However, the crowd was curious as to how Duncan got himself all beat up. Who would lay a finger on Duncan in all of Riverbank anyway? “How are you feeling, Mr. Techman?” Marilyn greeted Duncan with a smile and sucked up to him. “Cut the crap!” Duncan waved his hand annoyedly. “Where’s Sasha?” “She’s there.”

He had no words for someone as ignorant as Lucia. “Sir, w-where would you like to go?” Duncan asked cautiously while driving. “Send me to the gate. I’d like to go to Mysticor Enterprise!” “Yes, sir!” Duncan was curious about Kiran’s identity. He was acquainted with someone like Ruth, yet he wanted to go to Mysticor. Who was this man? The thought of Yvonne’s beauty made him admire Kiran even more. Their patrol car drove slowly as Archie’s car passed them.

“Doing things without a bottom line at such a young age…people like you are scum of the earth!” “Right, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Kristan Duncan. I’m the cousin of Garry, the mixed martial arts champion! I’m the squad leader of Mordu Police Station’s first branch!” “My cousin asked me to take good care of you when he visited me.” “But I don’t think there’s a need to be courteous to people like you!” “My cousin hates you to the core, yet for Ms. Xavier’s sake, he had to ask me to keep you safe with all my might!”

We soon got to the graveyard and I saw the guy in question. He looked far too old to be an assassin, and he was quivering already. A smirk made its way to my face, I like that our mere presence alone is making him scared. "Good evening bunny." Duncan said lowly in a tone that must have sent shivers down his spine judging from the way he jumped back. "Please... don't hurt me." He stammered out, clasping his hands together as tears started to fill his eyes. "Hurt you?" I feigned hurt. "We would never hurt you Miles, we are your friends. We are just here to have some fun with you."

she turned back to look at me with a smile on the corner of her lips. “What did he want?” “Duncan told us that he had some crazy ideas about being a rogue and living in the wild is what being a werewolf really is about. He said the guy was batshit crazy, talking an awful lot of nonsense. But in one thing, he was really conscious and purposeful. He knew he would need strong allies to gain power, and he wanted to have Duncan on his team. Right under him, of course. And if you ask me, that was the main reason Dunc never thought about it. He swore he would never bow to anyone.”

Last I heard they were running from Bryant Knox and he of all people was taking care of Bryant Knox’s wife. Flames of all people, him. The guy who’d once chopped both hands and feet of a person just to make him talk and now? Look at where he was? Damn we were hardcore men, the tough of the toughest a few decades later we were groveling for women who didn’t even know that we would burn the whole world for them if it meant being together. “Nice truck”, Billy Duncan praised, his hands gracing my dashboard far more than I liked. A little further to the right and his hands would wander to the secret compartment that had two grenades, a loaded Glock and a few fake passports.

Duncan sat at his desk, the room dimly lit by the soft glow of his desk lamp. His hands trembled slightly as he reached for the glass of water. The recent health scare had shaken him to his core, forcing him to confront his mortality. The conversation with his sons, Fabio and Felix, had been a wake-up call. He knew it was time to bring them into the fold and make them aware of the complexities and dangers of their business dealings. Taking a deep breath, Duncan picked up the phone and dialed Thompson’s number. After a few rings, his old friend’s voice came through the line.

“I-it’s my bad, my bad…Please don’t throw me to the sharks. I don’t want to die. Boo-hoo…” Duncan was so scared that he bawled loudly. At this very moment, he had lost all his prior arrogance and was already scared out of his wits. He struggled with all his might, yet he was just an amateur fighter who was physically and mentally exhausted. How could he be capable of resisting his few burly opponents? It did not take long before he was bound up and trussed.

he laughed. Just before the bridge, Damien held up,his arm to stop. Damien was a 'Dead I' and could see with great detail at distances over a mile away. Pointing at Makai and then to the ground, indicating him to stay there. Makai nodded. Damien slipped away into the dense foliage, looking more like a dark whisp, rather than a wolf. After he couldn't see him anymore, Makai crouched low, trying to attack if needed. Damien flew out of the trees at the back of whoever was standing in front of Ni-Ko, tackled him to the ground. Once he saw the attacker, Ni-Ko dropped to his knees, doubling over with laughter. Makai ran over quickly, and had the same reaction!

Before I could think to ask him what his name was, Duncan groaned and sat up from the floor. He twisted his bulbous head towards him and scowled, “Who the fuck are you?” The god didn’t skip a beat, reluctantly looking down at Duncan as though he were no more important than the wood scattered along the floor. “You want to know who I am and not the savage beast ready to gouge your eyes out?” Duncan craned his head my way, his hands still clutching his round belly. How rude! I scoffed at the two of them. “First I’m a rabid wolf and now a savage beast. Is that how you plan on doing it? You’re just going to insult me to death?”