Gabe Duncan Novels & Stories

--- I should’ve ended it. Should’ve walked away. But I stayed. Because Duncan reminded me of the girl I used to be. The one before Godric’s world. The one who laughed in gas stations and cried when someone told her she mattered. He didn’t save me. But he could have. And that’s why I had to destroy him. --- When Godric found out, he didn’t scream. Didn’t hit. He smiled. “You’re catching feelings,” he said. “Good. It’ll make the fall even better.”

I stepped out of my room, ready to seduce him but to my surprise, Jake Carson stood there wearing a sleeveless t-shirt, showing off his muscular biceps. Why? I wanted to be the teaser for once. But here comes Jake, who wins the game without even playing it. “Come on doll. What are you waiting for?” He asks, more like states before removing some boxing gloves from a bag, “Stretch yourself and we will start soon.” He says, making me smile a little at my devious plan. I turned my back to him, and touched my toes. I heard him groan softy, making a huge smile appear on my face, “Danika…please don’t.” He grumbled as I stood up straight and gave him a confused innocent look.

Mirena gave a small nod and stepped forward. As she passed the holding cells, she spared Griselda one brief glance. The woman looked like her entire world had just collapsed. Turning away, Mirena continued toward the exit, but just as she reached the door, It swung open and Duncan was shoved inside. He staggered slightly before steadying himself, then froze the moment his eyes landed on her. Shock flickered across his face, followed by something heavier—defeat—then without a word, he averted his gaze.

“Our mother is lucky, but ever since then, she lost her vitality and became frail. Even now, she is still recuperating.” “So, we need to find out who has been producing these chips and kill them all! We’ve been pursuing this matter for a long time!” Without saying a word, Duncan punched the wall and closed his eyes. He was precocious since he was a child, and had been looking over the family affairs for the longest time. He has rarely broken down like this, let alone breaking down in front of outsiders. None of the Winters siblings judged him. Instead, they looked at him with sadness and empathy.

Duncan Hiddleston smoothly clung to the wall and stood up. Duncan Hiddleston took a stance, now Duncan Hiddleston made it clear that his exact goal was to defeat the guy in front of him and then take revenge on the other girl. Because at first Duncan Hiddleston had good intentions to help that girl getaway, but she betrayed Duncan Hiddleston, making Duncan Hiddleston's mood extremely uncomfortable. Duncan Hiddleston just couldn't concentrate on the game. Duncan Hiddleston had now determined that the opponent in front of him was not the average Duncan Hiddleston. Duncan Hiddleston is now really countering. Duncan Hiddleston rushed to where Waldo Helen was standing and punched Waldo Helen in t

Jack glared at White while others coughed as awkward silence descended. Jack laughed awkwardly, wanting to defend himself. “I dunno man! I was wasted that time, the moment I woke up, she's already hysterical pointing fingers at me. I wasn't able to explain and she told me to stop bothering her so I stopped trying to explain.” Dior didn't want to hear but was forced to hear it. Looking at the melancholic Jack, he opened his mouth. “Maybe it isn't too late yet. Talk to her, perhaps she'll listen to you this time.”

Across from the Keller residence's front gate, Duncan gripped his phone as the dial tone buzzed, his expression increasingly sinister. Half his face was still swollen from earlier, and as a prominent figure in Blumedale, his current appearance was truly pathetic. He hissed, "That little punk stole my position, beat up my son, and then slapped me…" Grinding his teeth furiously, he roared, "I'll kill that bastard!" Duncan had to admit that being slapped around by Andrew earlier had been utterly humiliating. As a big shot and someone bold enough to run for chairman of the Gabo Creek Chamber of Commerce, he simply could not accept being beaten like that.

Sure enough, she saw Duncan entering in large strides. He did not dress in a suit like Zachary did every day. He dressed normally and had never brought bodyguards wherever he went, nor made a grand show of himself or put on airs. No matter who greeted him, he always nodded in response. Liberty had been working here for a few days, and what she heard most in private was her colleagues talking about Duncan. She learned that Duncan was the fourth son of the Lewis family, and he was still single at the age of thirty-five. She also knew that he got involved in some shady business during his rebellious phase when he was in his youth. The scar on his face was a souvenir from that time.

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.

Duncan Duncan chuckled when he thought of his wife. He was glad that she was feeling better than she'd been on Sunday, not that he didn't understand the reason behind it. He was a little somber that Heidi had to leave. She was a good friend to his wife, sure, but she was also incredible in bed, and he'd never forget the times he shared with her, both on Friday and on Saturday. He sighed as he thought back about the fun, but then smiled when he heard the familiar click-clack of Kara's footsteps as she walked towards her desk. He glanced up from his work and through the window to her area.