Novel & Cerita Mike Vitar Mighty Ducks 3

It seemed like the sudden curiosity made him ask that question. The ducks, which had been swimming in the lake, swam near us. They looked very happy with their loud quacking. "They’re a family." Michael spoke because Felix kept watching two big ducks with one little duck of a different color. "I know, Dad. The feathers will show when it grows up." Felix paused for a moment. "Beautiful." I smiled. At that moment, we weren’t paddling, and I could hold Felix's hand. "You’ll grow up like those ducks, Felix. Becoming more beautiful and strong. Isn’t that amazing?"

Then he walked off, leaving me there, humiliated and empty-handed. This time? Not happening. I dug a carton of strawberry milk out of my bag. It was supposed to be my breakfast, but it felt way more useful as a prop. "Here," I said, holding it out. "Drinking too much isn't great for your stomach." Kenneth glanced up, icy as ever. "I don't need your pity." "Cool," I said, unfazed. I set the milk next to him. "But if you trash your stomach, your mom wouldn't like it."

I replied with a roll of my eyes. Alpha Cadell held a ball in his very fancy, and extremely huge, mansion. He said it was a celebration for his arrival at the new town. I was sure it wasn't only that. "Just keep your manners. We will be in and out before you even know it." Morgana stressed, and nodded her head at some woman with a winged face mask. Did I mention that this is a masquerade? We live in Midwick, Virginia. A very small and very beautiful town, which one would feel was built right in the middle of the woods.

Too bad they never imagined I had already gotten rid of it. My phone suddenly buzzed with a message. I glanced down and smiled bitterly. Mom and Dad thought it was a concerned message from Byron, and they exchanged guilty glances. Unfortunately, they were only half right. It was indeed from Byron, but the message read, "Something came up at work. I won't be home tonight." Right after that, Claire sent me a video. Byron was in the hospital, head bowed as he peeled an orange for her, his gaze tender. The caption read, "I'm the one Byron loves. An ugly duckling is forever an ugly duckling. You'll never become a swan."

They were good at it. My heart would have beat louder if I was an amateur dragon. But I was blessed with a mature dragon. When they brought the box and opened it, the Mighty Heart shined like a star and it started beating again. It recognized me. And it knew that I was close to it, closer than ever. The whole crowd was amazed when they saw what the mighty heart did. But no one except for me and my four allies, knew that it was me who made the Mighty Heart start beating again. I was happy in my heart that at least, my people, who were suffering. That heartbeat would lessen their suffering.