Rick Riley Mighty Ducks 3 Novels & Stories

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.

Annie declared with a dramatic flourish, handing him a massive, battery-operated plastic fire truck that instantly began to blast loud, obnoxious American sirens the second he touched the button. "Wow! Thank you, Aunty Annie!" Ricky cheered, his eyes wide with pure wonder as he immediately drove the loud truck straight across the coffee table. "And for my little princess," Annie smiled warmly, sliding a large, glittery craft kit over to Riley, who looked like she had just been handed a chest of real diamonds. "It has real stickers, real gems, and a notebook where you can design your own fashion lines, just like your mom." "I love it," Riley whispered, her face glowing with intense satisfacti

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."

I was checking if all the fingers were in their places. Once I was sure, I stood up and went back towards my place. After a minute, he stood up and pushed his wings out. I could see his dragon was beautiful. Flapping his wings, he pushed himself towards me with his dragon's super speed. I didn't move an inch. His punch was an inch away from my face when he was stuck in the air. He was trying to move. But he couldn't even move his fingers. I walked closer towards his face with a smirk on my face. A winning smirk actually. Because I knew I had won that battle without a single scratch on me.

Riley’s POV “Thirty dollars on pump two, please.” I slide money in the opening of the thick plexiglass. “What kinda motorcycle you got there?” The girl takes my money and fiddles with the cash register. Behind her, I notice the television flash a photo of me with a red banner saying ‘Endangered Minor’. A picture of my motorcycle pops up in the lower corner of the screen. I swallow hard and look back at her. I have to distract her until the screen changes.

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.

When I finally opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was Riley. He was slouched in a chair by the bed, half-asleep, his head bobbing. As soon as he noticed me awake, he sat up straight, his face lighting up. "You're awake! Are you thirsty? I'll grab you some water. Don't worry—Sherry and her crew got arrested." "But don't move too much," he added, his tone soft. "The doctor said your injuries aren't serious, but your arm's broken. You'll need to take it easy for a while."

Mel and Kasey are only half sober. It was already morning when we decided to go home. Cameron carried Clark, the guy can’t even stand up on his own. Mel was helping Landon, since they’re both small. Kasey can walk by himself, thankfully. And I’m assisting Matthew. Clark, Kasey and Landon are riding with Cameron. I’ll have Matthew and Mel on Matthew’s car. After dropping the four in their quarters, Cameron will drive us to our apartment

The snap sounded like my body's last protest before my hand finally loosened. I had been clutching a transparent ziplock bag, the kind my grandmother used to store her blood pressure medicine. The scientist opened it carefully and removed a folded piece of paper. The bag had protected it from the water. Only the edges were slightly damp. Crayon marks covered the page, words mixed with simple musical notation. The title read, "A Song for Mom." [One little duck went out one day. A home from my dad not far away. Daddy duck said quack quack quack. That little duck came home right away.

I said, ignoring her exaggerated laments. "For a house, yes, but for a small Beach vacation house.....I don't think so; this is not normal." She whispered dramatically beside me. I rolled my eyes. The White, massive beach house looked as though it was taken from a cinematic fantasy book. It looked simple and still magnificent. We waited for a minute outside after the guards got our names to ring us in. The second Damien stepped out to greet us, the triplets ran toward him, and he scooped them both into his arms like they weighed nothing.