Ser Duncan The Tall Book Novels & Stories

There is something sensual in learning about one another, whether discovering that I'm insanely ticklish on my stomach or that Duncan's warm breath behind my ears causes my entire body to erupt in goose bumps. I also learned a few important facts about him, ones that don’t appear in Buchanan and Willis’s dossier. Duncan Willis is also ticklish, but his secret spot is the soft skin behind his knees. And when he's erect, his impressive penis points upward. On his left arm, he has a small scar from a dog bite from when he was young. Lastly, in the sunlight the gold flecks in his eyes become more prominent. Together we lay in the sunshine and watched wisps of clouds float overhead. We playfully

"Duncan, can I have my book back?" "Not until you tell me who this Thorlon is," Duncan declared, eyeing her. "Duncan!" Lara exclaimed, thinning her eyes into crinkled slits and rising from the bed. "Give it back! Okay, at least put a bookmark in between the pages." "What is it that you are even reading?" His voice was piqued with curiosity as he brought the book down to his eye level. Lara jumped, extending her hand to snatch it, but Duncan proved to be faster once again by raising his hand.

Duncan stared at Sam with a stern expression. — Sam, you’re gonna tell me where your boss is hiding. He must be incredibly safe in his hiding place, considering the orders to burn down my properties keep coming without ceasing. - Duncan exclaimed with determination, his voice charged with relentless intensity, as he searched for the answers he longed for. He seemed to be a former soldier, did not tremble in torture, nor did he seem afraid. And Duncan was prepared for that too. - You won’t talk, will you? - The man spat blood on your face at that moment.

It was here, surrounded by shelves of leather-bound books and the faint scent of aged whiskey, that Duncan found himself facing the most consequential decision of his life. The events with the proposed marriage leading up to this moment had unfolded with a relentless inevitability, like pieces on a chessboard moving towards an uncertain endgame. Duncan's health scare had been the catalyst, a sharp reminder of his mortality and the fragility of the empire he had built. For years, he had navigated the treacherous waters of the underworld with cunning and ruthlessness, building alliances and crushing adversaries with equal measure. But now, faced with the prospect of his mortality, he found him

“Ninian, are you sure he’s not looking for me?” Ninian said, “Hmm, yes. He’s looking for Alden.” Duncan’s face darkened. Alden lifted his chin and puffed up his chest. He looked more energetic. “Good girl. Stay outside, I’ll meet that brat.” After he spoke, he walked majestically with his hands behind his back, majestic, like a rooster who had just won a battle. Ninian took a glance at Duncan, who was beside her. She chuckled when she noticed him looking “jealous,” before following Alden.

Missing him pulls at my chest like a quiet ache, though knowing he’s away brings relief. We are presented. “His Grace, Duke Noah Wingknight of the Northern Reaches, and Her Grace, the Duchess Paige.” Quiet hangs heavy. After a breath, voices rise - sharper now, buzzing with heat instead of calm. Here they arrive. Curious ones first. Then those who mean trouble. Followed by quiet plotters slipping in behind. “Duchess, we heard such tales of your… resilience in the North. How… rustic it must be.” A lady with sapphires in her hair.

Herman: Is that so? Duncan: Be good, trust your brother. Mr. Marcus's eyes twitched. Miss Jessica exclaimed in disbelief. Was this the legendary seduction? "Duncan is truly something else, just luring Herman back like that?" The game of the big bad wolf and the little white rabbit. Surely the little white rabbit lost. "Duncan, it's always Duncan," Henry stroked his chin, quickly typing on the keyboard. The screen seemed to crash, with English rapidly scrolling down. It finally stopped at one point.

Then, I turned off my computer and went to water the plants on the balcony. The bougainvilleas outside the window were in full bloom, their purple petals swaying gently in the breeze. I recalled the words Dad used to love saying. "Elena, no matter what happens, live well." And so, I promised him I would live well. … Third Person's POV Meanwhile, in Newmont, a storm was brewing. After receiving the evidence Elena had provided, Guillermo didn't rush to act. He was an extremely cautious man, so he spent two full weeks verifying every piece of evidence, ensuring there were no gaps.

But the soldiers going for Gwen are quickly intercepted by the other soldiers. Scanning the room, I see Daniel and Neron fighting alongside many soldiers. His body becomes encased in icy blue flames as takes out many men crowding him. I watch in amazement as Daniel expertly uses his powers as a half dragon, sending blazing blue flames at his enemies. Neron fights side by side with Daniel, sword in hand he kills many while also shouting orders to soldiers in an expert manner. I had always sword fights were supposed to bring a sense of chivalry and fairness, yet that is the stuff of bard's tales and legends. Here in this room, there are no gentlemen, only long knives beneath the heavens.

Malphas roared, his massive fist smashing directly into Duncan’s jaw. Duncan flew backward, his body skidding through the dirt. He spat a mouthful of thick blood onto the grass, his silver-grey eyes burning with an unyielding, lethal light. He didn't speak. He simply wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, reset his stance in the mud, and lunged forward again. Malphas’s patience was wearing thin. He had expected to crush the broken southern king within seconds, but the strange, resilient golden-green aura vibrating inside Duncan’s core was pushing him back.