Teddy Duncan Full Name Novels & Stories

“I’m here because I need your help, and you need mine.” “Bad way to ask for it,” I muttered, tightening my grip on him. “Who are you?” “A friend of yours.” I pressed the blade in a little harder. “Try again.” He tilted his chin just slightly. I still couldn’t see his face, shadowed beneath the hood. “Name’s Duncan,” he said. “That’s all you need for now.” I didn’t relax. “You’ve been following me.” “I had to be sure you were alone before approaching you.”

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.

Flinching and reaching out for my gun, I glanced at the person who had just entered. “Ducky!” He called out. It was Tedros. Thankfully, I haven’t pointed the gun at him. He looked excited as he made his way toward me. “I thought you might have fallen asleep.” He said this, his gaze falling on me. He pulled off his shoes and took off his jacket. I said no word to him and waited for him to set up his shoes and hang his coat. He hurried over to me like he was eager to tell me something. I could tell that something must have happened at work.

"Good morning, Mr. Thomas." "Kara, please. Just call me Duncan." "Sorry, I keep forgetting," she said. "So did your wife like the clothes?" Duncan smiled and nodded. "She did indeed, and said you have spectacular taste." Kara smiled and scooted back to her desk. "Can you get Drake Taylor on the phone for me?" "Yes sir," she said, and quickly did as she was asked. Duncan entered his office and sat down. A few minutes later she connected him with Drake.

"Good morning, Mr. Thomas." "Kara, please. Just call me Duncan." "Sorry, I keep forgetting," she said. "So did your wife like the clothes?" Duncan smiled and nodded. "She did indeed, and said you have spectacular taste." Kara smiled and scooted back to her desk. "Can you get Drake Taylor on the phone for me?" "Yes sir," she said, and quickly did as she was asked. Duncan entered his office and sat down. A few minutes later she connected him with Drake.

Ryan and Sissy weren't her grandchildren. "What's your name?" Mrs. Scott spoke softly so she wouldn’t scare him. Teddy didn't want to respond, but he didn't want his mother to think he was rude to anyone when that bad man was their common enemy. The old lady seemed friendly too. "Teddy." Mrs. Scott loved his voice. "Teddy. That's a nice name." She then asked, "How old are you?" "Five." "What do you like? Do you like playing with toys? Are you hungry?" Mrs. Scott became comfortable and asked a lot of questions.

When he speaks, I can see there's another piercing on his tongue. Teddy is about Theodore's height, and he's fit. Honestly, if I wasn't so hooked on Dell and Griffin, I would be swooning over him. He's good eye candy. "Sure, why not?" He pumped his fist in the air, and crossed the distance to me. Teddy pulled out his phone, and up close, he looked less menacing. I punched in my number and saved it. I attached a photo of me to it. Which I took. Honestly, I look great in my panda onesie.

I peeked around the corner. Two men stood outside the door. One was a brunette man who smiled kindly and was thickly built. He didn’t seem too frightening, the giant behind him did though. He was huge, with dark hair and eyes, and looked dead inside. The look of a man with nothing to lose and little to live for. It was Duncan Stanford. “Hello, Buddy. My name is Winston. This is Ford. We’d like to give Heather an interview. Logan should head to the woods, where he can be cared for properly.” The brown haired man said gently.

Teddy said to me and I noticed he sounded like his mother. “I am sorry kiddo, your mom and I had a little disagreement but it’s better now, Daddy is here.” “Dad, do you know our names?” One of the girls said and I nodded, “No but I know he is Teddy.” “Yes, Daddy knows my name,” Teddy said with a smile on his face. “So why don’t the eldest start so I can get to know my kids the better,” I said and they stood in a straight line which was funny. “My name is Travis.”

Such a perfect prey whom I had waited for so long, and it was gone before I had yet to relish the thrill of the catch. This wouldn't do… Fortunately, he showed up again on the fourth day, but this time, he stood before me in broad daylight. He wasn't wearing his cap or face mask, and his sunken, pale cheeks belonged to Zac Lopez, my superior. He was crouched beside a flower patio in the apartment compound, his attractive hands holding a stray cat beaten half to death. As I passed by, he promptly put up a look of delight. "Sonia Carter! I didn't know you lived here. Can you do me a favor? This little creature is hurt, and I can't walk well. Can you help take it to the vet?"