The Duff Novels & Stories

Phoebe was discharged from the hospital and Dave decided to take them to their house. He stopped by a pharmacy to buy some take-home prescription medicines for her with some chocolates and snacks but a small old lady with a velvet black scarf on her neck keeps on staring at him. The old lady straightens her face to the counter while waiting for her change, "Is that for your child, son?" "Uhm.. excuse me, are you talking to me?" Politely he answered. "Who else? You are King Angus' only nephew, right?"

The morning sun was shining on them from behind, almost making them glow with some angelic light… except that no angels would ever have such sinfully sexy and delicious grins on their gorgeous faces. “Ummm,” she managed, wishing that she’d brushed her hair and put on lipstick and was wearing something besides an oversized t-shirt and track pants; the babies gave her a bunch of exasperated kicks in agreement. “Uh – hi?” “Hey, babe,” Dux drawled at her. “Wanna open the door?” “Oh!” she blurted. “Uh… yes! One sec.”

Then a smile creeps across his face, one of those devastating, dimpled smiles that could ruin a woman’s life. “You’re Charlotte. Pretty sure you knew that.” Smug bastard. “You know exactly what I mean, Damon,” I snap at him. The smile fades slowly and darkly. He leans back, arms folding over his broad chest like a wall. “You’re Druiss.” A shiver trickles down my spine. That name again. “Okay… and what’s a Druiss?” “A Druiss is a Dreil.” I groan. “And what’s a Dreil?”

So, to make up for it, would you like it if I brought you to the science center this weekend? Daryl was a simple person. His eyes immediately lit up when he heard that. "Really?" I found myself influenced by his emotions and smiled back widely at him. "Of course."

However, her heart would not have the heart to imagine that there were corpses of children among the corpses of adults lying on the floor. "Simon and Steve yes, while their daughter survived." “What a miracle. Where is the girl now?” "Under state supervision. She is in the witness shelter accompanied by her babysitter.” “Do Mr and Mrs Duffal have siblings?” "Unfortunately no," replied Richmond concerned. So far he has conducted an investigation into the origins of the Duffal family, and so far he has found no evidence that shows that Richard Duffal has siblings, nor does Jane Duffal. It is known if Richard's mother's father died long ago, when Richard was twen

She started doubting the situation with her newfound information. "What do you mean by that?" Greta opened up a bunch of unusual facts. She started with one statement but ended up bringing numerous branches from the mainstream. David is a person who is into non-serious hard-core sex stuff. His mansion is filled with more whores than any brothel.

DAISY Was it a realisation? Or was it acceptance? Was I just realising I was a slut? No. Certainly not. I had realized it a while back but I had little doubts about it. I still doubted that I was this slutty but now, in this very moment, all my doubts are cleared. There are no doubts in my mind. I am truly a slut. A slut for Luxuria. A slut for Grayson. I am truly a slut for the Draxton brothers.

Now, how am I supposed to live with the fact that I threw coffee on his shirt which probably cost a thousand dollars, cause he looks rich and all. But, she just swallowed hard and forced the word out of her throat, "It turned out well." "Are you sure, Mommy?" Layla asked, and Zelda nodded. "It's going to be really stressful tomorrow, why don't we have dinner and go to bed?" She only had one prayer in mind. One task in mind. Don't ever come across the guy you bumped coffee into.

My voice was bubbly as I glanced at the hot cup of coffee he sipped from. "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be somewhere working, or looking for a pack to prey on?" I stated the most obvious thing to him, eyeing his cup hungrily. "I'm not sure a pregnant woman is allowed to salivate over a cup of coffee, or is it this body that's got you looking like you'd give anything to have a quick taste of?" "What? In your dreams." I scoffed, turning away from him. Darren was a handsome man, despite the ugly scar on his face, he stood tall and proud in his two-piece suit that made him a pure sight for sore eyes.

Thanking the butler, I walked down the stairs when one of the princes came in front of me. “Your highness…” Yes, I knew the man, he is the Prince of Encanto, not very bright and isn’t the best with the arms either. No, I wasn’t going to waste my time on trying to figure out a way to say to the guy, better I am just going to leave. I looked around until my eyes landed on Erwin, who was busy mingling with one of the ladies, and sighed in relief.