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?"

“DUFFER” “SO WHAT D’ YA SAY, GUYS ?” “KILL ! KILL ! KILL !” “LOUDER !! THEY CAN’T HEAR YA !!!!!” “KILL ! KILL ! KILL !” “KILL ! KILL ! KILL !” “KILL ! KILL ! KILL !”

Hence, after thinking about it carefully, she went to the parking lot and stopped Victor Dufor. She bent down and smiled in a pure and gentle manner. “Mr. Dufor, it’s an honor to meet you in person. I’ve been wanting to treat you to a cup of coffee. Are you free today?” Victor Dufor frowned and sized her up with narrowed eyes. “Who are you?” Luna’s smile froze. However, when she remembered that the director had been abroad for a long time, she thought that it was only normal for him to have never heard of her. “I’m Luna Goldwell. I’ve posted a tweet about donating to Ventworth Ravine’s schools that you liked.”

"Oh my God! Dhruv!" *******************

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.”

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.

“I heard you are a fan of reading. Is there a particular one you like?” “Yes, my Lord. The recent publication of a murder that happens in a stable and the investigation around it has caught my interest. It has fine writing and the characters...” The prince, despite showing interest in my hobbies was no longer listening to me. I tried to look where he had his gaze fixated upon, was it the Lady of Drentia?

So, whenever Raoul was about to scold him, Daniel would always put on a pathetic face and run to complain to Ariana. Fortunately, Raoul's headache was always successfully treated by the wonderful Danish. Although Danish's face is almost the same as Daniel's, their attitude is quite the opposite. Unlike the mischievous but active Daniel, Danish grew up as a calm kid who preferred to spend his time studying and practicing swordsmanship. At the age of five, Danish can even show a serious face and attitude in front of everyone. His calm nature sometimes scares those around him. Because with his expressionless face, no one knew what the prince was really thinking.