The Duff Novels & Stories

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.

While I was still on the ground struggling with my inner dilemma, The Creepy Thin Man walked over to a table and poured two drinks. “Maybe a drink will ease your mind?” He held out a glass to me and took a sip from the second. I slowly got to my feet and approached him drawing out my movements as much as possible. I took the glass and couldn’t help but notice I was trembling. The liquid was bitter and brown, but I down the whole thing like a shot. I was definitely going to need some liquid courage if I was going to make it through the rest of my night. “Another glass of that and you might even enjoy tonight. I am Sir Alekzander Duggar, but in our private company, I would like you to call me

CHAPTER 60: DAWN Peter and I danced and had fun. He got us some soft drinks and we enjoyed the event till day break. We talked about lots of things enjoying each others company till it was time to leave. Peter will spend the new year with his grandmother so he left London that morning. My mother fried some sweet potatoes known as potatoe chips and complemented it with a meat sauce. According to her, the new year will usher us into bountiful yeilds. We sat on the mat in our room. My mother, Osifa, K**i, Tami and I formed a circle while we ate the delicious potato chips and sauce. While we ate, we joked, laughed and drank the soft drinks my mother had kept for us in her fridge at the bar which

Winter thumped Rosina's phone on the table. Pidge, Rosina and Winter were sitting on a table, no customers on the bakery. "D could be Daniel...or David...or..." Pidge was being interrupted by Rosina joking, "Or Dylan..." Pidge scoffed at this. "Whoever this D is...we have to talk to him..." Winter said in arrogance. "But...look at these texts...he made it clear that he won't be able to do anything to help her." "What if he'll insult us?" Pidge added in confusion.

"Perhaps you've got an excellent idea, after all." She smiled. "Yes. And you can always have those decadent Cyprians over when the season is at the end." Her smile had grown even more maliciously gleeful. "I understand you have a new opera singer in your stable of ladybirds that will tide you over nicely until then." "My dear duchess," Henry said with deceptive calm, "you have the tongue of a billingsgate fishwife." "Do I?" The duchess asked with a lifted brow. "Perhaps I've been around my nephew too much."

Quite dusty and looks dull. It's been a long time since it's been occupied, the Dazzle family's home. Helena misses her family, in her illustration Helena can see two children playing with dolls together, a doll specially made by her mother, the doll is made from leaves that are knitted and made special. Selena got a doll with a pretty horrible face, it was because Helena didn't like the doll, Selena finally relented. However, mistakes actually become a threat.

Mostly old men with shifty faces. I was about to turn off the television, but suddenly an interesting man appeared. He was handsome in his cold face. His black suit reminded me of the man in the café. It's a small world, but billionaires don't spend their money in small pastry shops. The off button was pressed. The hunger pangs faded after remembering I was broken up. I hit the sofa many times. Tears streamed down my cheeks. I smashed my face into the sofa to cry out loud. "How rich is he to insult me?" I muttered hoarsely.

It was late, but they were still serving sandwiches and soup. I ordered a grilled cheese and tomato soup. It is comfort food for people who still believed comfort existed. While I waited, I scrolled through my phone. Mistake number one. Azrael’s name was everywhere. “AZRAEL DE LUCA : DEAD IN PLANE CRASH WHILE FLEEING FEDERAL INVESTIGATION.” I felt the air leave my lungs.

She certainly didn't belong in a place like this and though she would've much rather preferred spending the night laying on her bed and reading a book, David was very persistent and knew just how to get what he wanted. As she poured herself a glass of freshly squeezed juice, the stage lights flicked on, revealing an elegantly dressed man who walked up to the microphone and flashed a smile with jacket was thrown roguishly over his shoulder, as if he were posing for one of his television ads. It didn't take up to a few minutes for the crowd to coo amusedly and turn all attention to him. "Hello everyone" he greeted, his French accent prominent and quite dashing. Dawn held up her glass and leane

Staring in adoration at the couple who are unaware of our intrusion. Narrators Narrative; It's another beautiful morning at the side of New Jersey, where the Durans reside. Christy is sitting on a couch, close to the window, surfing the internet. With her plan draft stolen, and father's petting zoo out of reach, there's very little but this she can do, to while away time. She decided not to stay looked up in her bedroom, feeling like a defeated loser. Although her bedroom is her safe heaven, she ought to come out of it, and be strong.