Novel & Cerita The Duff

He stood alone and looked like a bystander rather than a partygoer. "Hey Duffy. Enjoy the party. I am busy." "Your new lover?" Duffy babbled again, which made Rafe's footsteps stop. “My fiancé. Lexie Harlow." “Hi, I'm Duffy Woods. I'm an employee in the marketing department. But Rafe used to be my friend in college.” "Hi, nice to meet you." Lexie shook Duffy's hand because the man reached out for a handshake. She was the only one who dared to look at him, even interrupting Rafe when he blatantly said he was in a hurry. Lexie suspects their relationship is closer than it seems on the surface.

One Year Later Delfina woke to find fingers searching her body, a hard cock pressed against her ass and warm lips on her shoulder. “This better be my man in my bed otherwise someone is really going to get a smackdown when he gets back from Italy.” She mumbled sleepily. Furio’s warm laugh coated her skin as he pursed his lips against her skin while pushing the spaghetti straps of her short night dress down. “Hi kitten. Miss me?” His lips followed the strap down her bicep over the curve of her belly where her arm rested.

Fred froze with his hands still reaching toward Jenna. Panic on his face. "What… What are you talking about? Have you gone mad? You're just accusing everyone around you because you can!" "Which one of us has lost their mind?" I said as I took out a blood test report. "Fred, a thunderstorm knocked out the security cameras outside the department office for two hours that night, so you slipped inside. You were so nervous that you didn't notice when the edge of a desk cut you."

one of them had told me earlier when I asked if she had fun pole dancing. I had never thought about making money from this since I started doing it. Maybe that was one of the reasons Jhuy Clifford keeps coming back. He thinks he hit a jackpot - a mask girl that doesn't want his papers. I slept till they were back in the morning, all tired and oozing of alcohol, sweat and men's perfume. It was another day, and everyone had gone out for what they had for the day while I remained indoors watching a cartoon over coke and chips.

I step into the lobby. Outside, the streetlights glow yellow. Cars pass by in a smooth hum. I start walking toward the bus stop. I make it halfway down the sidewalk— When a black SUV rolls slowly beside me. My pulse spikes. The window lowers. My breath stops. Drake. His beautiful, stubborn, infuriating face meets mine. “Sabrina.” His voice is low, thick, dangerous. “Get in.” I freeze. “Drake, I can take the—” “Don’t argue with me.”

"How can any sane mother abandon their flesh and blood to the outside world?!" "She was a drug abuser and fortunately enough she didn't sell me for drugs. Instead, she did the right thing according to her last bit of morals. Albeit in hindsight it didn't work for me so I ended up on the streets." Duffield laments as he shifts behind the driver's compartment. "so I ended up scouring the streets with a bad crowd of people who enslaved me. I was introduced to the world of selling drugs and pick-pocketing. On one such day of navigating for a potential victim to pick-pocket, I encountered Mister Nikolay."

Letitia asked shielding her maid from the scary man's view. "I believe he would tell you himself. We should leave now if we want to enter Kerstone early." He replied instead and turned around walking ahead. "He's the Duke of Kerstone." Constance mumbled to Letitia's hearing and Mateo stopped abruptly. He sighed before he turned around to a place faced Letitia and a red faced Constance. "My lady?" He called. Letitia gulped harshly. The Duke of Kerstone? Then she was dead! "My lady?" Mateo called shaking her a little and she gasped looking up at him.

Duffel? Wait! I can't be wrong about that voice! That is the sound of... If not, no one else can address me as Ms. Duffel... It's... Kian! I can't get up from where I'm sitting. I sat in my armchair, hunched over. My face looks like a tomato because it's so red. Lord! Why? Why did you allow him to approach me? Sh*t! What am I going to do? My knee began to tremble as well. I'm nervous because I don't know what to expect. It's just that my heart is pounding so loudly. Is it possible that I will perish? My heart might burst from the force of its beating. "Hello, Ms. Duffel!"

Jano sighed and explained when the Duchess had managed to escape from her golden prison, "we need a bit more time to repair that side of the barrier, after all, a phoenix fire is not common. Sigh… what a headache." From the moment Jano finished explaining, Rufus was dying of laughter at the desk. His usually gentle and polite face had cracked to reveal his personality's silly side. It never crossed his mind that someone would make that Duke so helpless one day. He was starting to like more and more that silver-haired woman. "This is so good, I must tell Callum when he comes back, that coward," he wiped his tears, "finally… sigh… someone with the courage to manage that stone-faced bastard."

Das asked that man. "Yes," he replied. The bright lightning gave the full view of that huge fort. Rathi's fear raised too extreme and reminded the castle that comes in horror stories. She couldn't observe much since she's jumbled and shivering in the cold. They stepped in the façade, the door was open for them in the other end and the dim candlelight glowing inside. Das was walking before her and she doesn't know where the other person went. She has not even said thanks to him for saving her life.