The Duff の小説・ストーリー

𝘿𝙞𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙, “𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙚𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙨𝙝𝙚’𝙨 𝙙𝙚𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙣𝙤 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙. 𝙎𝙝𝙚’𝙨 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙙.” 𝙁𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙖𝙝’𝙨 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙙. “𝘿-� �𝙚𝙖𝙙?”

I chuckled, “Relax. I was so close, you would have done the same thing if you were me.” He eyed me up, “I honestly don’t know how you get away with playing these girls.” I laughed, “That’s why they call me “The Ladies Man ". I could teach you if you want.” He scoffed, “Thanks but I’ll pass. By the way, you missed Mrs Reyes’ tests. Everyone knows she doesn’t do make ups. What the hell are you going to do?” I began to dress up. “You sorry too much, Daniel. Life’s not that hard, you need to take a chill pill sometimes.”

“I don't think so. Look Devin—” “Dax. My name is Dax,” he corrected. “Oh,” I muttered, scratching my head in confusion. “How do I tell you guys apart?” “Our hair. Dax keeps messy hair while I keep a quiff hairstyle.” “That’s it,” I smiled, nodding my head as I took their differences into my memory. Devin's face was sharper than Dax and he was more muscular than Dax. But Damon was the sexiest of them all. That bastard. I couldn't get him out of my head.

"As for you—and your pure, innocent Amy…" I paused, enunciating each word. "Let's just say I got bitten by a dog. And I've never had the habit of arguing with one."

And it was beautiful. TO BE CONTINUED

Confessions about crushes, embarrassing stories, a ridiculous dare involving someone singing karaoke on the coffee table. Every time the bottle landed on Ethan, he chose truth. Safe. Boring. Survivable. Until Lila leaned forward with a wicked smile. “Ace,” she said sweetly. “Truth or dare?” “Truth.” She tapped her chin. “Who’s the most impossible person you could ever actually like?” Ethan’s pulse spiked. Every eye turned toward him. Including Noah’s. He swallowed. This was harmless. A joke answer. Something ridiculous. Something safe. But Noah was still looking at him. And suddenly the truth felt lodged somewhere behind Ethan’s ribs.

“It hasn’t moved in the last forty-five minutes,” Duffy announced. “It’s time to take a plane ride.” “You arranged a plane?” “I have a buddy that’s a pilot, and he owes me one,” Duffy explained, as he dialed and waited. “Mark? Duffy. Hey, I need a lift, man. You ready? Great. We’ll meet you at Meacham in a half-hour.” He hung up and grinned at Charlie. “Let’s go.” ***

Our dominant race prefers tangible objects that are comfortable to touch rather than faces. So, women are beautiful. Ah, there's no difference. Like a woman who just came out. To me, she's beautiful. Probably the same age as my eldest brother who is now lying in the hospital. In a coma. "Hello!" I prefer to greet this woman with a full smile. A smile that was friendlier than the habitual corporate slaves in front of me when I had to work. "Who, Bas?" asked the woman who turned out to be shorter than Aryo, wearing new home-made overalls, as evidenced by the price tag that had not been removed.

"Please leave, Euthird." Dylan's sister, Dianne, urged the man who was clad in a luxurious black suit. My entire face wrinkled in confusion. 'Euthird? Is that his nickname?' Instead of listening to their warning, he inched toward me with that blank expression of his. Regina, Dylan's mom, dashed toward Eautiquiano which made him stop in his tracks. Then she started hitting him in the chest, and he just let her be.

he said without looking at her. Bonnie nodded, trying hard not to let him see the disappointment on her face. He was right to pull away, she kept telling herself. She wasnt his type…and he was just doing his job. He was getting paid to hang out with her. No matter how charming he was, she had to try to remember that. —-------------------- Duffel slung over his shoulder, grocery bag in the other hand, David whistled his way down the path toward the marina that housed 'Blue Blood'