The Supporting Duck Waiting For The Breakup Novels & Stories

“Oops, I dropped my keys in the pond. I will only trouble my family if I knock on the doors this late in the night. I suppose I will have to spend the night somewhere else.” Splash! Dickson dove straight into the water and emerged a few seconds later with a bright smile on his face. He shook the keys thrown away by Connie and shouted, “See, I got them for you!”

### Chapter: The Future Beckons #### Aurora's POV My hands trembled as I hovered over the keyboard, staring at the screen that would tell me if my future was finally going to take shape. My heart pounded so hard in my chest, it was difficult to focus on anything other than the blood rushing through my ears. Derek stood beside me, his warm presence giving me some sense of calm, but even that couldn’t stop the nerves running wild inside me. "Go on, Aurora. You’ve got this," Derek said softly, his voice steady and encouraging. His hand rested lightly on my shoulder, offering the support I desperately needed right now.

He looked like he had a lot on his mind. "What's wrong?" She asked and he was startled. "Why do you assume that?" "Because you've been cutting on an empty chopping board." He looked down and saw she was right. "Oh. Just small things." "Move I will do the chopping. What are we even making?" "Chicken stew and baked potatoes." "Cool. I will chop the vegetables while you peel and tell." Beau laughed a little at that. "So what's going on?" "Lis broke up with me. Something about long distances and all that."

Duncan raises his hand as the two women look at each other and break into another fit of laughter. “Hey,” Kimbra calls as I make my way toward the kitchen. “Spitting is for quitters.” When the night finally comes to an end, we stand near the elevator as Kimbra hugs Shana. “I know the future is unwritten, but I just want you to know that the two of you have our full support.” Duncan nods. Kimbra goes on, “And if you, Trevor Willis, hurt my friend, I will hunt you down.” Duncan nods again, this time chuckling to himself.

Duncan tries to break free from their hold on him, but they are adamant on separating him from Feris. “I’ll be fine, Duncan! Don’t worry!” Feris sounds broken, like he already knows the fate awaiting him. The cement walls crack as the beast begins to rise back up. Inch by inch, more debris began to fall over Feris, and in that split moment, I made my decision.

Too many eyes, too many enemies, too many fragile threads waiting to snap. Just a little longer, I told myself. Endure a little longer. Fernando shifted slightly, crossing his arms. Still, he didn’t acknowledge me. I wondered if he could feel the mate-bond pulling the same way mine did or if he had already buried it under duty and pride. The air changed suddenly. A massive drum at the center of the grounds was struck with a heavy stick. Boom. The sound echoed across the field, silencing conversations, freezing movement. My heart jumped with it.

Placing his hand down to me, I took it, and he pulled me to the ledge. Down in a steep canyon nestled into the rock was a huge crater or crag or whatever it was, filled with water. A small movement to my left drew my eyes. A fox crept toward the basin. Its head darted in all directions, then it took a sip. Duke tapped my shoulder and pointed to his phone. “We got lucky and caught this guy drinking.” I nodded and he typed again. “Want to go swimming?” “There?” I said aloud because I was so surprised and pointed over the ledge. He typed again.

Khai remains in the floor expectant and waiting and I srand, ready to run into the field if there needs to be a diffuser. But Duncan finally states tagged. The term w rude to move partners. Khai immediately stands, holding his hand out to shake Duncan’s and then looks to his right. The person he is supposed to take as his next partner. Carrick swallows, hating that he’s standing to the right of Khai but he nods and walks into the box. Smiling I move back into the woods with pride. ‘I told you so,’ I laugh to Lucas and he grumbles without answer.

On the day of my wedding, I accidentally oversleep by six hours. By the time I rush to the venue, my fiance, Jared Marshall, has already gone through the entire ceremony with his first love. He looks at my sweat-drenched face and just smiles and comes clean. "I'm the one who drugged you. Amber wanted a wedding, and it's no big deal, so I gave her one." As if worried I might cause a scene, he adds casually, "Be good, and I'll take you to get our marriage license next week. Besides, making a fuss now won't change anything. "Look, the wedding dress isn't even your size." My gaze settles calmly on the bride, who is wearing the gown I've spent nearly half a year choosing. Everyone holds the

Camille asked, drawing Duncan's gaze up. He nodded, shrugging. "I'm just not looking to cum. Doesn't mean she can't." Casey grinned, then frowned. "Hrm, I shouldn't. My boyfriend is in the waiting room." Duncan chuckled, reaching down to pull his pants up. "Can you put Duncan down as my preferred partner?" she asked, smiling and reaching over to help him seal the beast up. "Sure thing," Camille said. Sitting back down, the two forced themselves to behave while they looked at the rest of the video. Afterward, they finished up and Camille said that she'd talk to both of them soon.