The Supporting Duck Waiting For The Breakup Novels & Stories

That future is looking bright too. I'll take that drug, my wolf will fall asleep and the bond with Birdie will start to dissipate. It will be a hard situation to break up with Birdie, he will be extremely sad and he will feel abandoned, but not for long. I've prepped him by being as asshole since we met, so he'll get over me rather quickly. He'll go running after his one true love: Dolly. And they will get together almost immediately. Dolly will for sure take him back, they will get married in no time and they'll start with the baby-making almost right away.

I went to remove the duck from the bucket of brine and found some twine to truss it for roasting. How long would our arrangement last once our “marriage of convenience” became inconvenient? Jareth was a obviously a quiet, private man who just wanted to be left alone to start a new life for himself and his son. When Jasper came to cause trouble, I was sure that Jareth would send me on my way. Good things never lasted for long in my life, so I better enjoy having a roof and a warm bed while it lasted. I put the duck in the oven, and then picked up the broom from its spot behind the door.

Half of the team went to organize the move for the families, while Joanna, Julian, Raven, Titan, and Allen walked towards Dante and the his pigeons. A few yards away, Dante was in his element. The massive, mutated pigeon strutted across the perch like a monarch inspecting his troops. Surrounding him was a thick blanket of cooing, bobbing pigeons, carefully guarding a cluster of oddly shimmering, oversized eggs. When Dante spotted Joanna, his chest puffed out so far his feathers rattled. He let out a low, booming coo that sounded suspiciously like a trumpet fanfare. “Look at him,” Julian muttered under his breath, his hand twitching toward his holster. “He’s doing the victory lap. I’m telling

Together, they would weather this storm, supporting each other until Lucy awakened from her slumber and their lives could be whole once more. And so, they settled into an uneasy rhythm of waiting, of watching over Lucy's still form, their hopes and fears intermingled in the quiet room. Time stretched on, its passage marked by the soft exhales of their breath and the slow beating of their hearts. Each passing moment carried with it a mixture of anticipation and trepidation. Darren's love for Lucy remained steadfast, an unyielding flame that burned in his soul, but the weight of uncertainty wore upon him. He spent hours at her side, holding her hand, whispering words of love and encouragement

Because someone had to fill the silence before I started screaming into it. “Tell me something ridiculous,” I said. Gideon blinked. “What?” I stopped walking. He turned back, brows furrowed. “Tell me something ridiculous,” I repeated. “Something completely pointless and unimportant. Anything. I need a buffer between me and… everything else.” Gideon stared at me for a second. Then—without breaking eye contact—he said, flat as stone: “I once lost a duel because I was distracted by a duck.” I blinked. “A duck?”

“Duncan, my sister is very worried about you and can’t be at ease. Before she left, she repeatedly urged Zachary and I to come see you. I understand how you feel, but if you keep dwelling on things, it’ll affect your mood and confidence. How will you get back on your feet? “You want to help my sister, I know. But if you don’t get better soon, how can you accompany her through life’s ups and downs? Don’t you want to stand by her side? “Liberty has been waiting for you!” Looking at the couple, Duncan spoke after a long silence, “Zachary, Serenity, you don’t have to persuade me anymore. I know what I should do. It’s just that I’ve been feeling low for a while but for my own sake, for a future w

He exclaimed pointing at a pond where a family of ducks swam across the water. “Ducks! Ducks!” He squealed excitedly. Clapping his hands alongside. Damon and I laughed at his display. The nurse smiled as she continued pushing him off ahead of us, giving Damon and I some privacy. We both stared at him from a distance as he tried to catch a butterfly. “He looked so happy.” Damon said with a smile on his face. “Yeah he definitely is.” I nodded in agreement. “How is it going with Lydia?”He asked quietly.

Arianna let out a broken sob in reply, her eyes shutting as she began struggling in his hold. “It’s too loud,” she croaked. “Too loud!” In centuries, Duncan had never once felt this helpless. His heart felt crushed seeing her this way. “Ari, hey,” Duncan whispered, and she opened her eyes to look at him again. The water around them rippled as Arianna’s body jerked, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. “Ari,” he whispered again, his voice softer now, his thumb brushing against her damp forehead. “I need you to breathe, just focus on my voice.”

She looked out the side window, past the river, and toward the dark, misty peaks of the northern mountains. The bond was vibrating because the other end of the thread was snapping tight. Duncan wasn't back in his city penthouse, waiting for a twenty-four-hour deadline. He was already here. He was standing somewhere in those dark woods, watching, waiting, and breathing the same mountain air.

I said as I gripped the ledger and looked at the green water reflecting in his tired eyes. "Then we don't have forty-eight hours anymore because we probably don't even have six, so we better get to the Widow and hope she’s ready to play her part," he replied as he looked at the dead birds beginning to pile up around the edges of the fountain.