The Supporting Duck Waiting For The Breakup Novels & Stories

Sadie snorted, "No, you now is not fun. You, last night in bed, were fun. Is it so hard to imagine that maybe Luca and Tia needed some companionship also?" "That is different. You are my mate." "Yes, I am. You are lucky to have me because not everyone has a mate. Does that mean they don't deserve to find some bit of happiness?" Duncan slumped on the bed, not entirely sure why he was so mad. "Tia has a mate somewhere. Luca has already found his. How is that going to work?" Sadie sat down next to him, "I don't know, but that is for them to figure out. Your job is to support them. I know you love both of them. Would it really be such a bad thing for them to find happiness together?"

When the six birds heard that, they instantly stood up. "Really? That is interesting. I'll be waiting for a good show tomorrow." Sirene had a big smile when she said that. She was anticipating what will happen tomorrow. "Same as me. I wonder if we'll witness a lovey-dovey scene between Jaydan and Dakota," Zachary said. 'Me too, both of them were stupid though. They don't even know that they like each other. I mean, they are too obvious." Hector faced palmed when he remembered how stupid Dakota and Jaydan were.

Orlando and I had been together for ten years. I'd looked after his sick mom, sweating out a fever of my own, and where was he? Knocking back drinks with Rosalind, playing therapist to her broken heart. I swallowed my pride at work, getting chewed out by my boss, while he spent the night companying Rosalind because she had cramps. Then, when I got the news my mom had passed, I tried calling him, desperate for support. But nope—phone off. After a wild goose chase, turns out he was at Rosalind's graduation. That was it. I gave up. But Orlando wouldn't let go. Red-eyed, he begged me for just one more chance.

Ivory raised an eyebrow and mocked, "You should've locked your door if you wanted to do something so shameful. Besides, this is my home. Why should I knock?" Wilson didn't answer. He gracefully tucked himself back into his pants, his eyes still devoid of emotion. "Did you need something from me, Ms. Ivory?" Ivory smiled bitterly. She knew nothing would come out of this, but she still said stubbornly, "Take me away from here, Wilson. Let's leave together and go far, far away. Let's go somewhere where no one will find us." The lights were off in the room, so Wilson didn't see the broken look of despair in her eyes. Or perhaps he did see it but just didn't care.

“No, I get it. Yeah. Yeah, call me later.” He hangs up and lets out a loud, dramatic sigh and claps. “Alright, update! Everyone, listen up!” “Well, folks. The show’s over. Flight’s been canceled. Mel’s stuck in Phoenix with a crying Logan and an emotional support chihuahua named Snickers.” River blinks. “Is Snickers real or code?” she whispers. “Does it matter?” I mutter. “Kind of,” Luke says. I sigh deeper than Enrique. These kids will turn any sane person into a heap of crazy. How does Haley cope?

I muttered, ignoring the whole weird stare passed in my direction. “I didn’t… You need to hold your fucking dog on a leash for God’s sake,” Derek screamed, standing to his feet, holding his sides. The ref stood between us. He blurted out some remarks, spoke a few words, but I didn’t listen. I could hear above the roaring noise in my head. Then came the noisy bastard; he stood there lurking, looking almost mournful. “I’ll handle him. I’m sorry, Derek, I owe you again,” Killian seemed dejected at the drama as he shook me back, dragging me along with him towards the stalls as a whistle was blown, signalling a break.

My stomach churned as Hito revealed a still bird. Then, it started to move with a small sound of pain. I stood off to the side as Duke approached. "Focus on what you see, the worst of it and work outward." He nodded. He looked so determined as he squared his shoulders, took off his ring, and took a deep breath. I didn't even think he realized that I was there. He seemed so focused. I couldn't help but feel a swell of pride for him. Light crackled between his hands and swirled around the small twitching bird. Its wing was torn and damaged, it looked like, and there was a small pool of blood beneath it.

Third Person POV At the Smith Group's charity banquet, Jason held Susan's hand and stood under the spotlight, basking in flattery. Suddenly, the screen went black, and a statement appeared on a red background. It was a divorce notice—Charlotte's request to formally sever all ties, issued through her lawyer. Next, a clear ultrasound scan was shown, accompanied by an audio recording. "Take her blood. She's tough, so she won't die from donating some blood." Jason's cold voice echoed through the speakers to every corner of the banquet hall.

I want her to know that there is still someone who will always be there for her, I want to be that someone whom she can always lean on when she is broken, that someone whom she can walk with when she is too afraid to walk alone. I want to be that sister she has never had and I want to play the role of the elder sister she has always seen me to be. Now that I am here with her, I will make sure to help her get back on her feet again. I will always be there for her in her darkest moments, this I promise with my hand on my chest. Jessa’s POV We arrive at Notting Hill exactly thirty minutes later and I decide to have a nap, the jet lag getting to me.

We were hungry and Lydia was tired but I was too caught up in the fact that I was about to get Malia back and once I had her, I was never letting her go again. ’ I feel it drifting’ Stella said in a monotone voice. I do too… The mate bond was drifting, it was fading with every waken moment that we weren't together. I only hoped that Malia still had hope as well. That she wasn't giving up. I couldn't even imagine how all of this was for her, I knew how anxious I was to get her back but I had Raven, Lydia, and Avery as support. Malia had no one. ”Hey, do you smell that?” Lydia asked me. I did, it was a buck, a big one.