Total Drama Island Duncan Novels & Stories

But Duncan lost. “Fuck this luck,” he groaned. He shoved his chair back and stood, unbuttoning his jeans without a second of hesitation. My stomach tightened. Dera stared, eyes dragging up his thighs. When his pants hit the floor, there was no hiding it. The outline was massive, even behind the tight black boxers. She didn’t look away. Another hand. Another loss. Duncan laughed as he reached for the waistband. “Duke, you better check this deck. I swear you’re cheating.”

“Well, she certainly hasn’t forgotten about you. So, get a move on. You have only one more day before you need to hightail it out of here,’ she scolded. “I know,” I snapped. “You’ve got it rough, whether you stay here or go back,” Isabelle whistled. “What do you mean?” She had my curiosity. “Duncan is in a rage right now,” she practically whispered, as if he’d hear her or something. “He was frantic looking for you and then he realized I was gone too. I finally had to pop in and tell him what was going on.” “He knows you’re dead?” I started to shake.

Duncan, pinned beneath the massive burning beam, his skin covered in black ash and silver burns, his strength entirely gone. Amora ran across the blistering floor, throwing her body down beside him as she grabbed the edge of the heavy beam. Duncan managed to open his heavy eyelids, his face twisting in terror as he recognized her through the smoke. "Amora... no... get out of here... it's a trap..." "Shut up, Duncan!" Amora screamed, her tears vaporizing against her hot cheeks as she braced her shoulders against the weight. "I didn't survive five years in the mountains just to watch you die in a kitchen! I can't lose you again, you idiot!"

Answer me Miss Brunette". He ordered lowly for her only to hear. As much as he was drunk, he could still control himself, however, something about this lady drew him closer. " I'm more than a drug hot stranger. Look at me, I'm worth more" She replied which only made him fascinated . Their French mix mexican style of dancing reached it core and the final closure was a split. The surprised employees cheered for them both . The media had already crowded and taken the video to present it as their next top news. Since they all knew the structure of Jason Duncan, all they wanted was to further investigate about the mystery lady. This was the first time they recorded a video of him dancing. He was

Duncan stood there by the doorway, a cut on his shoulder with a smirk plastered on his face. I took that as my chance, Nicholas eyes were on Duncan so I shot his head holding the remote. He threw the remote across the room clutching onto his now bleeding hand. "You are not playing fair." He hissed in pain. "The world is unfair, Nicholas. The sooner you learn that, the better for you." Duncan smirked. "But, guess you won't be learning that in this life. Maybe in the next but I doubt the moon goddess will grant you another chance at life." I added with a smile, raising my gun.

Outside the set, a crowd of fans had gathered, cameras ready, hoping to catch a glimpse of a celebrity. Marianne bristled at the staffer’s tone. She pulled off her sunglasses, ready to give the young man a piece of her mind about judging people by appearances. But before she could speak, a surprised voice rang out. “Mr. Duncan?” It was Lia Zimmerman, the female lead of the drama. She recognized Archer instantly—after all, she had signed on as a brand ambassador for the Duncan Industries before.

“Oh, right. Josh has the highest EQ.” Josh and Jasmine’s love life had been smooth sailing without any turbulence. “Duncan, why are you at Zachary’s place?” Josh sent a voice note. “I’m here to take cover.” Josh sent a LOL emoji. Needless to say, the pressure from Duncan’s mother for him to get married forced him to seek refuge at Zachary’s home. Duncan was speechless. Slipping the phone back into his pocket, Duncan began eating his steak. Hmm… It tasted fine.

These were people that he didn't know or trust. Kelly could definitely handle herself out there. He leaned over the railing. He saw two tan islanders dance closer to the two girls, and then a few that looked like they might be tourists danced nearer. Duncan smiled then, and felt his excitement grow as he watched his wife. She turned then as she felt someone come up behind her and brazenly place a hand on her hip.

I grab an iron rod and set it over the fire on the opposite side of the cells, letting the color turn a bright orange before pulling it out. "Do you want to tell me the truth now, Thomas?" I ask while dragging the hot end of the rod on the ground slowly, stalking towards him with a head tilt. He doesn't respond, but he closes his eyes tightly and shakes his head. What the fuck was so important that he wouldn't even save himself the trouble of torture to just tell us? Duncan fights against the ropes that are securing him to the pole, trying to put distance between the rod and his neck. He doesn't get very far, and soon, the rod is pressing against the flesh of his neck, burning a brand into i