Novel & Cerita What Happened To Coby From Dude Perfect

Georgia just nods, waving her hand absently at Coby to carry on, her attention on her work. I would have offered to help with the mud stains; however, I knew Georgia’s answer to that. She wouldn’t let me. She’s never let me help her with her work. So instead, I crouch down so that I’m eye to eye with Coby as I ruffle his dark curls. “Since when do you use the word ‘discover’?” I ask, teasing. He puffs out his chest immediately, all pride and excitement, rocking slightly on his heels like he might burst if he doesn’t say it fast enough.

Beca's p.o.v We sat quietly eating at the table, no one was talking or looking at anyone. Cobi and I were okay, but I wasn't so sure if he was okay with Rhoyda for drugging him. And what's sad was that I took a part in it. "Are we all not going to talk to one another?" Ken asked softly. "I can't remember shit." Cobi whispered under his breath. Rhoyda put her folk down and sighed loudly.

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

Chapter 27 The SUV sped down the empty highway, city lights dwindling in the distance. Lena gripped the wheel in her fists, her heart pounding. The blast had given them minutes, but those were not nearly enough. Mercer sat quietly beside her, his hands trembling against his leg. He wasn't the calm, invulnerable kingpin now—he was a man running from death. Damien, seated behind Mercer, reloaded his gun. “That was sloppy.” Evelyn smirked. “It was effective.”

It was William, the Alpha from the Ice Plains Pack, standing behind me. His voice was filled with sorrow, "When you sent him to the Ice Plains, I knew he died painfully. But I didn’t expect... A ten-year-old cub, betrayed by his pack, mauled by lone wolves, abandoned by his father... and forced to watch himself bleed to death." Andrew's final memories were of waiting for death. Even if I had reached him in time, I wouldn’t have been able to save him because the only crystal healing chamber had been taken over by Lucas.

~JACE~ The news hit like a fist. “Say that again,” I said quietly, not looking up. The room went dead silent. Only the hum of the old ceiling fan filled the pause. One of the younger Cobras — Cody — swallowed hard before speaking again. “It was down by the pier,” he said. “Cobra and Hellfire crossed paths. Heated words. Fists. Then… it got out of hand.” I looked up slowly. “And?” Cody’s eyes darted toward the others. No one wanted to say it. Finally, he breathed it out.

"She came with us," "Ah, I see," Aidan smirked. "So you must know where Coby's eyes were, right? And exactly how many drinks she took? What about her little performance?" Aidan was obviously trying to get on the guys nerves, but he really didn't even have to try but he found it quite amusing seeing how angry they all were getting. "What the hell did you do to her and who the fuck is this Coby?" Asher growled as he grabbed Aidan by the collar.

Then, with a final grunt, he pulls out, a stream of cum following his spent cock. “Sorry,” he mumbles. “That was just… I didn’t think… shit.” “Yeah, we get it,” Hawk says. “It’s too good, right? Happens to the best of us.” Diesel claps him on the shoulder. “Looks like Micah’s not the only one who’s been craving this.” Cole shrugs, looking a little sheepish, but he seems too blissed out to care. Toby looks back and forth between them, then steps forward.

"Is it because you don't know where Ms. Stella and Tanya have gone today?" Mason shrugged lazily. "We know. Eric Stewart is back from abroad. They went to pick him up from the airport." Who was Eric Stewart? He was the unattainable true love that both Stella and Tanya Grant wanted but couldn't have. I thought back to yesterday, when Mason and I first transmigrated into this book. We actually thought we would be living the carefree life of rich live-in sons-in-law from then on. But when we happily went to check out what the female leads looked like, we accidentally caught them on a video call with Eric.

Hailey In the morning, there was a scene at the house. Mom and Coby were finally back—they hadn’t been home last night for whatever reason. But now, the energy in the room was sharp enough to slice through skin. Coby was pissed. At Damien. I stepped out of my room, halfway down the stairs on my mission to get bitter coffee to keep my system functioning, when I caught the tail end of it. The yelling. The cold silence. And Damien—sitting at the breakfast table like a broken statue, bruised and bloodied, looking like hell and pretending he didn’t hear a damn thing.