Young Debby Ryan Novels & Stories

After four long months, Debby returned to LA looking more stylish and beautiful than ever. She didn’t look like she had even had a minute to suffer for what she did to Richard by trying to sabotage his relationship with Bella. Matteo was the first person to meet her at the club. She was with a few friends, splashing a wad of cash like it was nothing while drinking and dancing. Matteo didn’t even think of going to meet her. He minded his business until he was ready to leave, and that was when Debby came to meet her.

She got up, turned her back to the circle, and slowly pushed her leggings and panties down to her knees, exposing the pale, already marked curves of her ass. Brody went first. He stood, took position behind her, and brought his hand down in a sharp, loud crack. Debby yelped. “One!” she cried out. Crack! “Two!” Crack! “Three!” By the time Brody finished ten, a bright red handprint was glowing on her skin. She was sobbing quietly. Justin was next. His blows were harder, meaner, delivered with a sneer. Debby’s counts became shrieks.

Someone was out there. “Oh really now? You’ve been there for almost an hour. Enough time to rumble in the sheets!” Debby shouted as she saw her. Arya froze then turned to her with a glare. Rumble in the sheets? Was the brat insinuating that she slept with Junior? Really? He was like a younger sibling to her! She acted like she didn’t understand her and asked. “What are you saying now?” “You know what I am saying. Not only are you a gold digger but a prostitute as well.” Debby’s tone was demeaning.

Brooklyn Utter sarcastically as some people who had heard her burst into laughter. " It's obviously babe" can't you see! I'm sure this is the first time she's eating good food like this? " Parton, Brooklyn's friend , teases as Brooklyn takes one of the student meals and pours it on Isabella's body. ****

"I'm glad to see that you're all healed up." "Thank you," Rayne spoke in a tone that concealed her nervousness and I liked that. I did not want her to be intimidated by anyone. I wanted my lady to be strong. We sat down and a little while later, the door of the meeting room opened after we heard a slight knock. A lady in her early thirties walked inside. She had long dark brown hair, bronze skin, and hazel eyes. 'A Middle Eastern beauty,' I read Rayne's thoughts. I wanted to tell her that even if this woman was beautiful, her beauty was nothing compared to hers.

— Don't even waste your time trying. She stood up. — I have to go. Thank you for having me. I hope we can talk again soon. — I'll walk you to the door. We left the office, she walking ahead, shaking her pert ass inside her short dress, me following closely behind. In the living room, we came across Ravena and Marina stretched out on a couch, eating popcorn and drinking soda while watching a horror movie on TV. They looked like what they really were: two carefree teenagers who straightened up as soon as we approached, as if they had been caught doing something wrong.

Zita said to them. "Where is her mother? Has she mysteriously fallen ill?" Fiona said mockingly. Tracey sniggered. "I'm right here." A voice said boldly from the staircase. All eyes were at that direction-the staircase. Rebecca was at the landing, close to a step and held the handrail. Her curly hair fell on her shoulder; her dress was an off-the-shoulder dress with three steps designed on it. The jewel on her pendant glinted as the light from bulb reflected on it. Fiona rolled her eyes when she saw her.

“Daphne, it's—” "I don't know who you mistook me for, but I'm Debby Eric Han. Not Daphne or Tiffany... Or whatever it is that you called." Walking back to her partner, she said, "Babe, let's get out of here."

"You noticed that?" Debby placed her hands on her hips. "Miss Thang, I have eyeballs and a N*****x subscription. I've seen every supernatural show. Y'all weren't even slick." Joseph rubbed a hand over his face, chuckling despite himself. "So... you're not freaked out?" Debby snorted. "Please. My bestie's dating a literal wolf daddy, her grandma's been howling at the moon, and the hot, broody barista might bite me. I am thriving. This is my villain origin story."

Wasn’t that what I’d think too if I were in her shoes? But Debby shook her head, her smile a little sad as she looked at me. “There’s something too mature about your eyes…almost like you were forced to grow up in one day and you’re still trying to cope with it.” “My parents died in a car crash when I was seventeen.” I told her sadly. “It made me face reality a lot sooner than I had thought I would need to.” “You are gonna be just fine.” She smiled, giving my arm a little squeeze. “But first, you need to eat breakfast or Kathy is going to ask you why I haven’t fed my friend before sending her back.”