Young Debby Ryan Novels & Stories

Kera's POV *12 Years later.* "Be careful, Max. You're going to hurt yourself." I warn my ten year old son as I see him jumping on the trampoline next to the pool. "Mama, why is Maxy so weird?" I hear the little voice next to me ask. I look down and see Morgan, my second born, reading a Hannah Montana book. She's going to be eight in a few days but she is way too smart for her age.

But hearing those sounds stirred something painful inside me a deep sadness. At twenty-eight years old, I had never experienced intimacy with a man. I was still a virgin. I knew nothing about that world. And every time I heard Ana's soft moans and the desperate way Henry held her, I couldn't stop myself from wondering what it felt like. Based on Ana's reaction, it seemed like a feeling powerful enough to make someone forget all their worries, even if only for a moment.

"I'm fine. I just died, it's not the end of the world." I watched in disbelief as she walks straight back out the door again. She has always been independent, which I admire her for. "When's the mating ceremony?" I ask lightly, turning around to give Rylan my full attention. His silvery blue eyes glisten. "Next week." I smile softly, although my mind churns uneasily. I realise then, I have a decision to make.

The taller one barked as he stopped about six feet from us. I spoke first. “I’m Elodie Laroux. By mandate of the new Alpha, I was ordered to return to finish out the school year here.” He paused for a moment taking in the information. “El? It’s me, Jacques. I’m Remy’s Beta.” I tilted my head. “Oh my goddess! It’s so good to see you.” I said as I stepped forward to give him a hug. He scooped me up in a big bear hug and held me tight before letting go. Jacques was Remy’s best friend as a child and we had often played together. Of course, he was 3 shades tanner and a few feet taller now. Also, very filled out, I should add.

I sighed, leaning against the wall. “We need to move up our plans, Donny.” Yūri sighed and looked at Hachiro. I furrow my eyebrow. “Donny?” I questioned. “Oh, his grand idea was new identities. He’s my new big brother Donny Westcott, and I’m Debby Westcott. Mayu is his girlfriend, Betty Smith.” Yūri rolled her eyes, obviously not thrilled with the names.

Ryan blurted in a flow. “Five?” Kate questioned. Ryan’s hand stopped for a moment. “Jack told me. You were four in your group. I mean you, Damien, Jack and Angelina. Who’s this fifth person? Jack didn’t mention about him or her.” She put pressure on the word here. Kate knew he had just talked about Amaya. That’s why she asked him. She also wanted to know about their past and this point was a great start because she couldn’t ask him directly considering her relationship with him.

DEBBY’S POV __________________________________ I’m on the mansion’s rooftop, the city skyline glowing under a jagged moon, the air sharp with exhaust and pine. My skin’s buzzing, the werewolf bite’s venom making my eyes too sharp, catching every flicker of neon below. My ears hum with distant car horns, and my fingers twitch, like claws want to break through. I’m Debby, trying to hold onto myself while my heart’s pounding for Jerry, my son, who’s back from the tunnels with Sasha, Marcus, and that traitor Brad. The fake shard they brought back is downstairs, pulsing with Morgana’s spell, and I feel it, like a shadow in my bones, tying me to Lykaon’s curse.