Duke Dennis Before Fame Novels & Stories

“I know. And not to mention, she was an heiress. If I could get her money to be mine as she weds me…” “You can pay the debt that you owe. We all know your next plan, Kennedy. Seriously, your father was a duke, why don’t you ask him about your gambling problem?” the young man said as the duke’s son grunted. “If I did that, it will be game over. So I will not succumb to my father’s wishes. He has planned for my wedding the second I conceded,” Kennedy said before his friends laughed. But marrying Caroline would not be the same? Daniel mused before he moved to the center of the ballroom as he was taking in his surroundings.

Shotgun was sworn in to the cheers of everyone in attendance. Kiki’s was just as fast, and all of a sudden, we were onto the big one. My Duke. “Ghost,” I held out one hand to him. “Ready to officially become my Duke?” “Always,” he smiled, taking my hand. We went through the oath, him repeating after me. Sambuca shots followed, with Karma trying not to laugh at the face he pulled when it hit the back of his throat. He looked good in his new cut. “One last thing before we can all hit the booze…” I called out. “My Duke, I have a present for you.”

Fuck… I stopped in my tracks and slowly spun to see that he was quickly closing the distance between us. As he got within normal conversation distance he said “I’m sorry, but when a girl like you smiles at me, I can’t just let you walk away without knowing your name.” he said in a laughing tone. “Hi sorry, you looked busy, my name is Wendy.” “Wendy, huh? That’s not a name you hear very often anymore. It’s very pretty. My name’s Duke. Duke Forester.” “Nice to meet you Duke… and Thanks, my parents are old.” Then I shook his hand like we were closing some kind of business deal followed by a slight pause. What the fuck was that? My parents are old?

Noticing her confusion, Derek continued. "I call him Devo because, once the supreme Alpha sent Nicklaus to war with only 300 men against an army with 3000 men. It's said that Nicklaus killed hundreds of men on his own and came back home with victory. He was only sixteen at that time. After that, he won every war. People said that the battlefield was his playground and began to believe the rumors about him being the son of the forbidden. I, on the other hand, believe he is The Devil."

‘Instant chemistry’. Wasn’t that what Rachel had told her? Well, she had to admit, The Duke Agency had hit the nail on the head with this one. Duke Carter was undeniably a piece of art. An entirely lickable piece of art. “Yup,” he drawled, then continued though she hadn’t asked. “My dad was a huge fan of the old westerns. You should hear what my younger sister’s name is.” Unable to help it, she giggled, then cursed herself for sounding stupid. “Now I’m afraid to know.”

Darius shouted basically every of his insult words, and Dean barely opened his mouth to speak at all. But Duke?? He was so in the middle, frustrating me the most with pretty much very deep insults. He was always so calm when he picked on me. And to worsen it all, he seemed very talented to me as well that I loved him for that. “Damn, a talented bully? Great combination–” I jumped up as I heard a voice from behind. "What part about stay away from my study room don't you get?" It belonged to Duke…speaking of the devil!

The thoughts of his lips on my pussy, his fingers fucking me, his breath close to my chest. I get really horny that I can throw myself at him everytime I see him. Duke goes out in the morning and gets back home early evenings. He works at the Apex Silver company. He came back home one evening and as he was eating his dinner, I decided to tell him about my decision. “I’m going to meet Kane, maybe he will consider me working under him.” “What makes you think he will consider that?” “I don’t know. Duke, I’m really not used to sitting all day doing nothing, I need something to do.”

“They may be traced back to me. Use Keegan’s for now and I will make sure he is compensated.” “So, are you sending the soldier to the store?” She smiled at Dennis. He did look like one, ready for action at the drop of a hat. The nickname might just stick. I would have to text Edwin about it, plus it would be entertaining to tease the usually calm man. In all our years of working together, I had never seen Dennis lose his temper. Clement looked at Dennis and nodded. “I’m on it,” Dennis said. He stood up, fishing his keys from his pocket and striding out of the kitchen.

That individual responded. "Can you tell me your name?" The Duke was interested in learning more. "Dillion." "Your last name?" the Duke inquired. "I grew up in the woods as an orphan, sir," Dillion let out a sigh.

“I—“ He shook his head. “Even if I was interested in dating right now, it wouldn’t be you. How many times have you seen me before and not said a word. Do you even remember how mean you’ve been to me?” She flushed. “I haven’t—“ “My name is Duke,” he said, looking at her. “You sit in front of me in Frameworks. One the first day of classes, it was a literal monsoon outside and you asked your friend if you thought I was trying to embody a drowning dog.” My jaw dropped as her jaw dropped. I could see the understanding coming to her as she dragged her gaze over him. “I… I didn’t… You looked different.” “And you’re still a mean person. Please leave me alone.”