Duke Dennis Before Fame Novels & Stories

Also, it gave him something to do when he wasn’t holed up in his studio with his clothes downed in paint. Duke, on the other hand, was still young. He was nine years younger than us and started working as my assistant as soon as he was done with college and I took over as CEO of Cadd Medicals. I had offered him a promotion a few times but he declined because he was happy where he was at. For some reason, he wanted to remain my assistant and I didn’t mind because he was very capable. “You talk too much,” I told him as he pulled over in the underground parking lot. “Just learn to keep your mouth shut when she’s around and we won’t have problems.”

"Well, you guys don't need to introduce yourselves, I already know who you are." "Who the hell do you think you are?" I barked. "Come out here and show us you aren't a coward." "I would if I was there with you but sadly I'm not." He replied. He spoke up again before I could say another word. "I'm Dennis Mattias by the way." "Nobody gives a damn who you are." Duncan hissed. "Wouldn't you want to know why I'm so interested in your family? Dennis chuckled. "Why, I had to go as far as killing your brother?"

However, the morning grew heavier when her father, Robert Moreau, arrived unannounced at the Duke's castle. "What exactly did you say to Vivian?" Robert's voice pressed against her, demanding an answer. "What could I have said? What exactly did she complain to you about?" Selene retorted, her tone clinical and indifferent. Robert fell silent for a moment, taking a long, weary breath. "Selene… Vivian and the Duke are childhood friends. They were even engaged once. It is only natural that they are close. Can you not show a little grace and yield?" Selene suppressed a cynical laugh behind her teeth.

"Well, yes. That's for a human's perspective. But for us-a noble or a mythical creature as what human history says-it's natural. We can live for millennia and tens and hundreds of it, not aging. We can even enter eternal slumber if we want to. "But that's not always the case. Sometimes, one can enter a force eternal sleep if they committed a crime that is too grave beyond comprehension and the risk being known to the world is high or they took offense to the humankind that we're supposed to take care." -Cassielle Elise D. Dairen, the daughter of the duke, Clyde Estreno D. Dairen. The unknown duchess.

he said with a voice loud enough almost to let every single person in the stadium knew about his obvious intentions and claims. "What?! When did I do that?" "Yesterday," he said with a cheeky voice, "don't you remember, my dear? You were so eager the night before, we even…" "Stop!" Devon was red to the ears from the shameless man's words. She couldn't believe that he would dare to say that to her in front of everyone. Last night was a mistake, she had some wine in celebration of her victory. She wanted to invite Emma, but she couldn't do it in the end, that shameless Duke, the husband of her dear friend went inside Emma's room and closed the door tightly to not let anyone enter. So Devon had

I mouthed, but that increased his amusement. Rally laughed loudly and pointed his middle finger in the sky. "Fuck you too. I will be with you soon." With that, he turned his back to me, leaving me to remain in the shadow of myself. I checked the time on my wristwatch, it was 10: 15, so that means we had exactly 1 hour fifteen minutes before our match began. I was as prepared as if it was my birthright. Football and I, that was how close the two of us are and that made me extremely good. While Nate went for painting, Tiger went for mass communication and that was why father would never go for a meeting without taking Tiger along. Duke had a company of his own because he had always wanted to b

she replied and Dennis eyes some in shock. He looked at Cassandra as great shock filled his body, his ears unable to believe her words because John Dutch is no one else but the name of his foster Mafia father. Filled with hatred that he has been betrayed by everyone he trusted, Dennis walked out of Cassandra's office. "Dennis!" Cassandra called out to him with a tear soaked face but he didn't turn to look at her. With great annoyance, Dennis walked into his office and Cassandra followed behind watching him parking some files into his briefcase.

Duke Soren’s eyes widened for a split second before he regained his calm senses and denied shaking and waving his hand “Might??? What might??? I am merely here to greet and make a new friend; to welcome you into the circle so that you do not feel overwhelmed.” Martin had hit the spot with his classic bluntness; the old duke didn’t expect the young uncultured man to see through him and cause him to panic for a split second but soon regained his sense. Martin wasn’t daft; he was smart and witty but usually unbothered by the world around him unless the matter has something to do with his family. It was because of this quirk of his that people around him thought of him as someone who was dull wi

"I am the Duke." "You?" For one long moment, utter bewilderment was writ large across her delightful countenance. For the life of her, Margaret could not use her surprise. How could this man, of all men, be the Duke? Aside from he fact he was far too young to have been a crony if her father's, the gentleman before her was unquestionably a rake. And a rake of the first order, to boot. Whether the dark-browned, harsh-featured face wig its aquiline nose and firm mouth and chin or the lazy assurance with which he had entered the room had contributed to her reading of his character, she could not have said. But the calmly arrogant way his intensely blue eyes had roved from the top of her curls al

When the Duke Clade refused to give his answer until the end, the people forgot about it as the dam was built with such speed. That also started his manic behaviour and someone of a crazy person. The loving father of two sons and a loving husband of a wife soon became a drunkard, a chaotic person who always hit anyone who crossed his path and was always shouting at anyone. when asked what has happened to him he only responds “I am happy.” an ironic answer when his whole mannerism and behaviour shows something else, the people of the Fortess Dukedom tried their best to help the Duke Claude return to his old self— the good and compassionate one— and not the current manic and bad one. they miss