Duke Dennis Before Fame Novels & Stories

It's different if you stay in the place. Dennis also asked me to tell you about my life, as he was known to the people as the landlord's son. Even though he has another side that not many people know. Dennis loved painting. For him, image is the best way for him to feel like himself without holding the title of the son of the landlord. ********

What a tragedy for the family! "You can't say it?" Henry smiled innocently, blinking his eyes. "Driving a limited edition Lamborghini to hit someone in broad daylight, Mr. Dennis, were you trying to announce it to the world?" "It wasn't me, it wasn't me... I didn't do it..." Dennis waved his hands frantically, his eyes panicked. The group of men in black had almost driven him insane. Henry, maintaining a cute and innocent appearance, spoke in a way that sent chills down one's spine. The stark contrast was too much for the psychologically fragile Mr. Dennis to bear.

Farrers had made a monumental error. In his panic, in allowing every servant to charge into the room with his supplies instead of sending for me, or one trusted valet he had opened himself to the wolves. The gossip pages had him now. /Duke of Tarrick near death. Young, pregnant Duchess distraught/ read the more professional papers. /Dirty Duke! Tarrick is Sick with a pain in his Pr–-/ were some of the less savoury attempts.

"Dukе іѕ еіghtееn, оld enough tо fіght fоr hіѕ соuntrу. Dukе lоvеѕ mе аnd we are engaged. Duke slowly gоt tо hіѕ fееt lооkіng ѕсаrеd. Hе wаѕ about ѕіx-fоur, and аbоut 200 lbѕ. Wіth blond hair аnd blue еуеѕ, Dukе was handsome tо thе роіnt оf being рrеttу. "Whаt about уоu Puke? I said, ѕlарріng his fасе. What dо уоu hаvе tо ѕау for уоurѕеlf, Puke? I sneered, mocking him.

Folded like that, he seems less rigid, almost unaware. Fresh-faced, really. Yet heavy with weariness. A weight hits me, right in the ribs. He stands there - this one gave the order to strike. They called him the Duke of Ashes once. Now? On the floor, trembling under that single lamp, nothing left to shield him.

His colleagues told him he was getting obsessed with this mafia gang, but he just couldn't let it rest when he was getting closer and closer to wiping this scum of his territory. He had to admit though that his life was kind of pathetic right now. He just slept, ate, and worked. He was a young, muscular, and handsome guy with more than enough female attention, but he just couldn't get himself to give a shit about dating or social life. Maybe if his sister would not have died because of Don Lorenzo and his gang he wouldn't care this much. Her death was 10 years ago when Duke was still a boy. They found her body overdosed in an abandoned building and the police said it was suicide. But duke kn

Just call him before you call Dunn. Duke picks up the phone and dials Jessup Packhouse. "Jessup Packhouse, Luna Tina," Tina answers. "Aunt Tina it's Duke," Duke tells her. "Hey Duke, do you need Romeo?" Tina asks. "I am actually calling for Uncle Carter. I need his advice," Duke takes a deep breath. "OH?" Tina asks. "Carter's advice on a Grand Duke matter?" Duke knows Alicia is a sensitive topic for his Aunt Tina, hell his Mom is a sensitive topic for Aunt Tina.

“Quite the coincidence indeed.” “I thought you were filming a long-term commercial shoot in Hollywood. When did you get back?” Nick asked nonchalantly. The Blue Moon Pack specializes in athlete management. Two years ago, Dane had entered the sports industry. With his striking looks and noble yet slightly melancholic demeanor, he quickly became a heartthrob—especially among younger women. His rise had been meteoric—he’d won multiple awards in the last two years and was now a certified rising star in the world of sports. “Just got back,” Dane replied, his deep eyes once again falling on me, involuntarily.

“Bit by bit, year by year, I became what he wanted. Spoke how he wanted. Dressed how he wanted. Until there was nothing left of Valentine Ross except in my dreams.” Duke’s expression softened. “And in mine.” The admission hung between them, delicate as spun glass. Valentina swallowed hard. “Your turn,” she said. “What happened after the airport?” Duke leaned back, eyes distant with memory. “I drank. A lot. Started riding with the Kings more seriously. Got into trouble.” His mouth curved in a self-deprecating smile. “The usual clichés. Broken heart, bad decisions.” “I’m sorry.” “Don’t be. It was a long time ago.” He refilled their glasses. “Besides, those bad decisions led to good things even

Nothing less would do for the youngest debutante of one of the most powerful families in Zambales. The clock had already struck ten, but the party showed no signs of slowing down. The guests, mostly students from an elite university in Zambales, continued to revel in the night, completely immersed in the luxury that surrounded them. Duke took a slow sip from the whiskey glass in his hand, his sharp eyes observing the crowd below. Five years ago, this life had been unthinkable to him. A fantasy. A mirage that existed only in movies or dreams. Back then, he was just another struggling college student—working long shifts at a fast-food chain, scraping coins to pay tuition, sacrificing sleep, dr