Duke Dennis Novels & Stories

Like he is always gone for 10 to 20 minutes then he comes back, she noticed this thrice since yesterday. The next ones she presented to him passed the test without any issue, she posted them and got done by her work by 2 pm. She still had 4 hours left before she could go back home. “Anushka mam?” She turned as he came looking for her, “See if a delivery guy is standing outside,” He asked as she looked ahead and nodded at him. “yes please come outside,” The next moment, the door opened and Dinesh was taking a bag from him before thanking him, He called the peon and asked him to serve all this to everyone.

“He didn’t survive.” The world tilted beneath me. “No…” I whispered. “Not Cal.” I hadn't gotten the chance to know him that well but he didn’t deserve that. None of them did. Abel ran a hand through his hair, his jaw tight. “Whoever this Dennis guy is, he’s not just clever, he’s ruthless. If he really wants Damon dead, then we can’t underestimate him for a second.” We walked in silence for a while, the crunch of gravel under our boots the only sound. It all felt like pieces of a puzzle that only made the picture blurrier.

It must have cost hundreds of millions of dollars. “Excuse me?” He walked into the locker room and I refused to walk backwards. No man was going to intimidate me—especially one I didn’t know. “You should quit and look for another job. There is no place for a whore like you here.” Suddenly, Derek appeared behind him. It started to make sense. One of them was feeding the other with malicious information about me. The reason was still unknown. “Do I know you?” I asked. He stepped closer, into my personal space to intimidate me but I refused to cower in fear. I may have been broke but I wasn’t a coward.

The only thing that I think of was what would happen to me if this picture kept on spreading. She was right Zeke always puts me into trouble and now I'm in a mess. "Oh man, I'm in a hot mess," I said. "But they were rumors that Dennis owns the anonymous account." "Who's Dennis?" She sighed, "He's a computer geek like a freak." "I don't think I know any Dennis, but I'd like to have a word with him." "Zeke would handle that, Dennis is a psychopath." "Ok..." TBC So what do you guys think about this Dennis guy and who is he working for?

Sydnee was ready to turn back and to run away when she saw the man in the backseat opened the back door and stepped out of the car. He was really familiar to her but she could not remember where she had seen him. The mysterious man walked towards where she and the driver was standing. Not long after, the man stopped right in front of her and looked deeply at her face. She waited for him to talk but five minutes later, the man was still looking at her. Sydnee was confused so she cleared her throat and grabbed the opportunity to ask first. "Who are you?" The driver who was standing aside cleared his throat. "My boss is Duke Theodore Mondragon. He is the current duke of Abatan. Show your respec

She still remembers the moment she got to know that he bought the bakery and that he is her boss, she saw in this same appearance. The black suit looked good on him, it as like the colour was specially made for him. So handsome yet so dangerous. He was Maddox Dasher, after all. Nobody knows what runs in his powerful mind, she just knows that he is fierce. "Mrs Dasher, you are sitting on my seat..." he stood there, his gazes so deep that made her heartburn. Many flames were rising inside her. "You can sit there..." she gestured to the opposite seat...the one where the clients sit.

They will experience a range of emotions, but I know which ones will weigh the most heavily on them: anguish and despair. “Watchers! Mr. Duke Dalton is a prominent architect. Call him if you need to design a new structure or your dream home,” Adrastos remarked while gazing at the camera with seriousness. “He’s not only talented in architecture, but he’s also a wonderful guy.” His facial expression soon altered, and he had a remedied smile on his lips. “Because Mr. Duke Dalton had done explaining why he wanted this boy named Derrick to die. Do you have any idea what will happen next?” he asked the live viewers with a humming tone.

"I am sorry for suddenly calling you onto our duchy but I hope you understand how dangerous our plight is." Duke Hugin said solemnly. You also understand how dangerous your plight is so why are you asking underage children to deal with it? I'm very dissatisfied with this duke. He's making it sound like we're doing something so noble when he forced us to do this. Are we just supposed to go because he called us? I'm from a ducal family too. Annoying old man.

"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.

"Connor says Duke always wanted to be president. That killing their old man was his ticket to taking control of the family, the property, everything." "That's bullshit!" Denny moved to the right side. "I've known Duke for fifteen years. He's no killer." "He buried a body," Marcus shot back. "That makes him something." The argument escalated, voices rising. Valentina watched the club tear itself apart, Connor's poison working exactly as he'd intended. "Enough!" She didn't shout, but something in her voice cut through the noise. "You want to know the truth about Duke? Fine. Here it is."