Duke Dennis Novels & Stories

"Actually, no need, if he likes you he will like you the way you are. But if you want to change your appearance it's up to you Chloe, it's your right." Chloe nodded in response, she immediately smiled a little. Maybe changing his appearance a little is fine isn't it to make the guy glance at Chloe? Chloe smiled as she looked at the nerdy girl beside her desk. With a big smile, she patted the girl on the shoulder. "Hi, can I ask you something?" said Chloe "May, ask what?" "Do you know who the man in black is?" Chloe shouted, pointing at the man. "His name is Declan Mashii Jackson, he's from business management. As far as I know he's a Dj and the woman next to him is his girlfriend. Why do you

I looked up, and my entire face lit up. Duke Williams stood there, six-foot-three of pure charisma, holding a bottle of craft IPA. He’d filled out since high school—his shoulders were broader, his arms more defined, and he’d grown a beard that filled out his jaw. He wore dark jeans and a fitted henley that showed off his physique. “Duke!” I jumped up and threw myself at him. He caught me easily, laughing as he lifted me off the ground. “Damn, girl,” he said when he set me down. “You look good. Like, really good.”

He knocked once, then again. No answer. A third time, firmer now. His chest tightened. At last, the door opened. A man stepped out—tall, composed, with the kind of presence that came from age and calm wisdom. His face bore lines of time and experience, but his eyes were kind. He looked about the same age as Duke’s father, Douglas. “Yes?” the man asked. Duke straightened. “Hi. I’m Duke Sandoval,” he said, his voice steady though his heart pounded in his ears. “I’m looking for Selene Arguelles. Is she here?”

“The biggest music record label CEO, popularly known as CEO Dante, is currently under investigation by the board of directors for fraud and embezzlement of company funds.” I froze for a minute, staring at the television in disbelief. My eyes widened as I saw his face on the screen. Dante, in a crisp black suit, walking out of his office building, with cameras flashing all around him. He didn’t speak, or even attempt to answer the reporters screaming questions at him. He just walked straight ahead with that stern unapproachable look on his face.

Ashley’s POV I woke up and didn’t see Duke on the bed, he wasn’t in the bathroom, or even in the house. That was when I remembered him telling me to turn on the TV in the morning. “My name is Daniela Austin, and today I’ve got some big and surprising news for you all. As of yesterday, we knew Santiago Alberto is the CEO of the Apex Silver Company, well, today, the real CEO of that company just revealed himself. His name is Duke Vandercage.”

The urn looked the same as before, but what was inside wasn't mother's ashes at all—it was protein powder! Marcus and Ryan were stunned too, both looking toward Josie. Josie immediately teared up, crying pitifully: "I'm sorry, brothers. I just couldn't bear to put the Duchess's ashes in a garbage dump, so I hid them in the basement storage. But I got too flustered and spilled the ashes. I was too scared to touch them, so... so I replaced them with protein powder. I meant well—the Duchess was so kind when she was alive, she surely wouldn't blame me."

I asked as our bodies collided, mildly while he smiled and kissed my neck. “You have to understand that I’ve got a very scary wife, she’s never going to let me out on the color of the White men’s mafia. She preferred j aimed the yellow, meant for the Cosa Nostra,” Duke replied as he released himself from my grip and turned to the audience. Someone working the crowd hit a glass tumbler with his fork gently as it resounded in the air to draw our attention.

There was a sickening sound of bones cracking as she crumpled to the floor, blood streaming from her nose. "Mama!" I dropped to my knees beside her motionless form. "How touching.” The voice was sharp and dripping with sarcasm. I looked up to see its owner. Lord Edric, Regent of the town after the duke and duchess’ deaths. He was also the present Duke's uncle, the monster that fed on blood. He stepped in with a frown on his face and stared down at Mama and me in disdain. Our eyes met, and his narrowed as he searched my face.

“Arianna is an only child, you have the wrong woman.” “I am Theodore Der Mandant,” he said, looking at Viktor who tensed. The man’s family was well known, and we knew that killing him would end up getting us in trouble. It wasn’t just about him being a messenger right now, it was about who HE was. “I do not make mistakes, and judging by your fumbled expression, I take it that you are well aware who I am, Alpha Dean.”