Novel & Cerita Duke Dennis

Donovan continued to read the note, his eyes scanning every word. '- I call you Papa because you have always been my provider as well as my protector. I also call you D because it feels intimate and close, a name just between us. And when I fall out of line, I call you Sir because that's your rule, and this is the part that I am most afraid of.

“Oh, please, Inez. Jaxon will never find out and if he does then what is the worst-case scenario anyway. He will probably divorce me and then I will be free to marry William.” He listened to her laughing and whoever she was talking to must have said something because the next thing he heard was his wife saying, “Trust me, William will divorce that insufferable bitch who never knows her place. I swear you have no idea how much I want to drag her by the hair and dump her to the nearest trash can if it were not for Jax.” Paris giggled again. “Plus, Paris Windsor, Duchess of Ashbourne sounds great, isn’t it? Fine, Countess of Stilton for now but not for long. Once his dad and his grandfather exp

Enoch shook his head violently. "She isn't here, she escaped!" "Duke. Name." Clamping my claws tighter, Enoch's black blood discolored my fingers. "T-the Duke that lives here?" I didn't nod; I waited for his answer. How dense could he be? “D-Duke Mortus, he lives here. Gods, please don't kill me." I growled, my fingers crushing his windpipe. His head lulled to the side, his lifeless red eyes turned black as the life left him. It wasn't enough; he would stir back to life if I didn't dispose of him properly.

David Duke looked bleakly into his cup of hot chocolate, which Blue made, as Trent seemed to be spitting nails and scribbling furiously before standing. “I’m going to nail those fuckers to a wall and throw knives at them,” he turned. “Hito, if you could do a full work up on him. I’ll run a lineage trace.” “There’s no need to,” Duke said softly. “You… know where your family is?” I asked. “The-They…. They’re dead.” Duke let out a shuddering breath. “I-I saw their bodies wh-while they were trying to get us out.”

And where was Daisy when Duke ended his life, because I’m sure if she knew he was dead she wouldn’t have brought him into the conversation in such a tactless way and if she does know, she’s obviously stupider than I initially thought she was. An unfamiliar voice shouts into the room and all chatter stops. “Duke was found dead yesterday, ridden with guilt from his connection to you and Henry. You should be ashamed of tainting his name, bringing a man of the council into such...disgraceful acts.” Silence or what I assume to be silence, but she may be speaking so quietly that I can’t hear her. But I do hear that same council member speak again, “If it wasn’t for a simple note of admission, whic

He just calmly and firmly said, “One day, I will make you hand her over to me with absolutely no worries.” Duke instantly chuckled angrily. His gaze was slightly cold as he said, “Young man, don’t gloat so much. Deal with your own troubles first before you say this.” When Duncan saw that Duke’s expression darkened slightly, he also stood forward to smooth out the situation. “Hi, Mr. Winters. I’m Duncan Craig. I’m also Everett’s older brother.” Duncan smiled faintly and said, “When my father was still alive, he said he had a good relationship with you and Mrs. Winters. Today, you and Mrs. Winters have come to help us. If you don’t mind, we would like to call you Uncle Duke.”

Dennis explained, his expression brightening. “Really?” Aleah asked, her face lighting up with excitement. She knew freshmen weren’t usually allowed to participate in mock trials—they could observe but not take part. When she enrolled in law school, she joined the same club where Dennis was the head. That was how she got to know Dennis, the top law student in the department, famous not only for his skills but also for his reputation as a playboy. He was also well-known as the pitcher and cleanup hitter for the university’s varsity baseball team. Many admired him for balancing sports and academics so well. Aleah was also aware of his past relationship with Hunter’s niece. Their breakup had be

“Duke doesn’t like men who hurt women. You could say it’s a line that, when crossed, has him committing murder. He just got out of prison for the second time. He’ll have no problem pretending your head is a pumpkin and leaving it in pieces before we go.” Miles’s face turns the color of boiling lobster. “I can’t breathe,” he gasps in a strangled voice. You would think Duke had him by the throat. “Good,” Dax replies, his smile still in place. “Your smashed head won’t hurt so bad if you pass out first. Knowing Duke here, though, he’ll wake you up before he caves in your skull.” “Please.” His eyes scramble around the room looking for help that isn’t there. “They never came back. Went on a call a

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

I wanted to know what kind of mess I had stepped into. “A long time ago, my father had a brother named Stanley Cater,” Duke began. He picked up his glass but did not drink yet. “Stanley was impulsive. He was the kind of man who acted before he thought. He fell hard for a woman named Hana. According to him, she was beautiful and ambitious. In reality, she was just ruthless.” I watched Duke’s face. The charm he had used earlier was gone. He looked tired.