Duke Dennis Novels & Stories

"Alpha, Nicholas. While I don't know him on a personal level, I do know who he is." Everyone's attention falls on my mate as Nick signals for her to carry on while my gut twists and already I have absolutely no doubt that whatever she's about to tell us next will result in me ending that prick's life. "His name is Talon Beckham. He's one of the leaders of the... pack, and unfortantly, he is my mate." Yeah, he's going to die!

Jake sat up, "what company? What's the name of this company?" "It's Moonlight Advertising, sir." "Damnit! This company again?" Jake banged the table, then stared at Donald. "Quickly, find out who their CEO is." "Sir, already found out, it's a man named Duke Sanders." Jake furrowed his brows and said, "never heard of him." Getting up from his chair, Jake was swinging his clenched fist to and from. He suddenly stopped, looked at Donald and pointing towards the door, said, "go, find out who this Duke Sanders is. I want to know everything about him, understand?"

Dennis was dumbfounded with the Duke's word . He just wished that he could pull that man's beard of his face and beat him to pulp. Everyone chuckled at the Duke's word but Dennis didn't find that word funny. He quickly took a glance at Rebecca and the girl was slowly killing herself in the midst of the people. Her mind wasn't in the meeting at all as she trembled on her seat.

Well, only for a few more days, but still it was disgusting how they eyed me as if I was the next notch above their bedpost. “Champagne?” I asked, looking at the group. “Damn, I knew you were sexy, but not that sexy. My cock is so hard right now.” He stated. I was startled when the man struck Dash forcefully at the back of his head, causing him to nearly be thrown off his chair. “Don’t be a dickhead!” He then grabbed a glass from my tray. “Dane, stop being so polite. You’re the alpha, for Christ’s sake,” he said while rubbing the back of his head.

Victoria shouted, fear overtaking her. But the Duke barely flinched, his eyes locked on the man before him, determination flickering in his gaze. “Stay back, Victoria. It’s not safe,” he ground out, his voice strained. Victoria’s mind raced as the man took another swing at the Duke, but this time, the Duke sidestepped, grabbing the man’s wrist and twisting it, forcing the knife from his hand. With a swift motion, the Duke landed a solid punch to the man’s jaw, sending him sprawling to the ground.

[Duke Dion - Level 234] [? The sheer power radiating from this man was palpable, and as I attempted to analyze him, I found myself confronted with a wall of uncertainty. It seemed that my skills were no match for those who towered over me by more than fifty levels, their true nature obscured from my prying eyes. In the wake of Duke Dion's entrance, a veritable procession of his offspring followed suit. Sons and daughters alike, each bearing the unmistakable mark of their father's lineage, filled the hall with their presence.

I had to make sure our legal put on extra details for his contract. "Adriana, whenever you're ready?" He made me snapped into reality. Fucking hell. "Sorry, Mr. Davis. Please have a seat, I just thought Drew had sent us his oldest client. But you don't look that old." I was stalling, when in reality I had known everything there was to know about him. Like the fact that he's forty-two years old and loves fitness. And if I went through his portfolio, he had a really nice junk that supports him, throughout his underwear modeling career.

Darius shouted basically every of his insult words, and Dean barely opened his mouth to speak at all. But Duke?? He was so in the middle, frustrating me the most with pretty much very deep insults. He was always so calm when he picked on me. And to worsen it all, he seemed very talented to me as well that I loved him for that. “Damn, a talented bully? Great combination–” I jumped up as I heard a voice from behind. "What part about stay away from my study room don't you get?" It belonged to Duke…speaking of the devil!

If this is what Aisha wants, then she will never succeed. Duke stood up on his chair and walked near the window glass of the office where he could see everything, those large company buildings, restaurants, cafes, pedestrians where people are busy walking through, etc. He was busy looking everywhere when his phone rang he immediately took it out of his pocket, his best friend, Cain, was calling him. “What do you want, Fuentabilla?” Duke rudely said as he answered the call. “So sweet of you, dude; you should be proud I called you.” He heard him laugh over the phone.

“W-what are you—” “Shh, Dick is here!” And this makes us choke on whatever is present in our mouths. We — Blue and me. “What the fuck, Jer! Don’t forget your manners!” Blue scolds him and he laughs. He then nudges in Blue’s left, making us look in that direction and finding Dante there.