Duke Dennis Real Name Novels & Stories

“A-And sanctuary?” David went still and he looked at Duke. A few moments passed. “Who is your handler, Duke?” Duke stammered and looked between the two of us, shaking his head. “It’s not—I mean, I really—I thought we were…” I squeezed his hand. “We’re… survivors. F-Fighters.” His eyes glossed over and he dropped his head and took a shuddering breath. “H-His name is Julian… I haven’t talked to him in a while.” He shrugged. “A-After they got me in; I’ve been sort of… fending for myself.”

He smiled and stretched his hand for a handshake, “I am Duncan Mann. I'm sure you know who I am and ah, I know where exactly I am. I came looking for you.” “I don't know who you are,” I told him vaguely. “That's impossible,” the first man cut in. “How could you claim not to know Duncan Mann, the CEO of Duck Entertainment. That is impossible, Miss Martinez.” “Chill bro,” I turned to the second man. “It seems you must be his subordinate. I thought you would have introduced him as Lord Duncan, Alpha of Duck… wait, duck! You mean you are the CEO of the ducks.” Duncan was offended. He was glaring at me. I began to laugh at him now, this excited me.

His expression was indifferent, and nobody knew what he was thinking. Eilam tugged on Trent slightly before he motioned at him and said, “Alright, stop talking bullsh*t. Let’s just leave. Don’t disturb Duke’s rest.” Trent was not willing to leave. He came from a rich family and always wandered around. He either courted women or raced cars, so he had a lot of free time. His daily life was the same. Whenever he found something that interested him, he would naturally ask for the truth. “Hey, Duke, I heard from people in our circle that the person who shot you last night was Ms. Dew Daugherty,” Trent lowered his voice and said. “Is it true?”

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."

"But we know the real truth now. And that's powerful." Valentina wanted to believe him. Needed to believe him. The next day, Duke testified. He described growing up with an alcoholic father, Connor's escalating theft, the night he walked in to find Connor standing over their father's body. "Did you kill Thomas Reynolds?" Davis asked. "No." Duke's voice was clear. "I helped bury him. I took the blame. But I didn't kill him. Connor did." Whitmore's cross was vicious. He painted Duke as the violent brother, the one with a temper, the one who'd hated their father enough to want him dead.

•A MAN DECEPTION GOT DECEIVED• Living in a life full of money, money that seems not to get empty in his bank. He helped too many orphans, he started being a philanthropist, donated enough bucks on cancer patients, started a party club where famous DJ's gets to the floor, and the food that he wants. From the ugly past of Duke Hermes he left behind, he became Alexis Peterson, taking his grandfather's name and his Mother's maiden name. He's now proud of himself, taking his path alone.

Nadine glared at Janes and then she looked at Dennis and asked him, "Why did not you attend the solo singing concert of Ryan Cruz. He was waiting for you. Tell me?. He confessed his love in an interview. Was he talking about you?" Dennis did not stop munching his brunch and Nadine huffed annoyingly. James sighed weakly. He couldn't understand them. One loved to talk and poke and another liked to be silent and had indifferent personality. "Denny ! I had asked you something?", Nadine questioned him. 'Denny' - This name always reminded him of Alden. Dennis called Alden as Denny but his friends always called him Denny that sent him into the flashback of his darling, his baby Lion. His Al. ALDEN.

"I never had anything to do with you. Using your visitor's room for a sweet sex today should even be appreciated. Even your house belongs to me. It is ruled by me and this room is only ten feet farther from my palace." "What do you mean?" I asked, speaking with rough sobs. "You're not his type..." Cassandra bragged, as he held Damon's hands with a cuddle. "Haven't you heard that even your poor mom has agreed to separate you from Damon if you don't perform well in the Academy? Are you blind to see what Damon owns and controls in the entirety of Agolia?" "Well, I don't have much to say." Damon interrupted, stalking around the room with an unseemly authority. "I'm the Alpha of the Silver Sword

If Teni would easily tell on her, then she didn't see any reason why she should not do thesame. "D, I'm sorry. Yes, Teni spoke the truth but she- she has not been completely honest about other things." "What are you talking about?" "She asked me out." Boma blurted. "I don't understand." "She- swings the other way" "What do you mean?" He asked impatiently. "She's a dyke and she's been bothering me." "What?" Donovan was astounded. He paced back and forth behind her. Then he paused. He hired a female to avoid this sort of scenario. Yet, it couldn’t be avoided. This was such an irony.

Enjoy! A D O N I S - D E L L U C C I Age ✓ 31 years old Nationality✓ Italian Nickname✓ Donnie- DD Tag✓ Heir to the Dellucci empire Position✓ First grandson Parent✓ grandparents and Father Siblings✓ Ronnie Dellucci (25yrs) Behaviour✓ cold, aloof, Pokerface Relationship✓ once engaged Education ✓ All degrees cleared C A I T R O N A B A L B O A