Duke Dennis Short Novels & Stories

With his temper, the whole party would be destroyed! "Hey man, calm down. We were just dancing--" Soon, a heavy punch was launched right on his cheeks. Immediately, Donovan retaliated, his own punch being stronger that it instantly drew blood from Duke's lips! What. The. Fuck??

The hell I unleash on Fernandez should have him burning from the inside before I’m within a mile of his location. “My club is here for you with whatever you need,” Dax says into the quiet of the room. I had no doubt the president of the Desert Crows Motorcycle Club would come to our aid. He’s a good man and Madison loves Sofia, his wife, along with their twins, Macey and Jonathan. I glance at the man sitting next to Dax; him I’m not so sure of. He’s Dax’s new bodyguard. The man stands almost seven feet tall and looks like the Jolly Green Giant minus the green and especially minus the jolly. His name is Duke and there’s something strange about him. It could also be my paranoia going into over

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.”

"I took a few sips of Tequila. But... I'm sure I saw right. How about you dropping by later to confirm for yourself?" "There'll never be a need for that. I don't need to come confirm that." Dennis's voice was confident as he spoke. "Cardi can never own even a power bike all by herself, talk more of a Rolls... Duke! Get the fuck out of my phone. Call me back after taking a nap." "But Dennis I mean..." Dennis hung up with a smirk, cutting Duke off mid-sentence. To Dennis, Duke was too drunk and was saying absolute nonsense. With a sigh of relief, Dennis got up taking another sip from his wine.

Hold on, my love, I am coming for you, Aiden thought as he was riding his stallion and went after his future bride. ***** I was smiling at the person that was sitting in front of me. Duke Henderson was the crown prince from Zirconia, a little country on the south of Niapachad Island. He just arrived yesterday and I greeted him just in time when I arrived from Grea to Royal Molftus. And right now, we’re having breakfast with Niklaus, my cousin, acting as our chaperone. “So, Prince Duke—” “Please, call me Duke, Your Majesty,” he said as he was looking at me with his peculiar maroon eyes. I smiled before I dabbed my mouth as well.

"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.

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 don’t like Nanetta. “LOL!” I type back. “No worries, darlin’, I’ll be carrying, too, just in case you turn out to be Jack the Ripper or something.” Again, several minutes pass before Duke responds. I get the feeling he is more careful about choosing his words than his primordial cousin, and that’s why he takes longer to respond. “lol! sounds fair to me,” he responds at last. “look forward to meeting you.” “You, too! See you at 7!” I respond.

"That's Connor? He looks like he belongs on Wall Street, not in Riverdale." "Something's off," Denny muttered. "Guy disappears for almost two decades and suddenly shows up the day Duke gets arrested?" Valentina thought of the note in her pocket. The accusations. The warning to ask Duke about his brother. "I need to see Duke," she said. "As soon as he's released. Before dinner. Before anything else." "Valentine." Axel's hand on her arm stopped her. "Whatever Duke did or didn't do back then, whatever happened with his father—it was a long time ago. Ancient history."

* * * W I L L I A M W I N D S O R “I should not do this,” William Windsor told himself for the fifth time as he glanced at his Rolex wrapped on his wrist. This was too dangerous. Moreover, he had decided that it was time to act like a Duke and not a rascal. He should adhere to his decision and not let himself be lured back even if it was just for old time sake. Yet as he closed his eyes, he could recall the way she had stood oh so close that the shape of her unconstrained breasts under the cling of her dress was visible for everyone's eyes. When she whispered saying that it was his for the taking, how could he refuse such temptation? It was almost a sin to turn her down. His body had respon