Novel & Cerita Duke Dennis Short

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.

"Dukе іѕ еіghtееn, оld enough tо fіght fоr hіѕ соuntrу. Dukе lоvеѕ mе аnd we are engaged. Duke slowly gоt tо hіѕ fееt lооkіng ѕсаrеd. Hе wаѕ about ѕіx-fоur, and аbоut 200 lbѕ. Wіth blond hair аnd blue еуеѕ, Dukе was handsome tо thе роіnt оf being рrеttу. "Whаt about уоu Puke? I said, ѕlарріng his fасе. What dо уоu hаvе tо ѕау for уоurѕеlf, Puke? I sneered, mocking him.

I pressed my forehead to hers, trying to breathe. She laughed and wrapped her arms around me. "So easy to break you." I kissed her mouth. "You did that on purpose." She grinned. "Of course I did." Later that night, I opened my email. We had listed the spare room last week, and finally someone worth reading had responded. ‘Greetings Duke, My name is Duncan Franklin. I’ll be in town through August for work. I run a one-man consultancy and prefer renting private rooms over hotels. Your location is perfect.

Duke’s pov, Ever since Vanessa called him Duke had been on edge. He didn’t expect her to call him so quickly and his heart rate went up immediately when he recognized her voice. Which was annoying because he wanted to keep his head cool and stay professional. He shouldn’t lose sight of why it was important to get close to her. The next day he dived into his work not allowing himself to think about that gorgeous woman that hit a certain nerve with him. After work, he went home, took a shower, and put on his usual cowboy boots, jeans, and a green blouse. He didn’t want to give her the impression that it was a date or something.

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.

Beta Duke said with a bow. “No worries, we’re far out. Thank you for making time for us,” Alpha Brett said. Duke. What is his Beta’s name? Dominic. “Good evening, Alpha Brett and Beta Dominic,” I said as I took a seat. “It’s great having you,” Alpha Brett said.

He brushed Aira's hand away without a single change in his expression. "The only man Aira knows is you." “Should I introduce you to my friends? Perhaps one of them might be interested in you.” Aira’s brow furrowed. She looked annoyed, but still tried to act sweet and innocent. “Why do that when the man I want is right here?” “Do you like ghosts? I don't see anyone.” “Duke… why are you pretending like this?” Derrick quickly finished the rest of the drink in one gulp. His face winced briefly at the sting of bitter lemon clashing harshly with the sweetness of honey in his throat. A soothing warmth gradually spread to his stomach, yet the churning disgust remained in his chest.

BHYRON “What did you say?” Duke growls down the line, his voice oozing with serious intensity. “You heard me. Zuri Bentham is back in New York.” A shuffle comes over the line and a corner of my lips tip in a grin when I realize that he’s pacing. Between both of us, Duke is always the calm one. While I believe in loud, fiery destruction, my best friend is a fan of cold, underground action. I have only ever seen him aggravated once — the first day he set his eyes on Zuri Bentham. The woman is barely five feet tall but she almost made my six foot four giant of a best friend lose his ever loving mind.

His name tag read “Duke.” “Car trouble, little girl?” His voice was deep and gravelly, like he’d swallowed the rumble of every engine he’d ever fixed. “Yeah… it just died,” Mia said, tugging at the hem of her tiny denim skirt. Her tight crop top showed off her full, heavy breasts and soft curves. She was a broke college sophomore, thick in all the right places, and right now she felt completely out of place. Duke looked her over slowly, eyes lingering on her thighs and the way her tits strained against the fabric. “Hop in the truck. I’ll tow it back to the shop.”

“Alright, I’ll try it for you.” “Yes!” I punched the air, then bit my lip and said, “I’m nervous.” “You’re nervous? What do you have to be nervous about? All you have to do is spread your legs. I’m the one who should be nervous.” “I know. It’s just that…well, I’ve wanted this for so long, and now I’m going to have it.” Jordan tilted his head to the side, his face showing a quizzical look. “You’ve wanted me to eat your pussy for a long time Edna?” he asked.