Duke Dennis Short Novels & Stories

he replied sarcastically. Angelito huffs a heavy breath. “You moron, sit down.” Dennis grins and winks at Denver for helping him out. Euphoria is gleaming in his eyes when looking at him. “You’re charisma is so potent, Denver. I don’t know for how long he wants me to stand….” Dennis continues to annoy the Don. Angelito slams the table. Some coffee escape from the glass… a total silence covers the apartment. “State your purpose…. I am sleeping and you brag inside without my permission to go inside! Now, you’re insulting me, huh Dennis?” His eyes glare so terrifyingly.

Eyes tightly closed, I just waiting for the pain to end. I smelled him as he slammed the door open. He was rooted to the spot on the floor. If anything it confirmed I looked like shit. “DESMOND THEODORE WRIGHT, FUCKING MOVE.” Even I jumped, Marcus yelling at Desmond. I also mentally made a note that if I did make it out of this to absolutely make fun of his middle name. Maybe I would start calling him Teddy from now one. The thought made me smile but my lips wouldn’t move, my bite on the towel too strong.

Was there an impending danger? By nature, the Duke was a quiet, brooding man who had not hesitated to claim her friendship however she fought. His tendency to evade questions, and pry deep into matters that were not of his concern, made Beth unsettled. He would somehow get the other person to pour out their truth, while all he would give of his were his exhalation. But Beth had to admit that at the base of her thoughts she wished a male friend to tell of the tales of men and their endless escapades, like Eric had told. She was glad the Duke was hers, and even though she doubted getting such unholy tales, she would still be entertained, wouldn't she?

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."

The next day I woke up, I am now the fiance of the Demon Duke in the Kingdom of Franche-Comte, a kingdom that believes in religion, however, it has a Demon Lord living among its people, Duke of Dubois Castle, or known as Lemon. He holds my hand tight and trails kisses to my pulse, ever since I have known that this man is a Demon who saved my life with the contract of fulfilling his desire, he frequents my room almost every night. “It is not money, and not my title as the countess, also you said that it is not my soul, what is it that you desire Duke?” he paused and those jewel red eyes looked at me intently, he climbed onto my bed and even closed the distance between us. I could feel the war

"Well, yes. That's for a human's perspective. But for us-a noble or a mythical creature as what human history says-it's natural. We can live for millennia and tens and hundreds of it, not aging. We can even enter eternal slumber if we want to. "But that's not always the case. Sometimes, one can enter a force eternal sleep if they committed a crime that is too grave beyond comprehension and the risk being known to the world is high or they took offense to the humankind that we're supposed to take care." -Cassielle Elise D. Dairen, the daughter of the duke, Clyde Estreno D. Dairen. The unknown duchess.

" he said, adding one of his pantie dropping smiles in the bargain. Ellie knew she was going to regret this, but having thought about it, she had very little money left; and unless she wanted to spend the night in a doorway, she had nowhere to go as Marsha's sister was coming home that afternoon. "Alright, we can start again, and give it one month's trial. I'm Eleanor Fox." She said, holding her hand out timidly. "Jasper Neyve, eleventh Duke of Shettleham. I would very much prefer it if you called me Jasper. We can save the formalities for senior royals. Oh and foreigners – they seem to love it too, and the last person to call me sir was a schoolboy copper trying to book me for speeding." He

He slowly uttered as a sinister smile started to reveal itself on his lips. "Yes boss, and I'm telling you, boss. She's smoking hot and she loves wearing this cowboy short shorts and shirts, with a f-ing boots on!" Duke excitedly told him. "You sure that's his daughter?" "Yes boss, I background checked your chubby guy and I accidentally trip on his family background. Him and his wife, they had a divorce 15 years ago but they had a daughter, she's age 20 and a college student at... I forgot where she'd studying but I know that she's working as a bartender in a bar called Elysium Bar, pretty creative." Duke sarcastically and laughed like a maniac.

Fresh ones show up instead. Duke Wingknight and the Havisham Heiress Linked by Shared Interests? My eyes leave the text behind. Instead, they settle on the drawings. That sharp angle along his spine catches my attention. It’s a posture I’ve never seen when we’re together. Around me, he slouches, bends forward - always too close, filling every quiet space until there’s nothing left to breathe. Yet here I stand alone. Still, his absence weighs heavy. Over at Mutual Interest, that is where he works.

Duke frowned, and his voice was filled with ice. “What else can I do? I’m doing what a proper man does with a woman. If you have something to say, make it fast. I’m busy now!” Trent said casually, “Oh yeah, Duke, you’ve been single for so many years, so I guess you must have forgotten what this feels like. I’ll send you an address. Quickly come over. Many women with big boobs and long legs are here today…” “Shut up.” Duke coldly interrupted him.