Novel & Cerita Duke Dennis Smile

as I’m partially suffocated. “Calm down,” he breathes, his breath hot on my cheek. “I know you like it.” Oh god. His kiss tastes strongly of the beer that he just drank, and again, the Hot Cheetos stench is overpowering. But I try to smile because maybe this is it. Will we finally do the dirty? Duke smiles, as if reading my mind, and his hands move around my body awkwardly, as if he doesn’t know what to do with them. Then, he rubs my elbows and knees, groaning as his pelvis grinds between my legs. “You like that?” he mutters. “Shit, you’re hot, baby girl.”

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.

Denis was charming, and he even smiled as he looked at the overhead mirrors. "Thank you so much for helping. I'll tell Marra." Denis's simple smile turned into a smirk in an instant. Of course, you must tell Marra everything. I wonder how that haughty girl will deal with this. ***

Letitia asked shielding her maid from the scary man's view. "I believe he would tell you himself. We should leave now if we want to enter Kerstone early." He replied instead and turned around walking ahead. "He's the Duke of Kerstone." Constance mumbled to Letitia's hearing and Mateo stopped abruptly. He sighed before he turned around to a place faced Letitia and a red faced Constance. "My lady?" He called. Letitia gulped harshly. The Duke of Kerstone? Then she was dead! "My lady?" Mateo called shaking her a little and she gasped looking up at him.

Unused to provoking such a response, he frowned. "Who exactly, are you?" His voice, he was pleased to find, was even and his diction clear. The smile which had been hovering at the corners of those inviting lips finally came into being, disclosing a row of small pearly teeth. But instead of answering his question, the vision replied, "I was waiting for the Duke of Twyford." Her voice was low and musical. Mentally engaged in considering how to most rapidly dispense with the formalities, Felix answered automatically. "I am the Duke."

“Please forgive me … Because I can't protect you or help you to keep your promise with Lady Aria.” Duke Andrew tried to smile with difficulty. The man recalled Ariana's crying face as he left, then fell silent as his smile slowly faded. “It's not your fault. Thank you, James. For sticking with me until my last moment.” Perhaps because the blood had risen to Duke Andrew's throat, the man spat out a mouthful of blood as soon as he finished speaking. The Duke's eyes grew dimmer, as Ariana's face was the only thing he could think of at the moment of his death.

Silence hung heavy for a minute, giving me a chance to slip out of the closet. Maybe I could crawl under the bed. Or maybe not, ugh! Footsteps again. Stifling a groan, I scurried back into the cramped closet, leaving the door a sliver open for eavesdropping. This Trevor fellow, unlike the Duke with his dark, brooding presence, was all sunshine and golden curls. Built smaller than the Duke, he couldn't have been much older than me. Yet, here he was, wanting to share hushed tones with the enigmatic Duke. A spark of hope ignited within me. This conversation, shrouded in secrecy, could be the key to making Lawrence happy.

Alexander muttered and held out his cigar. "Yes, my lord. Can I ask one thing?" Cornelius asked as he lighted the head of the cigar. "Go ahead." "Does the young duchess have two black horizontal marks (-) in her eyes?" Cornelius asked. Alexander inhaled the smoke until it filled his mouth and then blew it out. "She does," he said. "It is quite strange to have two black marks in ruby eyes. But somehow, it suits her." "But Duke Albert and Lords Alessandro don't have them."

But as she neared, she saw Luca lying helplessly, while Dennis stood over him, a look of sadistic satisfaction on his face. “You will die,” Dennis sneered, his voice low and filled with venom. “Just like your father.” With that, he reached down, pulling out a dagger, its blade gleaming as he raised it high above Luca. And then—

She took the drink with a smile and takes a sip. He relaxed his hands in his pocket, and scoots closer to her, heaving a sigh. “Enjoying?” he asked. Her eyes follow his face. “I can’t say I am enjoying completely. But thanks for asking anyway.” “Why do you pretend to be fake when you aren’t? why smiling when you can’t smile from inside?”. “And who said I am not smiling from inside? You are wrong about it. I am not sad about anything. Not now anyway.” She drank the whole win in one sip.