Novel & Cerita Duke Dennis Smile

it's like he just left himself and focus what he's been haunting on. A knock on his office's door didn't help to calm him down. Sitting on his black swivel chair with that problematic face off, he let in whoever's knocking. The moment the door opens, it took him a while to process who's face it belongs to. "Hey, Detective. I'm still alive, luckily." Duke Hermes, wearing his usual clothing. Loose dark blue pants, his sweatshirt and... flip flops. He's wearing the brightest smile he could wear, he should've wore a yellow shirt and a sunflower headdress then everything would shine from that shining brightly teeth of his.

Prologue Duke Patrick is a 38 year old doctor, working in a National hospital.He had his first wife called Alicia who died mysteriously and Duke was framed for her wife's death.He was taken to the court.The day of his hearing, Andrew his best friend saved him from being imprisoned Due to stress and alcoholism, he was forced to stop working for a while. After a long period of loneliness, he decides to start over again, working and family because that's what he treasured most.He meets his highschool friend Amanda and falls deeply in love with her which leads to marriage.

She sat at the breakfast bar with a shocked expression, while Brenden hysterically cackled next to her as he held his sides. Tony turned to look at Dillon in the kitchen, who had the same shocked expression Kat had as he looked at the egg explosion on the floor. Dillon put a fist in front of his mouth to hide his smile, but a second later he snorted and bursted out in laughter. 'What a smile,' he thought. There was something in that smile. Something about the combination of dimples and the blue spark in his eyes just worked for him. When he matured he'd have to beat the ladies away with a stick. Dillon's smile was contagious, and Tony had found he had to fight the urge to laugh himself. He r

Uncle Duke appraised from the doorway. “For a Smithson.” Uncle Blayne jested, grinning while scratching his jaw. “Watch it, Alverson.” Uncle Duke elbowed him in the side, chuckling. “A Smithson is stronger than any Gamma.” “I was kidding, okay?” Uncle Blayne commented happily, “Give me a good ending anytime.” My throat tightened, and I couldn’t respond right away. I nodded slowly and locked my eyes on Valen’s still face. I leaned down and rested my forehead gently against his.

Maybe Duke noticed my reaction while checking on myself as I saw him slowly clench his jaw before he smirked at me. “Don’t worry. Next time, I’ll leave some.” Duke said in a husky voice before he lifted my chin. He leaned closer to kiss my forehead as he spoke to me. “For now, let’s get this business done.”

At the sofa directly facing my desk, sat the Duke of Leviathan, holding a cup of tea as he laughed another round. He was so big and bulky that he was occupying the whole sofa itself. Adjacent to him was a solo sofa chair, there sat Drew who seemed to be sharing some things with the Duke and laughed equally. Once my step echoed through the room, only then did they stop laughing and looked at my direction. “Good morning, Duke Ruther of Leviathan. And to my cousin.” I greeted with formality and confidence as I bowed my head to the Duke of Leviathan. Aside from the fact that he was a lot older than me, his dukedom was also a lot older than mine so, respect is a must.

Her eyes bllured from the tears. Unexpectedly, Duke Lancia's put a handkerchief to her hand. His big hand squeezed her, "Don't cry, Miss. People will spread the rumor that Duke Lancia make a woman cry. You don't want that happen, right?" Jenkin's head nodded quickly and used that handkerchief to wiped her tears. Even she know that Armano is using a sarcastic tone, but she can't help but nodded.

He smiled at me radiantly, making me roll my eyes again, so the rumors about him being a good indistinctive Christian guy, who probably goes home to his wife and family, says grace before dinner was also true. “Miss. Williams, you don’t really have a choice here, I am sorry, we don’t get along yet, but I am sure as the time passes you’ll be comfortable around me.” He explains with that constant annoyingly gorgeous smile on his handsome face. “I said no, get out! Do you know who I am? I am a supermodel, if I say I don’t want something, you listen to me, got it?” I snarkily bark at him but remember my mom warning me about wrinkles, so I make a straight face again.

Caitlyn flushed to her roots, feeling suddenly giddy, and took a deep sip from her water. Sensing her discomfort, immediately, Duke eased back on his intensity and flashed her the heart-stopping smile that she’d come to believe he must have been practicing since birth. The one that made her insides quiver like Jell-O. The one that made her feel like she was the most important woman in the world. In his adult life, he couldn’t remember a time that he’d ever enjoyed watching a woman eat. Perhaps that was because before this, he’d always dated women who acted more like men.

He smiles sweetly, his devil-may smile, the one that made him get away with so many atrocities in high school, and had a line of the school’s hottest whores filing his desk. I was jealous, I wished he saw me too. But I was just a shy nerd, nothing close to his type, and it's bad enough that I’m his bestie’s sister. If I’m being honest, it was the only reason I got to even see him without the angry bitches stomping over me. “Thank you,” I manage to take another step, away from him. “Did Duke persuade you to stop by?” “Actually—-” Duke speaks up in his defense and stops when the door opens and a tall, dark, yet identical figure of Zane stands by the door!