Novel & Cerita Duke Dennis Smile

He smirked and came over, grabbing two of the glasses. Holding them up for me, I poured a half a glass into each of them. With the bottle down and the globe closed, I took the glass from Scott and sat down in my chair. Putting my feet up on the desk, I leaned back and took a drink. The smooth bourbon made me smile and closed my eyes. “Happy birthday, Desmond.” “More like happy birthday, old man.” He laughed. “I mean, like you said, until we can beat you, we can’t say shit.”

Well, only for a few more days, but still it was disgusting how they eyed me as if I was the next notch above their bedpost. “Champagne?” I asked, looking at the group. “Damn, I knew you were sexy, but not that sexy. My cock is so hard right now.” He stated. I was startled when the man struck Dash forcefully at the back of his head, causing him to nearly be thrown off his chair. “Don’t be a dickhead!” He then grabbed a glass from my tray. “Dane, stop being so polite. You’re the alpha, for Christ’s sake,” he said while rubbing the back of his head.

*5 years back* Derek was nibbling on a biscuit. Zane was eating an apple. "You know....I really liked Daisy",said Derek, all of a sudden "I think, by now, everyone knows that. Come on, Derek you could not have made it any more obvious",said Zane smiling "Hey you're smiling.....that's a genuine smile",said Derek, smiling too. "You haven't done that since we came here" "Well, I didn't have any reason to smile until now"

Her lips curled slightly, but it wasn't a friendly smile—it was a smile that sent shivers down your spine. "Is that what you think?" Her voice was soft, but every word felt like a needle threading through the air. Vivian faltered for a second as she trembled, but her pride kept her upright. "Yes! You are cold, unfeeling! The Duke only keeps you for your status, not for love!"

I said softly, and I meant it. The part that knew how to love and believe to be loved died a long time ago. I turned and walked inside without looking back. Duke’s cologne hit my nose before I saw him. I looked up, and there he was, smiling. Does he ever stop? Duke had this kind of smile that didn’t feel forced. The kind that made you relax without realizing it. Easy, and contagious. He was already dressed, fully ready to go out. “Sit,” he said. “Let’s have breakfast.”

he chuckles at his own words, finding it funny. Well, he has never thought about the meaning of his name...why should he? The chuckles turn into laughter. Smiles stares at him confusedly at first but later on, laughs along seeing how funny he looks when he is laughing...Derrick is a simple and good-looking guy. good looking was an understatement. He had cherry black hair and amber blue eyes, as he glanced at her through the rear-view mirror... "Always be you, Smiles... don't let anyone tell you who you have to be..." She didn't expect him to say such, like never...

" 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

"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.

I asked him, offering Daisy my hand so she could take it. “I was pissed at a criminal and—” he trailed off, not knowing if he should complete his reason. “I suppose I was a little jumpy. You should do whatever you want to do; it's your home.” She said politely, offering him a small smile. I watched his face twitch into a smile, surprising the fuck out of me. Xavier DeLuca never smiled. He had only ever smirked at people for almost a decade now. “A little?” He asked, making her giggle with a glint in her eyes I've never seen before.

he asked instinctively. Damon nodded again, a faint, knowing smile tugging at his lips. "Yeah. You didn’t realize how good your smile looks, did you?" Dean suddenly felt his face flush, his ears turning pink. He tried to maintain composure but responded defensively, "I… I’ve known for a while." Damon squinted playfully, his voice slow and teasing. "Oh? So, were you trying to charm me with that lovely smile of yours?" Dean rolled his eyes, clearly unimpressed. With a dismissive sigh, he replied, "I’m not going to answer that."