Duke Dennis Smile Novels & Stories

Dennis was dumbfounded with the Duke's word . He just wished that he could pull that man's beard of his face and beat him to pulp. Everyone chuckled at the Duke's word but Dennis didn't find that word funny. He quickly took a glance at Rebecca and the girl was slowly killing herself in the midst of the people. Her mind wasn't in the meeting at all as she trembled on her seat.

Tom grinned and pulled him to his feet. "If I'm not careful, you might actually break my arm." Duke flushed. "I think I have a long way to go for that." Tom leaned close, his eyes flashing as he leaned close. "You'll fix it, right?" Duke stammered. "I'd hate to interrupt," David said. "Should we go elsewhere?" Tom cackled. "As if you can talk. You reek of cinnamon sugar." He looked at me, his eyes still glowing. "And you..."

the duchess said as Jessie smiled at her. “Thank you, duchess,” she replied before the duchess smiled at her. “Just call me Becca,” the duchess said before they went to the divan and took their seats as they were waiting for the butler to come and serve the tea and scones for them.

My best friend and I. A witch and a Fae from Whisperwood. I have the blood of a Seer. My three rune bones can see a kingdom's rise and fall. She's a gold-touched Fae. Born to attract wealth. One roll of the dice in a goblin casino, and she'd empty their vault. When we were eighteen, we found a disgraced Grand Duke in the capital's slums. His stepmother had thrown him out. We saved him. She amassed his gold. I spun his fate. We helped him claw his way back to the capital. He took back his land. His scepter. The first thing he did? He asked my best friend to marry him. They had a son. A gifted heir. I grew tired of the noble squabbles. I went back to my hidden cottage in the woods. Ten years l

He bets they won't get another chance like this in their lifetime. Then Dylan's gaze unintentionally swept in Denise's direction. She looked so pleased as she looks at the two of them. Her sweet smile emphasizes her beauty even more. Ah, no wonder Ulysses fell head over heels on her. He wonders, maybe it would turn out differently if it's Denise asking Ulysses to smile at the cameras. He also wonders, if he smiles like that... maybe...

Dennis was known as a smiling devil. Although he was always friendly, cheerful, and seemingly kind, he was a shrewd and cunning person. He could be ruthless. He could plot someone’s downfall with a grin on his face. He always spoke in half-truths. Even Marcus could not tell when he was lying. Perhaps it was because he was too good at lying himself that, when Risa took Dennis’s hand and told him that she would love him and that they could take on the world together, Dennis could tell at a glance that she was lying.

She smiled at Denise while slicing the apple. Stella held back her laughter at Densie, and her mood was obviously filled with anger. She wants to play a role in Mauro’s life, but Diana destroys her strategy. Mauro ate well and did not notice the anger on Denise’s face. Because her friend was focused on Diana. Denise was forced to do Diana’s order when her friend looked at her. Somehow the annoyance she felt was reduced when the man smiled at her and thanked her. Diana quickly grabbed Mauro’s cheek and pressed his lips as she smiled at Denise.

She beamed and I didn’t want to vanquish this smile too so I went along. In the evening, I was strolling around the neighborhood to wait until Denzel arrived. The second I recognized the sound of the car as his, I immediately rushed to see only to find him taking a smoke with Lucas. He just returned from work, in his white shirt, rolled sleeves and loose tie that enhanced his enchanting features. “Hey!” Waving my hand gleefully, I came to him. He crushed the smoke, not wanting me to inhale it and flashed an aesthetic smirk.

His fingers brush my jaw, hesitant, like I might disappear if he touches too hard. Then the storm shifts. Low footfalls. Mud squelching. A slow clap. Jake’s eyes snap open. He turns. And Duke steps from the shadows of a half-collapsed neighboring tent — casual, elegant, smug, wearing the aftermath of war like a tailored suit. His long coat is drenched and torn, blood splattered across one sleeve, hair slicked back by the rain. He looks annoyingly beautiful. Deceptively calm. But his eyes— Cold. Silver.

I don't have friends - I am not sure if that is something that I should be proud of. Well, it's not like I don't try to approach my classmates or try to interact. It’s just that I have a weird smile. No, it's not the type of smile that involves weird and rotten teeth - I have perfectly white and straight teeth. You see, my smile is fatal and dangerous. Just one look at these weapons and even the ferocious growl of a mountain lion would seem harmless. If this were a comic, I would call this attack: The Killer Smile.