Duke Novels & Stories

The hell I unleash on Fernandez should have him burning from the inside before I'm within a mile of his location. "My club is here for you with whatever you need," Dax says into the quiet of the room. I had no doubt the president of the Desert Crows Motorcycle Club would come to our aid. He's a good man and Madison loves Sofia, his wife, along with their twins, Macey and Jonathan. I glance at the man sitting next to Dax; him I'm not so sure of. He's Dax's new bodyguard. The man stands almost seven feet tall and looks like the Jolly Green Giant minus the green and especially minus the jolly. His name is Duke and there's something strange about him. It could als

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 enter

“So... are you ever going to tell me about you and Selene? Or do I have to keep guessing like a telenovela fan?” Duke gave a short laugh, shaking his head. "There’s really nothing to tell. I was twenty-three. Young. Stupid. Thought I had everything figured out." He leaned back and looked out at the trees. “Besides, I’ve realized there are... prettier faces here in Zambales.” Addison rolled her eyes. “Please. We all know there are plenty of beautiful women here—including me, obviously—but Selene? She’s different. There’s something about her.”

I asked as our bodies collided, mildly while he smiled and kissed my neck. “You have to understand that I’ve got a very scary wife, she’s never going to let me out on the color of the White men’s mafia. She preferred j aimed the yellow, meant for the Cosa Nostra,” Duke replied as he released himself from my grip and turned to the audience. Someone working the crowd hit a glass tumbler with his fork gently as it resounded in the air to draw our attention.

She nodded at him with a small smile before signing off her leaving time in the register. Her fingerprint was yet to be on the punch-in machine. She walked outside to take her bicycle and at the same damn moment, he came outside… And he saw her holding her bicycle and starting to walk ahead. Yes, you should be proud of the things you own but… That was not some hi-fi bicycle, it was simple, too simple to be considered. Not meeting his gaze she walked away. … “How is your father now?” Dinehs asked as her gaze went to him all of a sudden.

I glanced at Caesar who was staring at us intently then glanced back to Duke. “Are you certain?” Duke shrugged again “He won’t kill me will he?” Duke directed to Caesar and the vampire snorted “A few pints is hardly enough to put a big, strong wolf like you down. Isn’t it?” Duke looked suspicious but nodded and after a moment’s hesitation, I nodded my agreement as well.

I know exactly why he makes this call. “Hello, and no.” My attitude is very clear. “Nyx, are you sure you don’t want to join us at the party? There’re a lot more young girls here than last year.” Duke’s excited sound can be heard through the phone. Duke is only twenty, an age excited about everything, especially the mate thing. He stops at nothing helping me find my mate. “You said young girls.” I put stress on “young”. “So what? You’re also young.” Duke insists.

But just then a knock came on the door, mercifully catching the Duke’s attention, and as he turned and moved to open it Anna felt as if she’d earned a reprieve of some kind. A member of staff came in carrying a tray in one hand and a bottle in the other. He deposited the tray on the coffee table by the couch, put the bottle beside it, then left. The tray contained a selection of cheeses and crackers, two long-stemmed glasses, and a steaming cup of tea. The Duke moved over to the tray and picked up the tea. “There is champagne, of course, but I thought you might prefer something a little more calming.” He carried it over to the s

Duke lunged to catch the nearest glass, spilling half onto the floor. “Seriously?” Luke groaned, wiping champagne from his notes. “We’ve literally just finished an app launch, and you’re turning my office into a war zone?” “You’re welcome,” Duke said, proudly surveying the mess. “I call it abstract celebration art.” Kyle laughed, shaking his head. “This is just the warm-up. Tonight, boys, we hit the club. Drinks, music, women… and maybe some payback.” He cast a mischievous look at Dru and Luke.

Beside him stood Alex (now 23), typing on a transparent tablet. Standing in front of them was a sweating young Duke from Spain. "So," Jackson leaned forward. "You wish to dance with my daughter tonight?" "Si... Yes, Sir," the Duke stammered. "Alex, the file," Jackson extended his hand. "Duke Roberto," Alex read from the screen, his voice monotone. "Grade point average: C-minus. Failed math twice. Caught driving under the influence in Ibiza last summer. And his family bank account is currently... overdrawn."