Vegas Duncan Novels & Stories

Before I could reach it, Duncan rushed forward, straightening his suit. However, the security staff stopped him about three feet away. He stood there awkwardly. "Mr. Day, you may not remember me," Duncan said quickly. "We met once at the city's Young Entrepreneurs Association event." When the man didn't react, Duncan tried again. "This might help jog your memory. I'm the Trivetts' future son-in-law." Melvin Day, the mayor, remained silent. Duncan grew anxious. "I'm talking about the Trivetts from South Mistburg. In this city, who else could possibly invite someone like you except them?"

"Is that really all this is to you?" "It has to be," Duncan said quietly, his voice dropping into a solemn tone. "For your sake." He turned away from me, walking toward the glass table to grab his phone and jacket. "Where are you going?" I asked, a sudden, cold panic seizing my chest as I watched him sling his jacket over his shoulder. "I have to travel tonight," Duncan replied without looking back at me. "A friend of mine is sick in the hospital two hours out. I need to go see him."

"Defeat is inevitable. If he doesn't want to end up in jail, he'll have to squeeze his soul dry to repay his debts. And even if he does end up in jail..." I was captivated, repeating. "Even if he ends up in jail?" Duncan replied, "I'll still make sure he pays back everything he owes you." As I prepared to step out of the car, I asked, "So how much will I need to pay for the team you're assembling for me?" Duncan also got out at that moment, the sound of the door closing muffled my voice, and it seemed he didn't hear me. As we walked side by side from the garage back to the villa's entrance, Duncan checked the time again, a habit that was clearly ingrained in him.

"I just don't want you to talk me out of it, you know? That Duncan guy is dangerous and if Magnus is associated in any way with him, that means Mom and us could be roped in too by extension. I just want to make sure he's dealt with and he only comes on this big operation every 13th." "This is a really extreme way to make sure though." Lars laughed. "Well, for what it's worth, we did the right thing. Thanks, Len." Admittedly, Len did agree they did the right thing. Duncan Penderghast's serial killings were so gruesome that he made several headlines about it. Started out by murdering his own family, Duncan branched out his shotgun infatuation into several more cases throughout United States. T

Damian didn’t move. Vega sighed, poured himself a scotch, and took a leisurely sip. “You’ve become sentimental. It’s disappointing.” “You’re mistaking love for weakness,” Damian replied coolly. “Don’t.” Vega’s eyes gleamed. “Love. A dangerous thing for a man like you.” Damian said nothing. Vega continued, swirling the ice in his glass. “I want Cavendish Hotels. You knew that already.” Damian’s jaw tightened. “Not happening.”

*********** Duncan knew the bastard was winning, making it sound like he could easily die if things get ugly was all he needed to sway her, and the fact he was just coming out of the hospital only made his point even more valid. He was really really conniving but Duncan knew he should not allow it. True, one of Duncan’s l conviction to pursue this head on and not relent is the fact he killed Candace and others, it is very person to him but apart from that he knew letting him just got scot gree was plain wrong

Duncan, who had been thinking on how to get some investors before weekend, didn't waste time as he began to regale Tom with tales of how he could win his money back twice. "Others have done it. And you can do it too and join them in winning big." He said, ending on that note. "I'll keep that in mind." Tom said, confirming his suspicions that Duncan was working for Adam. "I'll keep it in mind." He repeated, stroking his fake beards. ~ Hospital

Duncan’s gaze turned steely, laced with contempt. "You thought wrong. Your only purpose is to carry a child. In return, I’ll give you ten million dollars and your freedom once the child is born. Since you clearly don’t understand the contract you signed, feel free to use the computer. Your father told me you were a virgin, he didn’t mention you were clueless, too," Duncan said, his words sharp as ice. I clenched my fists, swallowing the sting as his words hit deep.

“That was when he was celibate.” Alpha Conner grunted in frustration as he couldn’t grasp what the two were getting at. Valentine took a deep breath, putting on her calmest face before looking at her father straight in the eye. “Everyone knows the reason Duncan visited Moon Peak was because he needed advice from the priestess about the witch’s niece.” She states. “Your point?” Alpha Conner murmured, leaning back in his chair, piecing out some things in his mind. “Something must have happened along the way that triggered him to break his oath, so he ended up going to the rut rave to quench his heat, thinking no one would find out since he was already there.”

he said, his voice softening, the warmth in his gaze momentarily melting the tension between them. Exiting the gym, the cool evening air enveloped them, a welcome relief from the intense energy of their workout. Donovan suggested they go to Dazzle Bar, the place where their story began, where he'd boldly declared her his girlfriend against her protests. Sitting in the dimly lit ambiance of the Dazzle Bar, Boma fiddled with her drink, her thoughts consumed by the gnawing worry for her own safety on campus. Summoning her courage, she turned to Donovan, her voice hesitant yet determined. "Donovan, I've been feeling uneasy about my safety on campus. Your enemies-"