Young Duke Dennis Mga Nobela at Kwento

She turned her back, intending to return to her rooms. But his voice made her stop. "Selene." She met his eyes once more. Damian hesitated for a split second, then finally spoke in a tone she had never heard before—low and full of something she couldn't name. "I will be home before dinner." Silence followed. Jay's eyes widened in shock, and the surrounding servants exchanged bewildered glances. No one had ever heard the Duke of Leventis give such a promise before. Selene stood frozen, her heart hammering against her ribs, but her face remained a mask of calm. "I see. Travel safely."

I was amazed by my own self when I sat there on the couch, watching the boys, along with Bianca, play as a team, defeating different enemies they encountered. It was so entertaining, and the one who surprised me more with his skills was Dennis. Among the group, he was the best. And his friends always relied on his skill to get them to the finish line. "New game. This time, let's take the dungeon," Dennis had suggested to his team with a serious and focused expression, like a natural badass leader, born to be awesome. It got my cheeks turning red, as I admired my stepbrother's charm, listening to his friends chorus the word yes in agreement.

I remarked. "That is not all. The real question is, who is Dane?" The picture was replaced with a dark silhouette figure with a big red question mark. There was no doubt in my mind about Kale being the one who put the entire video presentation together. "Dane lives a double life, while presenting an image of a humble wealthy man to the world, in the other he is a brutal drug lord who runs the New York Mafia organisation and in the crime world, he is known as Dane Grayson"

"Little mouse thought she could run from us, but look at her now—spread open, begging, taking every inch like she was made for it." My toes curled as Caspian's deep octave sent shockwaves through my body. Zavian's hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing just enough to steal my breath. "Tell him how good it feels, pet. Tell him who owns this body now." *** I didn't mean to surrender to them, but I did. And one night of reckless abandon,born from heartbreak and humiliation, suddenly became my new addiction. It should have been nothing but a drunken mistake… but what happens when your biggest mistake refuses to let you go? When the men who once made you cry now make you scream their nam

Nikolai, the one that had picked us up last night raise a brow. "You don't need those," his baritone voice filled the space. He wasn't bad at all. He was just a few inches shorter than hot daddy. Strong shoulders. Built muscles. Too hot to be doing daddy duties. Just like hot daddy, but he had this playful grin to his face, unlike hot daddy, and it made him less appealing. "Please, daddy. Grant me this one. It's my Christmas wish," Sonia whined, wriggling in her seat like a child throwing a meaningless tantrum.

"Start clearing the slag from the furnace vents. Stone will tell you where to dump it." I looked at the massive, scarred man standing right beside her. He was built like a brick wall, his face hardened from years of working the underground racket. "This is the Duke's boy?" Stone's voice vibrated through my chest, thick with old resentment. "The great Gideon Ashford’s kid?" "The very one," Dalia mocked, leaning against a steel pillar. "He's a runt, though. Don't expect him to move like a real worker. Oh, and before you start barking orders, let me show you something."

Duke jumped in happiness and checked his account through his phone and that only made him squeal like a teenage girl "... earlier this noon, a group of armed men broke into a mansion in *****, witnesses said that the men entered with high caliber guns and left the mansion with many bags which was suspect to be money, but the owner of the house has not yet been reported any complaints with the authorities..." "Oh thank you so much Christmas! I'll make my mama dance with a money made skirt!" He exclaimed and runs towards his room to get a bag, he's going to withdraw some pinch of money, half to send to his family and half to buy all the foods he would want to eat just for tonight.

And she continued to surprise me with many dreadful events like the dinner, Mark's arrival and what else is stored in her sleeves, only time would tell. ***** Dinner has never been so messy, Mr Young honoured us with his presence when the evening struck at eight. He couldn't look better than now, Dressed in his casual full sleeve mint green shirt and blue jeans, hair slightly damp from the shower, his honeyed-eyed in contrast to his shirt colour - a sight to behold! And the way his dimples curved in when he talked and smiled with my Aunt. Yeah, I am a creep staring at my guest under my eyelashes.

Dennis roared with anger. John Dutch laughed with anger, "You are still a child Dennis, you can't do anything. Do you know who I am? I am a deadly Mafia and I have killed so many people with my bare hands and I don't care about doing that to my own child!". Dennis was shocked, he has seen his father murder so many men in front of him and deep down, Dennis knew that his father is brutal and can kill people without any blink of an eye. "Just know that you will regret this because I will never accept you as my father, never!" Dennis swore.

Sugary Goodness "That's not how it is supposed to work Mr. McCain. Yes... I know you had paid a large amount of money. Yes... but our girl is still free to decide. It is quite clear on the agreement sir. Let's see, how about if I set you up with a more suitable girl for you? I'm really sorry about this. Why don't you take Jaquelyn to dinner first, anyplace of your choosing all expenses are on us, as a token of our apology. Then if you deemed appropriate, she will replace your previous one? And I will take care of everything personally. Yes sir, I understand. I will set it up with Jaquelyn tonight. Thank you, sir." Damn billionaires! I finally ended his call. Mr. McCain was one of our top pay