Young Duke Dennis Novels & Stories

The urn looked the same as before, but what was inside wasn't mother's ashes at all—it was protein powder! Marcus and Ryan were stunned too, both looking toward Josie. Josie immediately teared up, crying pitifully: "I'm sorry, brothers. I just couldn't bear to put the Duchess's ashes in a garbage dump, so I hid them in the basement storage. But I got too flustered and spilled the ashes. I was too scared to touch them, so... so I replaced them with protein powder. I meant well—the Duchess was so kind when she was alive, she surely wouldn't blame me."

Only certain people can meet one of the ' shadows". She was one of them. " Well, my family hated me so no matter what I chose they would have opposed me" Sera said with a sad tone that made Daniel ashamed of telling her that. He fixed his mistake by changing the topic. " Just so you know Dennis here is some kind of genius. Not only his skills as a neurosurgeon. He also founded one of his family's companies that are specialized in medical machines." Dennis's family also specialized in medicine and medical machines so most of his family are Doctors but he took the title of the best.

“Uncle Duke…” “Daddy…” Duncan and Ninian spoke at the same time. Harold, who had the least control over his composure, also walked forward. He said, “Dad, Everett’s condition…” Duke glanced at people around him, and he raised his eyebrows slightly. He indifferently said, “Why? Are you afraid that I’ll kill him?” George and Alden looked very calm. George even rolled his eyes at Harold before he indifferently said, “Hal, I never knew that you’d be so concerned about Young Master Everett.”

I am twenty and Harry is twenty-five. We are part of the Moretti-Jacksons. My momma is the heir to the DeNucci family, my dads yes you heard that right, I have more than one. One is Dante Fanucci, and he is a mafia Don and owns numerous businesses. Then you have my other dad who is Dylan Scythe Steele, who is the acting president of the Prince Of Darkness MC.

Shana said cheerfully. "It was nice. Very busy," replied Dennis, ignoring her question. He turned his attention back to Euntae. "How did the shoot go?" he asked. “Perfect, as usual," said Euntae. "Did you hear the news?" asked Dennis excitedly to Shana. “About what?" "About I'm going to Chicago. " Dennis was so excited not noticing that Shana's expression has changed. "Oh, how long will you be there?" Shana sight loudly.

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.

I clenched my jaw and walked downstairs for dinner. "This is a beautiful home, Nikola. I'm honored to be invited." Dennis stood as I approached the table. He was my contact for the clubs downtown in the less desirable areas. His brother was actually in charge of them, but he was a low life I didn't trust. Dennis had many data entry locations around the city and knew how to show respect.

I start but Richie cuts me off. "The next time, I will start with that little boy of yours, what is his name? Dante. I will skin him slowly, chop his little limbs and send them to you as boxed gifts. Imagine the look on your little wife's face when she opens a box filled with your son's chopped hands," he let out and I drop the call. "You son of a bitch. This man is an imbecile," I shout as I press the phone in my hand, looking so mad I could swear that my face was already so red.

While the Duke and Duchess of Twyford and Lord and Lady Daniel exchanged congratulations all around, Lady Hillsborough looked on in disgust. “What I want to know,” she said, when she could make herself heard once more, “is if I’m to be entirely done out of weddings, even after all my efforts to see you all in person’s mouse-trap?” “Oh, there are still two Flemings to go, so I wouldn’t give up hope,” returned her nephew, smiling down at her with transparent goodwill. “Apropos of which, has anyone seen the other two lately?”

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.