Young Duke Dennis Novels & Stories

Alex thought of Old Sid, but he was a little hesitant as he did not want those workers to get into big trouble. Big Ken thought about it and said to Declan, "How about...I give Gunner Young a call?" "Gunner Young?" Declan recited the name and was suddenly shocked. "You mean Quill City’s King of the Underground, The Demon Lord?"

He smiled and stretched his hand for a handshake, “I am Duncan Mann. I'm sure you know who I am and ah, I know where exactly I am. I came looking for you.” “I don't know who you are,” I told him vaguely. “That's impossible,” the first man cut in. “How could you claim not to know Duncan Mann, the CEO of Duck Entertainment. That is impossible, Miss Martinez.” “Chill bro,” I turned to the second man. “It seems you must be his subordinate. I thought you would have introduced him as Lord Duncan, Alpha of Duck… wait, duck! You mean you are the CEO of the ducks.” Duncan was offended. He was glaring at me. I began to laugh at him now, this excited me.

In the dungeon under the roof of Babylon, an old man sat cross-legged with a haggard look on his face. This was the real master of Babylon, but once. "Senior Brother, how do you feel in this dungeon?" Dennis asked lightly. "Very good." Aldrich said coldly. "It seems that you have a lot of resentment." said Dennis with a smile. "A defeated general doesn't dare to say anything." Aldrich looked at Dennis and said with a complicated expression. “No wonder Master said that Dennis was a once-in-a-century genius in the martial arts world. Otherwise, how could he have overturned Babylon?”

Eastland regarded him coolly. "Your grace," Thomas said with a deep bow, "your steward informed me of your summon." "Sit down, Thomas," he said. The lad sank into the chair before him, wide eyes settling on the Duke while he remained at the window. "How much do you know about America?" he proceeded to ask. "Precious little," he replied. "A bit of this and that, really. Most of it came from old Dickens down the road. He lived there for half a decade."

Huh, the only cocktail he wanted was a Jagermeister and some Four X, mind you a nice bit o' smack would be cool. He'd been surprised when he'd got the letter from old Conway. His old mum had been right then he was a son of a Duke. He'd laughed all those years when she'd told him that his father would see 'im right. Nah, he wouldn't want to be a duke, just his money would do. Let high and mighty Jasper live on the bread line for a few years, see how he liked it.

Gabriel moistens his lips in anger as he points the gun at Dennis with precision. "Dennis and Sunshine! RUN!" Denver cries while he cannot move his body. Jose grabs his hair and then squeezes it so hard. They can only hear Denver's scream in pain when a gun is pointed at his jaw. "Do you think you will hunt us that quick, Denver? You're only a peasant in our eyes…. Look how pathetic your other friends are." He looks at Sunshine and Dennis with tears flowing in his eyes. The two sees how broken and helpless he is right now.

“They may be traced back to me. Use Keegan’s for now and I will make sure he is compensated.” “So, are you sending the soldier to the store?” She smiled at Dennis. He did look like one, ready for action at the drop of a hat. The nickname might just stick. I would have to text Edwin about it, plus it would be entertaining to tease the usually calm man. In all our years of working together, I had never seen Dennis lose his temper. Clement looked at Dennis and nodded. “I’m on it,” Dennis said. He stood up, fishing his keys from his pocket and striding out of the kitchen.

ELI I swore under my breath as the new girl practically fled the dining room. I had to shift my weight in my chair, trying to adjust myself for the second time that morning without my mother or wife noticing. It was pathetic. I was Eli Hawthorne. I didn't get flustered, and I certainly didn't lose control of my own body over a servant.

“Yes. Because I may have a business proposal for you.” The young man looked astounded as he met his eyes in the rearview mirror. “Okay, sir. I look forward to it.” Duke was relieved that the man didn’t turn him down. “I appreciate your audience.” “My pleasure, sir.” Duke suddenly realized that he didn’t know the man’s name. “What is your name?” “I’m Dominic.” The young man responded. “Dominic James.” “Great to meet you, Dominic.” Said, Duke. “I am Duke Anderson.”

“Heh! Little brat, you don’t deserve to know who our young master is!” One of the men stepped forward and snarled, “If you have a brain, you’d do well to scram this instant! Otherwise, don’t blame my fists for taking your life!” “Your fists? I’m afraid that you won’t be seeing them after this. She already said that I’m a marshal. How dare you act all cocky and almighty before me? Did Fish Leong¹ sing you her song ‘Courage’?” came the scathing comment of Dennis. “If you tell me your young master’s name right now, I might think of sparing your life. Otherwise, don’t blame me for what’s about to happen.”