Young Duke Dennis Novels & Stories

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?”

"What do you think you’re playing at, clumsy fool?" Cassy stared in dismay. The table was quite wide and she would not have thought the wine would splash that far, but it apparently had. "I'm sorry, Sir," she mumbled, not quite certain what she was supposed to call Hardwick. He was the duke's cousin, and next in line of succession, but had no title of his own, so she could not recall what Sheldon had told her about addressing him. Her head began to pound with sharp fury. So much to try and remember!

Only then could he stabilize his condition properly. Chadwick did not have the courage to intrude, so he retreated to the side. Meanwhile, Jairo exclaimed, “That’s really impressive, Mr. Yarde. Northriv Swordmaniac is widely known for what he can do. “I figured he didn’t expect he would die in Greenspring when he’s out on a simple trip, right?” Chadwick agreed deeply. Soon afterward, he asked, “Mr. Hunt, who is this Mr. Denn? Will you please tell me a thing or two about him?”

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.

In a flash of desperate inspiration, Dennis shouted, "I... I came here to learn! Yes! I admire your incredible combat skills so much, sir, that I brought my useless subordinates here specifically to watch and learn! "Marcus! Isn't that right?!" Dennis smacked Marcus on the forehead. Marcus, wincing from the blow, nearly had tears in his eyes as he leaned into the mic and shouted, "Yes, yes, absolutely! Our guild leader has admired you for ages! We're purely here to learn!" Dead silence across the battlefield. The lone players stood there, jaws hanging open. Was this really the same Dennis Zepher, the tyrant who crushed anyone who defied him?

“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.”

Well, only for a few more days, but still it was disgusting how they eyed me as if I was the next notch above their bedpost. “Champagne?” I asked, looking at the group. “Damn, I knew you were sexy, but not that sexy. My cock is so hard right now.” He stated. I was startled when the man struck Dash forcefully at the back of his head, causing him to nearly be thrown off his chair. “Don’t be a dickhead!” He then grabbed a glass from my tray. “Dane, stop being so polite. You’re the alpha, for Christ’s sake,” he said while rubbing the back of his head.

James waves his hand gently towards the phone. "Oh, you're with Cheryl again. Let me say hi," Denny interjects. James just smirks slightly, "Princess, Uncle Denny wants to talk." Cheryl's laughter sounds carefree. "Sure." James slides his phone over to Denny who's already seated in front of him. "Hi, Papa James's Princess. Uncle Denny misses you." "Uncle Denny's misses can be paid with Gelato, okay?" Denny laughs. "Deal. When?"

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.