Young Duke Dennis Novels & Stories

“The biggest music record label CEO, popularly known as CEO Dante, is currently under investigation by the board of directors for fraud and embezzlement of company funds.” I froze for a minute, staring at the television in disbelief. My eyes widened as I saw his face on the screen. Dante, in a crisp black suit, walking out of his office building, with cameras flashing all around him. He didn’t speak, or even attempt to answer the reporters screaming questions at him. He just walked straight ahead with that stern unapproachable look on his face.

His voice was deep but gentle. Emma looked up at him. Although her new father hadn’t done anything to her, she couldn’t shake the instinctive feeling that he was dangerous—it wasn’t a conscious reaction, just her body’s natural response. Afraid her timidness would displease him, she softly said, “I’m sorry.” “How old are you this year?” Damien asked. Before Emma could answer, May jumped in, “She’s sixteen this year. Very obedient and well-mannered. You don’t have to worry about her.”

"Lies!" Dillion smirked and said, "Suit your narrative." He squeezed his shoulders, drawing the gun closer and closer to his cheek, before resting it under Durin's mandible. "You see Durin, your boss, Matrix...Diggy or whatever name you all call him, has something of mine that I wish to claim back. And I will claim it back. He stepped on my tail and now I can't let it go. Durin," He cocked the gun. "Do you remember a certain family called Dedutch? Jonas A Dedutch whom you all murdered in cold blood? With his wife and maids?"

"Who is he? Tell us about this young stud muffin." I shake my head at her. Sue is my favorite client. Her enthusiasm for life always puts me in a good mood. "His name is Daniel. Last night was actually the second time I ran into him. The first time was the night my sister died." I take a second to swallow the lump in my throat that comes up every time I think about Sarah. There's a time and a place to wallow in grief. Now is not either of those. "I was trying to figure out what formula to feed Chance, and I was a blubbering mess." The memory still stings, though not as much as it did a couple of months ago. "He has a bunch of nieces and nephews, so he helped me figure out bottles and formula