A Lady For A Duke Novels & Stories

Letitia asked shielding her maid from the scary man's view. "I believe he would tell you himself. We should leave now if we want to enter Kerstone early." He replied instead and turned around walking ahead. "He's the Duke of Kerstone." Constance mumbled to Letitia's hearing and Mateo stopped abruptly. He sighed before he turned around to a place faced Letitia and a red faced Constance. "My lady?" He called. Letitia gulped harshly. The Duke of Kerstone? Then she was dead! "My lady?" Mateo called shaking her a little and she gasped looking up at him.

Ryan was instantly silenced, his mouth opening and closing like a fish gasping for air. I looked directly at Marcus, the man I had once thought I loved more than life itself. "Marcus, I came down here not because I can't bear to leave you, but because I wanted to say some things to your face. Things you need to hear." Marcus's eyes filled with desperate hope again. "I, Catherine Blackwood, am a Duke's daughter who was beloved and cherished from the moment I was born. But because I was blind and stupid enough to fall for you, you trampled my dignity into the dirt and let a servant lord over me like I was nothing."

I keep to the treeline, looking for anyone I can feed on. I need to get someone quickly and quietly, my father told me about compulsion but I've yet to master it so I'll have to hide a body until I can get away. I always try to pick someone who won't be missed but in a small country town that's not going to happen. I spot a woman, in a vacant paddock, passed out I assume she is drunk, I can't smell blood so she's not injured, she looks pretty, brunette with a little red dress, one shoe is missing, the other a black high heel.

" She said and walked away. I mulled over this information I had been given, the only woman the duke would buy dresses for and who could not be present because she was dead was...KATHERINE! He had been buying dresses for his dead wife but why had he stopped? And then it hit me like a blow to the chest…Nine years ago was when I had met the duke and when he had called me PRETTY.

A red dress, it is believed, can transform even the meekest and demure young lady into a strong femme fatale. I down the stairs, carrying the silver clutch purse that matched my heel. My boss was meant to go before I, and Jackson will drove me to the party while pretending to be my chauffeur, as agreed with my boss. I recall him cringing at the prospect of being my chauffeur for the evening. The boss will be accompanied by all of her security.

The lady said politely Prince you are welcome to the ocean god palace under the sea. Prince, we are glad to have you here ok? Thank you madam I responded. Then she said do you know beauty the bold bird in your mansion? I said yes I know her. The lady continued ok Beauty has said that she loves you. I smiled infectiously. The lady said we have more ladies who want to marry you, Prince Douglas. She held my hand and said Prince wait here you will go and see the ocean lord soon ok? Yes, madam, I responded. Just as she said that about twenty ladies of their type all come and bow to me.

A sharp tongue bitch deserves a man like Duke. "That's enough," Hunter called out to the Butler. "Yes, master" The Butler entered the living room. "Go and serve the dinner" Hunter ordered him. He didn't want to insult Duke for now. Johnathan had been listening to everything quietly all the time. His eyes never left from Lelia. Lelia was looking stunning in a black dress. He looked at her lustfully. I will take her away from the Duke very soon. A pretty girl like her suits me, not that crippled Duke.

'Who is this man? 'Did Lady Rose bring him here?' 'I didn't know she could be this disgusting.' 'I can't believe my eyes, Lady Rose, pretending to be pure while you are being manhandled in front of your cousin.' 'She's a slut. Shocking... Hahaha... Can't wait to tell Lilie.' 'Maybe Duke should see this, see what kind of bride he’s marrying. Wait, but they are birds of the same feather, pretending to be in love while screwing other people. '

“I thought some fresh air might help clear my head after the journey.” The servant’s eyes finally meet hers, and in their dark depths she sees something that makes her skin prickle — not loyalty, not fear, but recognition. Recognition of something she can’t name. “There is no garden this time of year, my lady,” the woman says, and her voice is softer now, almost gentle. “The Duke had it planted over with thorns after the last guest tried to escape. Said beauty was a distraction from purpose.”

The next day I woke up, I am now the fiance of the Demon Duke in the Kingdom of Franche-Comte, a kingdom that believes in religion, however, it has a Demon Lord living among its people, Duke of Dubois Castle, or known as Lemon. He holds my hand tight and trails kisses to my pulse, ever since I have known that this man is a Demon who saved my life with the contract of fulfilling his desire, he frequents my room almost every night. “It is not money, and not my title as the countess, also you said that it is not my soul, what is it that you desire Duke?” he paused and those jewel red eyes looked at me intently, he climbed onto my bed and even closed the distance between us. I could feel the war