A Lady For A Duke Novels & Stories

He said as Ducan sighed heavily. "That lady was trying hard to strike me down, did you not see that?" He asked. "We all saw, but she was trying to prove a point, not kill you," Oni answered. "She did prove it by annoying me. She knew she was going to face someone who has lived a thousand years and mastered a lot of skills, the least she could have done was play nice." He said loudly. "Ducan," I called seriously. He sighed again then moved his hand to my cheek.

Jasmin has a petite body built, not so slim nor chubby, as ample amount of flesh in her body which made it looks perfect and curvy. Inside the bedroom of Lady Butler on the main floor of the mansion, not aware of what was happening outside her room, she continued undressing. She was slightly facing the door which gave the Man at the door a good view of her. She reached back to unhooked her bra, then came off exposing her two lovely firmed breasts bouncing and proudly protruding into the wide amazed peeping tom's eyes at the door.

A voice—cool as glacier wine—cut through the velvet noise. “Enjoying the illusion, dear?” We turned. Standing a few feet away in a dress that looked like it had been sewn from crushed emeralds and other people’s misery was Duchess Gloria Wintermellon. Yes, Wintermellon. No, I couldn’t say it with a straight face either, but this woman looked like she hadn’t smiled since the last solar eclipse. Sharp cheekbones. A fan made of peacock feathers. A smile dipped in venom. She didn’t even look at me when she said, “Lady MacMayer, I suggest you remove your hand from the Duke. It’s rather unbecoming to cling to a man who is already promised.”

Aside from the fact that he was a lot older than me, his dukedom was also a lot older than mine so, respect is a must. Duke Ruther did the same, his gruff and raspy voice uttered a good morning and mentioned my title as the Duchess of the Fortess dukedom. He did bow his head, but once he stood up again, there were some difficulties in that part. “I see that you are as vibrant as ever. Although there is quite the change in you. You now bear that confidence that women I think should have, you have become strong, Milady.” Duke Ruther said as he stared at me with a smile, he stared as if he was looking at a granddaughter that he had watched grow for so many years. Smiling and uttering some thank

Lis said when she heard what Lady Sussie said. "You should join us." Wischard invited. "I… can I?" Lady Sussie asked while she looked at all of us and we smiled warmly at her. “Yes. Yes, you can since you're our friend now and if you want why don't you join us for lunch. We always eat here." I said. Lady Sussie is someone like the former Lady Audrey. She's meek because her family is poor and from a lower noble house. I don't really know much about her other than she's being bullied from time to time by those bored noble girls.

The Duchess screams as she didn't like the way the young Lady attacks her, disrespecting and disregarding her status as the Duchess of the Vermin Kingdom. Instinctively, the Duke reacts to the young Lady's assault, and he tries to pull them out of each other. But, surprisingly, Lady Berenice's strength outmatches him. "Let go of you her!" The Duke commands, trying to get Lady Berenice's attention yet Lady Berenice doesn't seem to care anymore. Never giving up, the Duke uses his strength to intercept the women's quarrel. The Duchess could feel the stingy feeling in her head as her hair is being pulled out by the young Lady's hands.

It was rare for the always well-behaved and reserved child to barge into the office without even saying hello. "Duke, would you like to dance with my sister Claire?" I wanted to do something for Claire. I was a little impulsive, but it was better than regretting doing nothing. The butler next to me quickly replied, "Miss Inette, the Duke is very busy at the moment. Please..." "Five minutes is enough, just one dance." Seeing how determined I was, the Duke sighed wearily, "She doesn't want to see me." "Did your sister say that herself?"

For with him were his wife, Lady Leubort, and his unmarried daughter, Lady Sofia. Sofia was a beautiful lady for her age, but her beauty wasn’t the only thing that had caught the widowed Dukes attention. It was her wolf, calling out to his own. With heart swelling in new found love and happiness, the Duke boldly embraced his new second chance mate, right there in front of her parents. But neither of them questioned the man’s atrocity, rather they Lord smirked to himself, as if he had gained victory over something. Perhaps he did. Because right after that encounter, the Duke was married to the lady, who had now become Duchess Sofia de Vesilios.

He inquired patiently and dutifully, making the lady realize he wasn't just made Duke because he had to be, but because he was fit for it. Back to his question, she still stuck to her decision of half-truths. Her voice grew shaky as she spoke, her eyes lost in the distance as though piecing up the memories one by one, "I suppose. I mean there was nobody else there and she had a bloody knife in her hand." The Duke's brows joined in a deep frown as those words were said. Obviously, he was hesitant on believing that, "Is it my blind trust for her or she looks too prim to kill? And her brother as a matter of fact."

“Wait.” The duke frowned as he stared at the young lady. The mysterious lady sat comfortably on the seat deemed exclusive to him. She looked so bored and helpless. She ignored the lascivious gazes being thrown at her and shook the glass of sweet wine in her hands with no care in the world. The butterfly-shaped mask stressed the sense of mystery circling her. If he would describe her, the lady looked enigmatic and unfettered.