A Lady For A Duke Novels & Stories

"I was only following orders, Grand Duke." "Then I’m ordering you to answer me." "Hmph! You aren't my master." A heavy hush choked the room, broken only by the steady drip of water from an archaic pipe. Kaelus was just about to draw the dagger from his waist when a raw, cracking voice broke the deadlock from the end of the row. "Lancaster," the man on the far right whispered, his voice trembling. "The Duke took the lady to Lancaster." "Shut your mouth, damn it!" the scarred knight barked in a fury, suddenly lunging to kick his treacherous comrade. "The Duke will—"

"I was tasked to ready the yacht for Mr. Myers and you.” “Is that so? I must say, thank you!” ‘A Lycan Lord.’ I heard Duke’s voice mind linking me and I was left looking at Dame with surprise and amusement inside me even though my face was emotionless as I looked at him. “Let’s go!” Duke interrupted my thoughts and before I could even say anything to Dame, I already felt Duke pulling me towards the yacht as if he doesn’t want to let me go until he makes sure that we were riding the yacht.

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.

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

He rebuked when he sniffed the paper. “Duchess Calliope, woman fluent in eight languages and comes from a noble house situated in the hills of Milena. Her family is notorious for possessing a numerous army. One who may speak to her, agrees to be charmed by her…” He opened the third one. “Lady Diene…” “Baroness Itzel…” “Princess Arlet…” "Lady Seline..." “Duchess Katrina…” He read her seven letters and finally turned to her with a baffled expression on his face.

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.

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."

A few women came up to her, starting up a conversation with her. " You're the lucky one, aren't you?" One of them said. Serena smiled, feeling a bit wary " I really wouldn't say that." She replied. " I'm Lady Lucinda, daughter to the Duke of Leinswick" she said, curtseying. Serena did the same. " Back to what I was saying, you really are the lucky one. I have tried so many times to get his attendance but not once did he look my way. I can see why he chose you though, you're one of the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.

The golden chandeliers cast their warm glow over the assembled nobility, creating the illusion of a perfect world-a world of wealth, refinement, and carefully crafted masks. At the center of it all stood Lady Victoria Windsor, Duchess of Sussex, adorned in an emerald silk gown that clung to her slender waist before cascading to the floor in shimmering waves. Diamonds sparkled at her neck and ears, but it was her sharp hazel eyes and confident smile that held the true power. She was untouchable, unshakable-at least on the surface. Beside her, Lady Catherine Markham, her dearest friend and confidante, sipped from a glass of champagne, her sapphire gown scandalously low-cut. Her auburn hair glo