Adventure Time Duke Novels & Stories

He always sent Xavier in his place. Duke is just like Stanley. Stanley also likes to solve all the problems himself. But when Duke's grandfather or Stanley's family sets up a blind date for him, he is forced to come to Xavier. Like Duke, Stanley also does not like girls. They both thought girls were nothing but a waste of time.

"Dukе іѕ еіghtееn, оld enough tо fіght fоr hіѕ соuntrу. Dukе lоvеѕ mе аnd we are engaged. Duke slowly gоt tо hіѕ fееt lооkіng ѕсаrеd. Hе wаѕ about ѕіx-fоur, and аbоut 200 lbѕ. Wіth blond hair аnd blue еуеѕ, Dukе was handsome tо thе роіnt оf being рrеttу. "Whаt about уоu Puke? I said, ѕlарріng his fасе. What dо уоu hаvе tо ѕау for уоurѕеlf, Puke? I sneered, mocking him.

Duke was still so quiet, but he had not shouted at me to leave yet. He walked towards a painting, it resembled a dark haired woman with a pretty smile. "Wow, she looks familiar." I admired. Duke stopped, then turned to look at me. His hair was scattered in a messy style, and his brown eyes lit up in a somewhat intense manner. It was like he had imagined I was annoying and decided to hate me already. “Did I say something wrong?” Why did I even ask? I was still supposed to hate these trio devils!

Missing him pulls at my chest like a quiet ache, though knowing he’s away brings relief. We are presented. “His Grace, Duke Noah Wingknight of the Northern Reaches, and Her Grace, the Duchess Paige.” Quiet hangs heavy. After a breath, voices rise - sharper now, buzzing with heat instead of calm. Here they arrive. Curious ones first. Then those who mean trouble. Followed by quiet plotters slipping in behind. “Duchess, we heard such tales of your… resilience in the North. How… rustic it must be.” A lady with sapphires in her hair.

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.

Prologue Duke Patrick is a 38 year old doctor, working in a National hospital.He had his first wife called Alicia who died mysteriously and Duke was framed for her wife's death.He was taken to the court.The day of his hearing, Andrew his best friend saved him from being imprisoned Due to stress and alcoholism, he was forced to stop working for a while. After a long period of loneliness, he decides to start over again, working and family because that's what he treasured most.He meets his highschool friend Amanda and falls deeply in love with her which leads to marriage.

she said with a beaming smile as she glanced through the hundred students present, there were other students expected to arrive later tomorrow and the day after, the group in front of her was the first batch of students "my name is miss vera, and I'll be showing you girls to your Domitorium, Mr duke here would be taking you, boys, to yours." She said smiling politely, besides her was the man named Duke, his appearance portrayed him to be a man in his mid-40s, he had short blonde hair and was quite bulky in structure, his appearance was also quite terrifying due to the long scar he had which stretched from his left side of his forehead to his right cheeks, matching his frightening appearance

Her mother must have told her my real name. Well, let's hope that she wouldn’t sell me out here, that she would keep her mouth shut. “My name is Duke. I am the queen’s first son. Pleased to make your acquaintance. I don’t think we have met before.” “No, we haven’t, Duke,” I answered, meeting his hand with mine in a handshake. It was a warm one, but of course he wasn’t to be trusted. From Laura's story, he was just like Adam, only without a wolf, and with magic. No wonder, they got along well, despite the age difference.

Duke stands up and opens his pants, releasing his erection. “Can I taste it?” Ada asks, whining. Duke remembers his mother and smirks. “Not a chance in hell,” he says as he shoves his dick inside her. He holds her throat as he thrusts, slightly cutting off her air supply. “He will never do this to you. I’m the only dick you will ever ride.” “Duke, your dick is amazing,” Ada moans, unable to lie. Her body is firing all her nerves. She can’t

"I am the Duke." "You?" For one long moment, utter bewilderment was writ large across her delightful countenance. For the life of her, Margaret could not use her surprise. How could this man, of all men, be the Duke? Aside from he fact he was far too young to have been a crony if her father's, the gentleman before her was unquestionably a rake. And a rake of the first order, to boot. Whether the dark-browned, harsh-featured face wig its aquiline nose and firm mouth and chin or the lazy assurance with which he had entered the room had contributed to her reading of his character, she could not have said. But the calmly arrogant way his intensely blue eyes had roved from the top of her curls al