Adventure Time Duke Novels & Stories

Especially when it involved Duke Lunnart, who was famous for being cold and indifferent, and the new Duchess from the imperial family. As if a man who had never cared about anyone had suddenly fallen deeply in love. And now the Duke had not returned to his room for the entire night. Of course the whole mansion had immediately begun creating their own stories. A few seconds later, the maid spoke again softly. “If the Duke truly became bored that quickly… then Her Grace the Duchess is really pitiful.” Enough. Creeeak— The bedroom door suddenly opened. Orla and the maid in front of her both jolted in shock, nearly dropping the laundry basket they were holding.

But just then a knock came on the door, mercifully catching the Duke’s attention, and as he turned and moved to open it Anna felt as if she’d earned a reprieve of some kind. A member of staff came in carrying a tray in one hand and a bottle in the other. He deposited the tray on the coffee table by the couch, put the bottle beside it, then left. The tray contained a selection of cheeses and crackers, two long-stemmed glasses, and a steaming cup of tea. The Duke moved over to the tray and picked up the tea. “There is champagne, of course, but I thought you might prefer something a little more calming.” He carried it over to the small table that stood next to the armchair closest to the firepl

Right on mine. Soft. Warm. Divine. Everything stopped. My brain? Gone. My knees? Vaporized. My morals? Floated away like a regret. For exactly three glorious, forbidden seconds… The Duke of Doom kissed me. Then we froze. Eyes wide. Lips hovering. He blinked. I blinked. The rain blinked. “I—” he started, pulling back an inch. “That was… accidental.” Oh. Oh, was it now? “Accidental?” I deadpanned.

She said, looking up at him in painful disbelief. Duke leaned over the doorframe and crossed his hands on his chest. “I don’t give a fuck what you think of yourself. Scram, Minsi. I do not ever wish to see you again.” Duke rasped. Minsi spared him a last glance before picking herself up and starting to walk out of the room with a shattered heart and only searing pain escorting her out.

Duke got Fiona's text soon after he coaxed Sienna to sleep. The negotiations for alliance with the neighboring pack had already ended two days ago. But when he was returning to the Forest Pack, Sienna mentioned a famous tourist spot and dragged him along. Then, she accidentally fell off a cliff. When Duke saved her, she was clinging to him, crying in fear and refusing to let go, which postponed him further. It was daybreak when the text arrived, and he frowned, worried that it would wake Sienna.

Others called it fear. Elijah was now a grown man; with a muscular body, a jawline that was sharper than a knife, long black hair, gleaming skin. He looked like a 𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙠 𝙜𝙤𝙙. The prince was every women's dream and what every men wanted to be. He looked like an angel, carved in perfection, but what lived inside him was far from holy. He walked in the castle and made his way to the venue hall. Just his presence, spread a dark aura throughout the room.

"Duke doesn't like men who hurt women. You could say it's a line that, when crossed, has him committing murder. He just got out of prison for the second time. He'll have no problem pretending your head is a pumpkin and leaving it in pieces before we go." Miles's face turns the color of boiling lobster. "I can't breathe," he gasps in a strangled voice. You would think Duke had him by the throat. "Good," Dax replies, his smile still in place. "Your smashed head won't hurt so bad if you pass out first. Knowing Duke here, though, he'll wake you up before he caves in your skull." "Please." His eyes scramble around the room looking for help that isn't there. "They never came back. Went on a call a

“Winters Corporation has finally stopped pressuring us. Kendry, you better watch yourself. Don’t offend a bigwig like that again.” Duke sat in the living room for a long time. He only realized that the night had passed when the sun rose. He had traveled all the way to Cloud City, but he had been cautious about approaching Addy. He had been afraid that he would not be able to stop himself from aggressively entering her life again. But it was fine now. His Addy had recovered. The baby would be kept a secret. He did not wish her to be immersed in negative emotions anymore. Duke stood up and changed into a lake blue suit, but he thought that he looked too mature. So, he took out a silvery-gray s