Adventure Time The Duke Novelas e Histórias

Or was she the only friend in their friendship this whole time, and Lupa, on the other hand, wasn’t? Duke got up, looking disheveled and satisfied. He then walked over to the door, unlocked and opened it wide. The cold in his eyes returned as he looked at Minsi, disgust written all over his face. “I hereby reject you, Minsi. I will never take you as my mate and Luna! From now on, you are banished. Take your things and get out of my pack. Now!”

Duke muttered to himself. "Do as he ordered. Send the invitation card to her too" Duke said and hung up. Duke put the phone on the bed, took the mask from the table, and then wore it. He took his wand and came out of the room. When he entered the living room, he found Lelia making coffee in the kitchen. "Why are you still awake?" Duke asked Lelia. Lelia was startled a little when she suddenly heard the Duke's voice. "I am sorry. I didn't mean to startle you," Duke spoke up seeing Lelia startled.

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.

his smile deepened as his smirk grew deeper. King Fabian grinned, "I trust you my son, our plan is going well as planned, I know that you won't let me down. The kingdom of Anedo should become mine and I can't wait to see the look of shock on king Arthur's face when I take what belongs to him, he won't know when the ball hit him so bad that he will never stand up." he stared at space, his yellow teeth became obvious as he smiled widely. The young prince nodded, "You will take what you wish to possess, I promise you that" he vowed with fiery eyes.

DENZEL’S POV:- I returned to the mansion after an exhausting day at work, only to find Mr. Duke offering sweets. And sending his workers to donate food to charity too that bewildered us. “Wow, Mr. Duke looks so energetic today, I wonder what happened.” Lucas said. Turning to me to which I smirked, watching him becoming better was relieving at least. “Wow, he doesn’t look like he had a heart attack.” I chuckled when we reached and got out as well.

"It took a lot of interventions from the school and the late Duke himself to make Violet wear a skirt like everyone else." "I wouldn't have imagined that," Federick exclaimed and looked at the Duchess. Yes, she was certainly wonderfully charming and womanly, even the young lord who hardly ever paid attention to women couldn't help but admire that. With her finely-curved scarlet lips, long flowing mermaid hair and all the candor of inborn beauty, Violet could possibly be excused from any crime. The waiter finally came back with their meals. "I was one of the choir boys in my music class," Frederick continued with the conversation. "His highness loves music as you might have noticed, but that

"Now, I will tell him to get ready." Max was waiting in Duke's study room. His face beamed when he saw her entered the room, "Chili, have you done?" "Yes, Maxwee. We can go now." Duke raised his left brow. His expression became colder, and he tightens his grip on the white tea cup he was holding on, "Chili and Maxwee? What is that?" "Father, our nicknames were so cute, right? I really like it." Cecilia grin widely.

He slightly understood why both men and women feared the young duchess. She turned her back on Hayden Terrence without another word, along with Duke Alexander. “Will you be leaving now, Young Duchess?” Alexander asked on the way. “If there are no pressing matters in hand, I would like to invite the young duchess for some coffee and small talk.” Alessandra smiled. Her brother from her previous life had made sure that this world had all types of coffee. It was good for her since she liked to drink coffee more than anything else, especially as she only worked almost all day long.

His hysterical mother hugged me the moment I opened the door. This was the silly Prince's mistake! If he didn't joke about the ridiculous fairytale trope, something would not unsettle my brain like this. She led me to the Duke's room. There, his bed nailed him for almost a week. He was the male version of Sleeping Beauty. The Duchess told me to sit while they prepare refreshments. I sat on the wooden ladder-back chair on the right side of his bed. I listened to his breathing. There was no unusual about it. I also borrowed one of his hands. Looking at how our hands overlapped, it was bigger than mine.

My sister and I were both reborn on the very day the marriage pacts were to be chosen. In our previous life, she was the one who married Adrian, the Black-Armored Duke whose reputation for cold brutality struck fear into all. She endured his indifference until she was cast out and sent back to the Vere family in disgrace. I married Lucian, the White Knight, gentle and gracious as carved jade. I wore the Duchess's coronet and became the envy of all. She was consumed by jealousy, convinced I had stolen her true love. So she killed me. And so, this time around, she rushed ahead of everyone else, personally tying the white stag ribbon that represented Lucian, shoving the Black Wolf that everyone