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“AND HE IS A MAGIC USER HIMSELF?!” “Grayson has magic?” The Duke seemed genuinely surprised. “Yes, your grace,” Aryk interjected before Abby could start screaming again. “Your nephew is the most powerful sorcerer I’ve ever seen. I don’t even think he’s reached the limit of his power.” “Blessings of the seven gods, are you sure?” the Duke asked. “It’s kind of hard to miss when he’s healing your sister’s stab wound,” I quipped. “Or rebuilding her burnt and damaged hand,” Cat added.

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.

Of all the traits she could have linked to the Duke, she wouldn’t have guessed him a frequent guest of an establishment such as this one. "Aye," Anne nodded slowly. "He did. Must have been several years ago though. Handsome fellow like him, you don’t forget a face like that easily. He came here often, but he never stayed long. The girls and I talked, but we never found out what he came here for. Most times, he just talked with Miss Herenton down in the drawing room. Which was odd because this is the last place men would come to ‘talk’. I’ve seen a lot of men in my days, haughty aristocrats and measly beggars. I’ve seen the lot. But a man like your Duke, I’ve never seen one like him. Stone-fa

He brushed Aira's hand away without a single change in his expression. "The only man Aira knows is you." “Should I introduce you to my friends? Perhaps one of them might be interested in you.” Aira’s brow furrowed. She looked annoyed, but still tried to act sweet and innocent. “Why do that when the man I want is right here?” “Do you like ghosts? I don't see anyone.” “Duke… why are you pretending like this?” Derrick quickly finished the rest of the drink in one gulp. His face winced briefly at the sting of bitter lemon clashing harshly with the sweetness of honey in his throat. A soothing warmth gradually spread to his stomach, yet the churning disgust remained in his chest.

The Duke walks ahead, his shadow long, while murmurs twist behind me - part wonder, part warning. A gentle pressure appears there, low along the spine. His fingers settle without hurry. That touch stays quiet, certain. It fits just right behind me. A hard grip takes hold - no softness in it. Firm, sure, holding me in place like something claimed. Through the light fabric, his hand burns against me, warmth pressing deep, leaving marks without touching bare skin. Heat stays long after a moment. Near my ear, he bends low, voice quiet but body loud. Breath moves small strands of hair, tickling, breaking the stillness.

Grant Dawkins leaned against the bus stop and watched the shining glass tower block's doorway where Conway Gibbs offices were. He'd seen Jasper and Ellie walk in hand in hand about an hour ago; they couldn't be much longer surely. She was a bit of a'right that Ellie a bit too a'right to hurt. He wouldn't hurt her too much, not permanently anyhow. Maybe he should just go for Jasper. If he topped him, he would be a Duke. Grant lit another cigarette and thought about that. Would he want that, all that performance? He hardly had the right accent for a Duke, and he couldn't see himself being hoity-toity wiv a load o' toffs, having dinner parties and cocktails. Huh, the only cocktail he wanted was

“It’s rare that anyone inherits so much from their parents…. Tell that dragon boy not to slip up.” Duke scowled at him, and I laughed. We shuffled out of the building and climbed into the Escort car. I hadn’t intended to stay the night, but as soon as I entered the Blood Moon Estate, I couldn’t convince myself to leave. It certainly helped that David came flying down the stairs in nothing but a towel, still soaked from the shower. Duke and I stood in the foyer as he reached the bottom floor. His hair was plastered to his forehead, droplets clung to his sculpted chest and slipped down his chest. Steam swirled around him like a cloak, but I couldn’t tell if that was because the water on him wa

I saw in the mirror that there were two black cars following behind us and it's probably Duke's men. I glanced at his direction and I couldn't help but to compliment his features. The way Duke held the steering wheel with only his right arm while his left arm was resting in the window and supporting his chin was something that added up to his serious and cold face. But even though he looks like a cruel mafia boss right now, I would never deny that he looks so godly and drooling. Duke slowly creased his forehead before he glanced at me. I felt embarrassed after realizing that I had been staring at him for too long and Duke noticed it! I can feel my cheeks burning in embarrassment before I loo

"Do we have ibuprofen, Dad?" "For you, young lady, no." Amor sternly said to Amelia. "You better learn your lesson from drinking too much. You look like a waste when you guys returned last night. Letting you out to play in some club is a bad idea." "Mom, I'm dying from headache here, please don't scold me too much," Amelia complains. "Just take a cup of coffee, it will be gone," Andrew answers, while still looking at the papers he's studying. "Besides, you know that we don't store medicines: we use natural medicine and herbs."

Soren I watch from the front porch of the Duke's home as cars speed out of the forest and make their way into the clearing, barreling towards the Duke’s home. My arms remain crossed over my chest, impatience flooding throughout the entirety of my body. I raise an eyebrow and watch as the car skid across the damp grass beneath their tires, almost spinning out of control.