Back At The Barnyard Duke Novels & Stories

The next day I woke up, I am now the fiance of the Demon Duke in the Kingdom of Franche-Comte, a kingdom that believes in religion, however, it has a Demon Lord living among its people, Duke of Dubois Castle, or known as Lemon. He holds my hand tight and trails kisses to my pulse, ever since I have known that this man is a Demon who saved my life with the contract of fulfilling his desire, he frequents my room almost every night. “It is not money, and not my title as the countess, also you said that it is not my soul, what is it that you desire Duke?” he paused and those jewel red eyes looked at me intently, he climbed onto my bed and even closed the distance between us. I could feel the war

the crossbow. Greg was so stunned that he froze while taking out leftovers from the fridge, half bent over with the chilly air blasting at his face and refrigerator light shining on his forehead. It took him a moment to defrost and let the door shut as he strode to the microwave. ‘Blackfur must be proud.’ ‘But Annie is annoyed. So am I.’ ‘Well then, I’m sure you and the duchess can sort things out. Get the Lionel pup expelled and restore peace in the kindergarten. The other pups would appreciate it, I’m sure.’

If they're still in the nursery, then she's lying again. He snatched up the sat phone, voice rough, demanding. "I want a video of the two babies my wife delivered. Right now."

Rowan complimented and without waiting for a reaction, he turned to Mateo who immediately bowed understanding what he meant. He pushed his hand into the inner pocket of his brown jacket and walked towards Farrell bearing a seal in his hand. "I believe everyone recognizes this seal?" Rowan asked and Farrell looked at Mateo who smirked at him. Then with a dramatic yell, "Bow to the Duke of Kerstone!" He raised the golden seal in the sky and Farrell gulped. What was happening? Immediately, he bowed falling to his knees and his head touching the ground. The men behind Rowan fell to their knees immediately with Constance standing at their back with a gaped mouth.

“Wh-what?” “You’re not aware, are you?” Duke asks coldly. “My best friend risked his life to save you last night. He could’ve died, but he wanted to get you out of that factory no matter what. He put his life on the line for you. Just like he’s always done. And how did you repay him?” He turns away and shoves his fingers into his hair; “God, I don’t know why Bhyron keeps doing this.” He whispers to no one in particular.

The sky crackles with strange tension. Ella grips my sleeve suddenly. “Jake—” Her voice is thin. “Don’t turn around.” My blood turns to ice. But I do. There, at the torn mouth of the tent, stands Duke. Rain dripping from his cloak. Eyes bright with manic satisfaction. A slow, chilling smile spreading across his face. “Brother,” he says softly. “Did you enjoy her little… awakening?” Ella tenses in my arms. I rise, shielding her, sword in hand.

She wailed. Looking up, Cassy happened to meet the Duke's frowning gaze, and knew her moment of triumph was over too soon. He shoved the stallion's reins toward Smith and told him to take the horse back to the paddock, then strode to Cassy. "Let me see, Levington," he commanded, and she slowly took her hands away from her face. "Don't look so stricken. A broken nose might lend some masculinity to your face," the Duke said dryly, and Cassy shuddered.

Silence hung heavy for a minute, giving me a chance to slip out of the closet. Maybe I could crawl under the bed. Or maybe not, ugh! Footsteps again. Stifling a groan, I scurried back into the cramped closet, leaving the door a sliver open for eavesdropping. This Trevor fellow, unlike the Duke with his dark, brooding presence, was all sunshine and golden curls. Built smaller than the Duke, he couldn't have been much older than me. Yet, here he was, wanting to share hushed tones with the enigmatic Duke. A spark of hope ignited within me. This conversation, shrouded in secrecy, could be the key to making Lawrence happy.

Then Robert appeared, equally drunk, wielding a baseball bat. "Jesus," Valentina breathed. The two men fought. Robert swung the bat. Connor ducked, ran toward the barn. Robert followed. Minutes passed. Then Duke came running from the house—fifteen years old, skinny, terrified. He had something in his hand. A kitchen knife. "He was trying to help," Valentina realized. "Connor called him. Or he heard the fighting." Duke disappeared into the barn. More time passed. Too much time. When Duke emerged, he was alone. Covered in blood. Crying. He collapsed in the yard, curled into a ball.

she asked, her voice quieter now, more uncertain. Just a few minutes ago, she had been excited to spend the whole day with him. Now, after his silence, after the way he hadn’t even acknowledged what the worker said, her chest felt tight. Was that all last night meant to him? Was she just another ghost from his past, making the mistake of thinking she could come back and matter again? Duke finally looked at her. “We’ll head to the stables first. One of the cows gave birth early this morning—I need to check on it,” he said, nodding politely to the staff before walking ahead.