Back At The Barnyard Duke Novels & Stories

It was one of the Duke’s own guards, the one who had been stationed at the mansion’s gates. “I should have known,” the Duke muttered, his voice laced with disbelief. The man smirked, his eyes gleaming with malice. “Lord Thomas isn’t happy with you, Duke. And now, neither am I.” He leveled his gun at Victoria once more, his finger twitching on the trigger. “Give her up, and you might just get out of here alive.” The Duke took a step forward, his face hardening. “You’ll regret this.” Victoria’s mind raced as the man’s words echoed in her ears. This was it. They were trapped, cornered by one of their own. But as her gaze met the Duke’s, she saw a flicker of something else—something dangerous, s

My family was the most famous line of witches at the royal court. My sister, Lilith Seyler, was famous for her lofty principles. I was the only one who knew she was a complete fraud. When the royal marriage decree arrived at House Seyler, she shut herself in her prayer room out in the woods and refused to come out. "Duke Edmund, your wealth and your power are dust to me. A proposal from a duke is no different than a proposal from a farmhand." Then she laid out three conditions for Duke Edmund. The Duke was to build a prayer room on his estate, since she needed quiet meditation and practice with the elements to keep her magic stable. Before the wedding, the Duke was to wash in mountain spring

Duke was eventually discharged as he wished. They arrived at the Winters family’s house just in time for dinner. The kids were sitting obediently at the table, eating their dinner. When he saw them walk in, Harold put down his spoon and darted toward them. “Yeah! Mommy, you are finally back!” “Mommy, are you still going to go to the hospital tonight?” Alden asked. “Ahem!” Duke let out a loud cough. The kids’ attention finally shifted to him.

"I gave you a fair chance to catch me but you have failed. Hope you enjoyed the journey." Duke smirked, looking at Bella, then he came down from the roof. The porter approached him and said, "Sir, the work is done as you ordered us to do. That girl is gone. Now, sir, if you permit me, I want to ask the servants to clean the farm." "Yeah. Tell the workers to clean the farm now. And where is my horse," Duke asked him.

“The boss keeps a private ledger. Investors, buyers—people who order things. Women mostly. He only brings the special ones home.” “How long have you known?” I asked. My voice was flat. I felt a roar in my chest that I forced down. Panic was a worse enemy than the boys outside or Kelvin. Panic made you obvious. “Long enough,” Duke said. He knelt beside me and folded his hands over his knees. “Not meddlers’ business, Ember. But he told me once to keep her alive, earn your keep. That’s how I got out of some trouble. It’s why I cook and carry bags and don’t ask questions.”

“Il Porcellino is past the mercato on the right side.” “This’ll do, Marco. Grazie.” Sliding to the door, Duke climbed out and extended a hand to Caitlyn, pulling her with him. “Come on, woman. We’ve got a pig to visit.”

"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

“A big one. A place where women could come, feel beautiful, and learn how to take care of their hair. Braiding, styling, everything.” I smiled faintly. “But…” I shrugged. “It was just a dream or a plant that never saw the daylight.” He nodded slowly. “I see.” He stood up. “I’ll be waiting in the car. Go get dressed.”\ ******* I thought we were heading to the arena. But Duke pulled over in front of a large building instead. I looked up; a salon. Not just any salon. A big one. “My friend owns this place,” Duke said. “One of the biggest salons in New York. I already called him. He’s expecting us.”

"But I've seen you before." "Get your hands off her." "Turn around." Duke rose with his hand hovering over Kael, whose body began to shift as his bones popped and reset into human form. Duke turned his gaze toward me, a predator measuring a carcass. "Did you not hear her? Or do you need me to remove your hand for you?" Something felt off — deeper than anything I had seen in the woods — so I released her and held my hands up. "Father," I shouted, not taking my eyes off Duke. "He's a traitor. Why is he standing there?"

"People there became wild animals as soon as the music starts. That kid even drank too much, despite knowing that no one will fetch us back." "It's modern times now, Cassie," Charles chuckles. "Back in our day, that's not how we party, aren't we? We sure drink, but we still make ourselves sober." "Amanda will kill you if you went home crawling and puking your insides out from intoxication, Charlie," As they sat around the dining table, Daniel prepares the utensils. "Also, we were at war, how can you be able to aim your guns if your eyesight is seeing two?"