Bambi And The Duke Novels & Stories

“You’re married already?” Maribella’s face fell a little. “How did you guess?” she demanded. “No!” moaned Amelia. “Felix, see what happens when you leave town? I won’t have it!” But her words fell on deaf ears. Too blissfully happy themselves to deny their friends the same pleasures, the Duke and his Duchess were fully engaged in wishing the new Lady Byron and her Lord all manner of felicitations. And then, of course, there was their own news to hear, and that of the Hammingtons. The next ten minutes were filled with congratulations and good wishes.

Everyone present knew that Duke Reginald possessed exceptional martial skills. With his prowess, it seemed impossible for him to have lost his balance and spilled the wine so easily. It was clear that he had deliberately damaged the painting to provoke His Highness Zachary, given Zachary's fondness for it! Zachary's anger flared up, but he kept his composure, glaring coldly at Duke Reginald as he said slowly, “This painting is a Fitzroy family treasure and a cherished work of Miss Miranda. To destroy it so casually, don’t you think it’s rather excessive, Duke Reginald?”

Both men shook their heads, and explained, ‘We’ve made our bed Duchess, we can’t go back now if it's okay with you we’ll stay here and guard you and the children.’ She hugged them both tears running down her cheeks, ‘Thank you’ Was all she said before heading up to her rooms she was exhausted but sleep would not come every part of her longed for Romero, no matter how far she ran she never stopped loving him. Her body burned for his touch and in the end she slid her fingers down into her shorts and rubbed her clit closing her eyes and imagining it was Romero touching her until she shattered into her orgasm his name on her lips.

The creature tilted its head, lips peeling away from bloody teeth in something that looked like a smile. “Run…” it rasped—voice broken, guttural, barely human. The sound of it slithered down her spine like ice water. Then the last word hissed out, sharp and deliberate— “…Bambiiii, run.” It took a second for her world to turn dark.

“If you love someone, you hold on. War, memory loss, destiny—none of it should matter.” I let my own smirk tug at the corner of my lips. “That’s awfully romantic for someone who glares at people like it’s a full-time job.” Norma leaned sideways into Anita with a dramatic whisper: “He’s trying to impress her now. Look at him pretending he’s not already wrapped around her little finger.” Duke Alaric’s eye twitched, but he said nothing. Which made it better. Eventually, the camp quieted. Knights drifted to their tents. The sky shifted from silver to deep violet, and the fire cracked lower.

I thanked the sports guy and finally caught his name: Riley Lowe. He was about to leave but hesitated at the door, rubbing the back of his neck before stepping back. "Uh... can you add me as a friend? If you ever need help, just message me." I blinked, thrown by the flush creeping up his ears, but nodded. Not long after, word got out that Sherry had fallen, too. Kenneth brought her in himself. She swept into the room, her long gown trailing behind her. Kenneth, of course, played the role of her perfect knight.

Duke Arthur and Beatrice Blanche who was sitting alone in the room were sitting quietly until it was filled with laughter of the Duke. "You are going to be the Grand Duchess of this Empire. You don't have to make a deal with me, do whatever you want!" Arthur shouted full of pride. "You don't even know me, what if I do something that can embarrass your name," Beatrice said shyly. Arthur thought the woman in front of him was very interesting. She was brave enough to make a deal with the Grand Duke while others fainted just standing in front of him but now he saw the lady being shy all of sudden.

Mimicking a tone she had likely picked up from an adult, Bambi retorted, "Aunt Niamh, can you be a bit more straightforward, like a proper adult?" Niamh's expression froze, and a flicker of unease flashed across her face. "Bambi, where did you learn to be so sharp-tongued?" Bambi lifted her handcrafted tower with care and declared firmly, "Apologize to the Celestial Crane Tower!" Feigning confidence, Niamh raised an eyebrow. "And if I don't? What can you do about it?" Bambi's almond-shaped eyes narrowed mischievously. "If you refuse to keep your word, then allow me to show you a bit of martial arts I picked up!"

However, I can't raise my hopes because white wolves are only gifted with one child in a lifetime and even that could take a long time. "Bianca." Alpha Xander said. I saw Duke breathe out relieved and so did I. But what were we thinking? That Blevine had a child or what? No, she couldn't keep such a secret. "But..." Duke's words were cut short by Alpha Xander as he asked, "She resembles your mate?" "Yes," Duke instantly agreed, while taking a second look at the girl who was now leaning comfortably against me. "Perhaps you should invite your mate before I tell you," Alpha Xander proposed but Duke was reluctant.

That hand moves immediately to his back pocket, where his gun is tucked, the impulse to just kill every single one of these men staring at Bambi just a little too tempting in this moment. But that thought – and every single other of them – are immediately wiped from Frankie’s mind when he sees why all the men are starting to make so much noise. Bambi has moved to the pole at the center of the stage and is swinging artfully around it, taking time to pose her body in the sexiest ways he’s ever seen. God, fuck, the arch of her back, the way she lets her head hang back, her mouth falling open… She is…a fucking fantasy made flesh.