Bambi And The Duke Novels & Stories

"Guess you haven't heard the news then." Eleanor frowned. "I have been busy settling back into the country," Eleanor said. "Have I missed anything important?" "Well, I would let Violet tell you about it herself," Florence said with a meaningful smile and took another sip of her tea. Back at the arena, the polo match was over. Violet swung herself off the horse and let the stable boys take the animal back to the stable. The Duchess walked back to where her friend was waiting and noticed a new company there. It took a moment for her to recognize who it was.

"Yes, Kayler Brown lived in the house on the left, but he fell in love with Carolina Lane when she first moved here with her mother. Just like you. Well, that’s what my mom told me." "I see." So Damian lived in the house on the right, where I saw all those kids swimming. "And how old is Cristine?" "She's young, only thirteen. Damian is seventeen." I nodded, thinking I had already learned too much, just hoping Lana wouldn’t think poorly of me. "Have you seen any dangerous animals around here?" Lana hesitated a bit before answering. "No, just a few common wolves, but they’re harmless, believe me." I narrowed my eyes.

Her late best friend was right - the duke wasn’t as brilliant as they made him out to be. After giving him a moment to see the real her, her layers came back on. “Your Grace, how have you been? Oh, it’s so nice to see you taking care of Sush. I knew there was a spark between you two! You’re both so cute together, like a big ball of love just waiting to explode into little love fragments for the babies.”

"Every time he sees me, he just tries to send me away. Maybe I'm not his type." The Duke, clad only in a pair of breeches, arched a brow. He seemed to be unfazed by her beauty. "Does he have a type?" "Most of the time, yes, petite, golden blonde, blue eyes... nothing out of the world." "Ugh," she scoffed, taming her raven-black hair with her fingertips. She was a stunning, full-figured woman with dark hair. Was she the Duke's type? If he preferred tall, curvy brunettes with caramel skin and brown eyes, then I clearly didn't fit the mold, not even one bit.

Tiger said in between sucking my pussy, with his hot breath fanning my private I was finding it difficult to control myself. "Tell that to the baby amongst us," Richmond rolled and I laughed at his cuteness. I stole a glance at Duke to see his reaction but he was no longer standing there, and feeling a hand on my butt, I knew he replaced Richmond. "Talking like you are older than me for more than two minutes." Duke sneered, causing Tiger and Richmond to burst into laughter.

I said then glanced at Ducan lovingly. "I love Ducan with all my heart, that's why I can never be with another man." I whispered. "Eleanor, do you even know who Ducan really is?. Don't be fooled by his human form." He screamed loudly. "I don't care about his demon form because to me he will always be the same kind being that he is. He is also the man I choose and love." I screamed back. He widened his eyes then laughed crazily. "Oh my goodness. I came here thinking you would want me to rescue you from him, but I wouldn't have expected you to be living happy like a damn princess in this chaotic territory." He said then looked at Ducan furiously.

I already know the answer to that question, i was just hoping that it was just some kind of nightmare. "Oh dear, i'm very sorry for you loss." She sounded sincere. "I've never wanted to help them with all this slavery-related work but I've got no choice, like most of us.. I'm so sorry but i'm just doing my job here. Now, can i ask you some questions?" I calmed myself down and nodded again. "Okay, Bambi. How old are you?" "17." "Date of birth?" "24th of June 1998." She typed down all the information on her tablet.

“I’m here on assignment from the Duke to investigate the matter of the bandits that have been causing trouble for this town. I would appreciate your cooperation, Sir……” “Hermas, ma’am. I would be more than happy to cooperate” She wasn’t the only one having troubles with the bandits, his eye bags were proof that they were a big problem, even though the duke put them aside. “That’s great. Please show me the documents” Wilbur watched her display every bit of elegance as she went through the proceedings. She was befitting of her reputation in the capital, a cold impenetrable wall of elegance. The look in her eyes was one he hated the most, those cold eyes that regarded everything as beneath it.

Before Derrick could even turn around, a pair of slender arms wrapped smoothly around his neck from behind. "Duke ... I finally found you," Aira whispered, leaning in to press her soft cheek against his ear. The black-haired man flinched. Instead of feeling pleased, his anger flared. With a rough, sudden shove, he broke her embrace and spun around to face her. "Are you out of your mind?! Who allowed you to touch me in a place like this?!" Aira offered a sorrowful, fragile smile, her glassy, light purple eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "When the Duke is angry, it breaks my heart."

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