Bambi And The Duke Novels & Stories

With all courage I gently said, "I am Celestine Duke, the Heiress of Vamparia, please let me enter the heart of the palace." Sweat was dropping on the floor where I was standing, and the door unexpectedly opened after a few seconds, giving me shivers. The light that comes from the room has blinded my eye, and I'm reawakening my expectations, hoping that this time I won't be disappointed, and would receive a gift.

The room went quiet for a second. I could see the look of admiration and surprise on their faces. Duke smiled at me, and that was all the reassurance I needed.t. “Your hair is beautiful,” he said. “Now I understand why my uncle called you Rapunzel.” I smiled softly. “Thank you.” Later that night, Duke and I sat on a bench, facing the water. The city lights reflected across it. I scooped another spoonful of ice cream into my mouth, enjoying its simple sweetness.

someone else added incredulously. Many people now looked at Marcus and Ryan with open schadenfreude. Marcus was still on the ground, clutching his bleeding mouth, while Ryan groaned softly from where the bodyguards had left him. "I thought it was strange," announced Lord Pemberton loudly enough for everyone to hear. "The Duke clearly raised these men as future husbands for Miss Blackwood from childhood. How could the bride suddenly be someone else? Turns out some people got greedy." "Unwilling to give up the Blackwood family wealth but wanting to be with their little lover," added his wife with disgust. "The moment her mother died, they couldn't wait to let a servant step all over their mist

Was there an impending danger? By nature, the Duke was a quiet, brooding man who had not hesitated to claim her friendship however she fought. His tendency to evade questions, and pry deep into matters that were not of his concern, made Beth unsettled. He would somehow get the other person to pour out their truth, while all he would give of his were his exhalation. But Beth had to admit that at the base of her thoughts she wished a male friend to tell of the tales of men and their endless escapades, like Eric had told. She was glad the Duke was hers, and even though she doubted getting such unholy tales, she would still be entertained, wouldn't she?

The Duke calmly watches his mate fall into a blissful sleep. He came to this place for something else. Never in his wildest imagination did he think that he would run into his mate. And that too someone he knows very well. The arena is empty except for him, Roseanne and Pyodor. “Er...sir?” Pyodor begins. “About that two hundred million creds…” “Ah yes,” the Duke nods. “Send the guards away.” Pyodor motions his guards to leave while the Duke tends to his mate. He lays Roseanne tenderly on the ground as if she is as fragile as glass. His mate really is delicate and he will take good care of her.

‘H-h-her b-belly’ her voice, though in a low whisper, echoed lightly through the already deserted walls of the manor, which was now lighted by the eerie shadows the blood moon that had appeared in the sky, towering over the manor cast in the house. As if waiting to witness the birth of the monster. Somehow, words had made rounds in the manor amongst every servant and soldier about the mysterious birth, and on the same night, the blood moon appeared after so many years. It didn’t help that The Duke was also found dead not long after dinner in the store room, hanging from the rafters with his eyes popping out of his tiny head. Everyone had silently disappeared. Each returned to his own home in

This was too easy. My phone pinged. “Do you have any interest in getting your animal kink on?” Duke texted. He had an evil expression on his face and a look in his eyes that said this was a ride I wanted to take. “You’re in my world now, baby, and no one plays better than I do.”

"Duke, I'm not an ambitious man. But, that's okay. I will do what you want and help her with all I have." For some reason, Armano look satisfied. "That's better." Someone knocked the door for three times and a familiar heavy voice can be heard from behind of it, "Your Excellency, Young Miss is awake." "Call the doctor, Albert. I will be on my way." Duke said after he rose from his seat. "I understand. Please excuse me." Max followed the owner of the house, "Ah, finally! I'm relieved that she is okay." Armano stopped his movement, "After this, can you tell the Lancia's knights in the South Island to come back to the Capital?"

The bootmaker had informed Eastland that his new ward had very slender feet for a youth, and the Duke had seemed to find that irritating, too. Smith had Black saddled and ready, and was standing with him inside a railed enclosure, next to the stable. She strode toward the big black stallion with firm steps. She could see the duke from one corner of her eyes as he stood talking with Pym, the head groom, who was attired in a soft tweed jacket and felt hat. Eastland was bare headed, and the sun glided his head with a golden sheen that made her breath catch. He was really too handsome to be as arrogant and hateful as he was. And of course, he was English instead of American.

I whisper, but it comes out thin, swallowed by rain. Duke hears it. Of course he does. His silver eyes slide past Jake — just for a heartbeat — and lock on me. Hungry. Curious. Possessive in that way that makes my skin crawl. Jake sees the glance. And loses his mind. He tackles Duke so hard they both crash into the remains of the supply scaffold, wood splintering like bone. Duke laughs — breathless, delighted — rolling with the impact like it’s a game. “You feel it too, don’t you?” Duke murmurs as they struggle in the mud, claws tangling, teeth bared. “The pull. The break. The little fissure I carved in the bond.”