Bridgerton: The Duke And I Novels & Stories

I said, my voice surprisingly calm, “you could’ve simply said you wanted Annalisa to take over. All this talk of fire and passion... it’s getting quite theatrical, wouldn’t you say?” He raised an eyebrow, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. “Perhaps,” he conceded. “But where’s the fun in that?” I sighed, the fight momentarily draining out of me. “You’re impossible,” I muttered, collapsing back into the plush armchair. “And you, Anne,” the Duke continued, his voice softening, “are far too quick to dismiss people. This Adrian fellow… there’s something about him. A certain… spark. Perhaps he’s not everything he seems.”

” "I didn't come here to argue with you." "So why did you come here?" I demanded, flopping down on the edge of the bed. "I came here... I came here to make it better. To beg and plead for you to not end things like this. I want you, Grace, I need you. I love you." "If you love me, Duke, you need to let me go. I can't be with you. My place is here, with Alpha Theo and Paul--" Duke growled under his breath, "I swear to the Goddess, if you have jumped straight from my bed to his then--"

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

If he preferred tall, curvy brunettes with caramel skin and brown eyes, then I clearly didn't fit the mold, not even one bit. I forced myself to stop biting my nails nervously and concentrate on their conversation. "Well, I wouldn't read too much into it," I heard the Duke say to her. "You probably don't check his boxes for marriage, and that has nothing to do with your hair or skin color." "But how can he judge anything about me when he wouldn't spare a minute to talk to me? Like the last time we met, for example," she continued explaining, giving a good show of her bubble butt as she bent down to grab her panties. "I found out he was going to be at Faust Park, so I waited for him at the pa

Fitz sat on a stoop at the back with the luggage, bouncing along in the cold wind as the chill of autumn descended. Arriving at the busy town I again refused Fitz’s assistance. The crowded square instantly recognised us as the Duke and Duchess of Tarrick. We could not walk a metre in any direction without a bow of recognition, a landowner enquiring for our health. Under the central spire of Saint Peter’s church, a draughty, gothic beast of black stone and gargoyles Edmund checked his pocket watch. “Ah, there we are. The magistrates are finishing, just as I expected. Excuse me one moment my darling. Fitzy, if you could ensure she remains safe?” before hobbling away into a side building of the

I echoed "Yes humans given the cause of vanquishing all supernatural life in the world. She was finally killed by a man brave enough to sacrifice his own life to get to her and that man was me; I killed Katherine, I took her life and she had no idea at all. She was totally unprepared for this stake I drove through her heart. I still remember the look on her face, that stunning look of defeat and betrayal as she dessicated. I searched for the Duke but did not find him anywhere he was always so good at hiding, the coward." "He is not a coward; the duke is one of the bravest man I know." I countered and wondered immediately why I was defending him. I was in a precarious position but still did

she looked up at him with her eyelashes fluttering, “the Duke has me in the green room.” “The one furthest from mine!” Duchess Claire exclaimed from the other side of Eleanor, “What wonderful news! I’m sure you will enjoy his company after I retire tonight.” Beatrice’s mouth dropped open and Eleanor blinked in surprise, turning to stare at her new friend. “Do not worry about it, Eleanor. I have more than done my duty by the Duke. He had an heir and a spare before he wed me and I have given him two more boys and a girl. I have no want of more children. Since the healer's herbs don’t seem to prevent seed from taking root in me, he is free to seek his pleasure with anyone other than me.”

Duke Andrew couldn't fulfill his promise to Ariana, or protect the Sigmund Kingdom as the Duke of Alison anymore. “Your … Grace ….” When Duke Andrew heard James' voice, the light returned to those dull eyes as he tried to look up, though his body was no longer moving. Not far from his body, James was trying to crawl toward him. Every time the man advanced, a stream of blood shot out of one of his missing arms. James crawled at a very slow pace until he finally arrived in front of the Duke. “Please forgive me … Because I can't protect you or help you to keep your promise with Lady Aria.”

“It's said that seeing a Delmonte bride wearing an heirloom piece signifies the matriarch's approval. Would you say that's true?" I chuckled and narrowed my eyes at her playfully. She knew as well as I did that the Windsors guarded their family secrets heavily. “All I have to say is that I've always loved Richard's grandmother like she is my own, and I'm beyond grateful to receive her love in return. We had a great relationship long before I married Richard." She nodded at my non-answer and turned to Richard. "Could you tell us, Mr. Delmonte? What is it about Elena that made you fall for her, other than her obvious good looks?"

Mr. Bruce Murray took another sip from his champagne, ignoring the impatient look on his son's face. It had been thirty minutes since Kelvin arrived at the mansion after he was summoned by his father, yet his father had his attention pinned on a program he wasn't listening to. "Dad, are you going to keep tormenting me with silence? I have been sitting here for about half an hour and you haven't said a thing." Kelvin complained, doing his best to mask his feelings. Mr. Bruce Murray raised his champagne glass for a refill, and his male servant, Arthur, rushed towards him to fill his glasses.