Romans & histoires Disobey The Duke If You Dare

Ana: “Yes, just trust me.” “Well, let me start crying now, cause my father’s dead.” “Who’s gonna be duke now, your Lordship?” Kllian mocked, bowing slightly. I smirked at that, the realisation of becoming the duke in my father’s stead dawning on me. I’d do things so differently, as long as I had everyone by my side. “Shut the fuck up, idiot.” I snickered. “So, your lordship, how are we going to do this? Do we call the hospital?”

But I was too stubborn to even sit, so I demanded an answer again. “Fine, fine, calm down. Geez, when did you became so stubborn and impatient?” Drew raised both his hands in the air, portraying that he surrenders. “Look, you said it yourself, you can’t go around as the duchess as it will only worsen the citizen’s picture of you. Not only do they hate you, even though they still showed respect a while ago, there’s no guaranteed that they will not spread rumors about the ‘duchess being worse than her grandfather’ if they saw you strolling around freely on the streets of the dukedom. Besides, who knows if it’s safe for you out there? I’ve heard that there’s a rebellion being formed and that as

Olivia tried to explain, but the look in the Duke's eyes made her know that he didn't believe her. “She burnt your dress, and that's why you're scarring her with a whip. If she was your sister, would you have committed this gruesome act, Olivia?” The Duke demanded an answer. And when Olivia couldn't answer, he added. “This just shows who you really are, and I do not wish to court a pretentious and deceitful girl such as yourself.” Olivia's eyes widened. And Charlotte almost fainted in that moment.

“Ryder Rowan. You have until the end of this semester. Break me. Scare me. Make me regret the day I ever stepped foot into Blackridge. Do whatever it takes to make me surrender.” A thick pause stretched between us. His hand was still around my throat. His body was still pressed to mine. Water and paint mixed on our clothes. Neither of us moved. “But,” I continued, voice low and clear, “if I survive everything you throw at me and still refuse to leave…you will kneel before the entire university and admit that for the first time in your life, you have met someone you cannot break. Someone you cannot scare. And someone you will never control.” I held his stare and delivered the final line like

A rush of resentment washed through her, and Cassy's eyes glittered as she said evenly, "I've been made to understand that spirit is not as important as obedience, your grace. If it offends you, it does not offend the duke." "I see," the dowager Duchess replied with a faint smile. "Eastland has been terrorizing you, I suppose. Only fair, you know. All young men must go through rigorous training in order to fit the role they will one day occupy. Until one learns to obey, one cannot command. My nephew has had his share of canings, I can promise you that" A satisfied gleam lit Cassy's eyes, and she said in a soft voice, "I'm grateful to know that, your grace!"

Smoke lingers on the tongue, mixed with something tighter, quieter. Down the path moves Paige, steady under the load of our child asleep in her grip. My chest holds those papers - burning, real - the kind that might change everything we know. With each footfall, the night watches back, silent. At our sides pace Alex and Gareth, fingers near steel, glancing sharp into every dark corner. “Remember,” I murmur to her, my voice low. “We are not begging for our lives. We are presenting evidence of treason. You are the Duchess of the North. Act like it.”

“Stay away from her, Pyke.” My brows cock. “The hell I will! You can’t control me anymore. Take that club. I better start from the ground if you will think I owe you because you gave me that club. I’ll stay with her no matter what.” My nostrils are flaring thinking of Camila is out of my sight. “You’ve been disobeying me lately,” he rebukes. “Because I can’t see anything I’ve done wrong!” “Lower your voice, Pyke Kennan!”

The Duke's dark mood had changed and he prayed the lust he felt was not obvious in the look he gave her. Monica leaned closer and whispered into his ear, a gesture she knew was too tempting for the young Duke, "I need your permission to take the Baron out of the hall." She remained in that position for a while, supposedly waiting for an answer. But then she realized, it seems she affected the lad more than she thought she did. He even lost his speech. Duke of Anfield swallowed hard and gasped as the lady raised herself from his crotch. And with the same swirl of hips, she moved so daringly that this time, even Jason kept looking.

"Today, you have to answer why you don't like me. What does Duke have that I don't? I have money, wealth, power, a luxurious mansion, expensive cars, bikes, unlimited Bank card, none of which Duke has. Then why are you rejecting me again and again and choosing the bastard Duke over me? I will not lose to that crippled man. That crippled man is only worthy of human sympathy, not your love. You cannot love him. He does not deserve your and your love. I am worthy of your love. I will never let you be his. I will snatch you from him and kill him brutally. Your beautiful body is made only to satisfy my physical desires. I will not let anyone touch it.

A clear look of disdain flashes across her face as she takes him in before looking towards me again. "I wonder." She murmurs, quirking her lip ever so slightly. "Enough of this ridiculous jabber." Fay Duke growls, reaching out and grabbing Gale's arm. "I won't stand here and continue to be made a fool." Once finished speaking, the fat Duke began to move, attempting to pull Gale along with him. However, as an elite fighter, she didn't move, causing the fat Duke to stumble and crash to the floor on his fat ass. "W-what?" He sputtered, looking towards Gale. "Are you and that father of yours in cahoots to make me look a fool?"