Disobey The Duke If You Dare Novels & Stories

“Talk?” “Should you break the arrangement, so shall I. I imagine I shall be able to pay for my brother to enter the Army on the back of the tales I can tell. The crippled Duke and the virgin Duchess. Or the desperate Duke? Which would you prefer me to regale the masses with? It is almost time for the Season, I shall want to practice telling the tale properly.” My heart fluttered to watch Edmund shrink beneath Fitz’s gaze. He was not swearing, raising his voice, or issuing any threats of violence, yet he was overpowering the Duke.

Just his presence, spread a dark aura throughout the room. Looking over at his parents with his dark orbs and a smirk plastered on his face, he walked up to them. The queen smiled at Her son, but he just looked at them coldly before looking over at the throne and sighing. "When are you giving me the throne? You guys are getting old, you might die any time soon" he said without showing any emotions. "You're not getting the throne. You don't deserve it, only Luciano does!" The king mumbled to Elijah.

𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘭𝘭, 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘳. "I have my reasons. I like the Maximillan duchy better. I wonder why? But now that the duke said it, magician Dashiell- I would like to know if the duke truly will hand him over to us." "I'm not going to break my word. And, if the young duchess so desires, we can make a deal with the magical contract," he said. "After all, magical contracts are unbreakable, and breaching the contract can result in death."

Vivian said knowingly, "Should we tell Princess Madeleine, Mom would be pissed if she knew, wouldn't she?" Then Duke barked at me twice. Lydia said to me menacingly, "Duke is Princess Madeleine's dog, and he is so much more than a commoner. You have to treat the Duke with the same respect as Princess Madeleine." "Maybe you should kiss Duke's toes!" " said Vivian, making eye contact with Lydia, and they both laughed. Before their laughter could cease, I stooped in silence, picked up the drool-stained orb, and laid it before Duke. Yes, I chose stoicism. Without any verbal resistance, I bowed my head at the aristocrat's sneer.

At some point she was asked for her passport and she stared at the Guard perplexed, ‘My passport? She was so pale she was grey, her eyes were red-rimmed from all the crying she had done and she was dirty, her clothes crumpled, her hair un-brushed, she looked like a lost child. The Guard thought she might be a runaway so he asked to see her passport Tash rummaged in her backpack, the only thing she had brought with her, and produced her British passport. The Guard looked shocked, the lost ‘child’ was an English Duchess and an adult, ‘I am so sorry My Lady’

"Dante, it was just a game. Truth or dare. These things happen..." "Just a game?" Dante's voice pitched higher. "Did you see the way they looked at each other? That wasn't some random dare kiss between strangers! That was... that was..." "That was what?" Rick finally spoke, his voice still irritatingly calm as he leaned back in his chair. "A kiss during a party game?" Dante's face went from red to purple. "You know exactly what that was! And don't you dare try to minimize it!" "Look, Dante," Rick said, standing up slowly, "I don't know what's got you so worked up, but the Duchess kissed me, not the other way around. It was her dare, her choice. I was just... cooperative."

Daniel “How dare she?!" I hit my hand on the desk after Mom told me about how Scarlett walked away on her. She can disrespect me but not my mother. AC STUDIO wouldn't have employed her if they didn't know that she was my fiancèe. I'm going to make sure she regrets disrespecting my mother. “What are you going to do son?" Mom asked. “Teach her a lesson. This is Windhoek and we are its rulers. She's going to get what everyone who has messed with us got,” I smirked.

he had roared at the head chef. And now Damian was bringing it to me, trying to win me over. "Get out," I said flatly. "Mother..." Damian looked at me, wounded. "Don't you want this family anymore? The duchy needs you! Father and I know we were wrong! We'll do anything to make it up to you, I'm just begging you, please don't do this to us..." I ignored him and waved to the guards outside my door. "Young Lord, it's time to leave. The Duchess needs her rest."

The day after I proposed to my fiancée, she sent me a message out of nowhere saying it was over. I called her over and over, frantic, but she hung up every time. I sent message after message, and she read every one without replying. I even went looking for her, but she was nowhere to be found. It was not until I collapsed onto the couch, completely drained and white as a sheet, that I finally saw a new social media post from her childhood friend. [Only Ellery would actually go through with it. She drew the dare to dump her fiancé cold—no explanation, nothing—and she really did it. Absolute legend!] I read it, then replied to her message: [Got it.]