Disobey The Duke If You Dare Novels & Stories

I almost ended up deflowering Eleanor and her crying face was still imprinted in my mind. "Did something happen master?" She asked. I dropped my hands and stood up from my throne. "Which idiot waters them?" I asked seriously. "I believe it's Ose." She answered. "Summon him!" I spat on top of my voice. She closed her eyes then slowly went down to her knees as I sat down angrily watching her call on his name three times. "You called me Ducan?" He asked immediately as he walked in. He looked happy and his damn smile said it all.

a genetic disorder that is inherited from newborns or sick people. However, the idea that the Duchess needs it raises more questions than it does in the current context, where she is tormenting a man who calls her his master. "This is the last time I'll spare your life, so you best change your ways. In addition, did you manage to secure the commodities to be traded in the Barley country?” After a moment of prolonged silence, I heard the man cry in anguish.

"How can there be any reason for you to doubt your strength? It's only unfortunate to them that they can't recognize you, that's why she can raise her voice and say such nonsense. Don't worry, I'll make them know who you are!" He turns to Lucien and the Pearsons and sneers evilly. "Since the Pearsons have gone blind after losing their properties and everything they owned, why not you do me the favor and allow me to open your eyes to the identity of the man before you? I know you all must have heard of Duke, haven't you? He–" "What is Duke?" Lucien laughs, interrupting him. "Is that the name of an animal? It does sound like one, doesn't it, my dear Brianna?"

“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.

With her trembling fingers, she placed a the glass on the table and poured some whiskey in it. The lady turned her back ready to leave but was stopped by a manly voice. "Who allowed you to leave?" She stood frozen on her place, upon hearing him. "I'm sorry your highness" She immediately apologized as she bowed down her head. Taking a sip of his drink he gazed at her shamelessly. "You seem quite young... are you new here?" The women nod her head without uttering a single word. God knows how she just wanted to leave. "Emmm" He hummed as he poured another glass full of whiskey, Drinking it in one shot. The poor lady stood there while fidgeting with her fingers. He suddenly stood up and walked t

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.

"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.

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.]