Disobey The Duke If You Dare Novels & Stories

Confessions about crushes, embarrassing stories, a ridiculous dare involving someone singing karaoke on the coffee table. Every time the bottle landed on Ethan, he chose truth. Safe. Boring. Survivable. Until Lila leaned forward with a wicked smile. “Ace,” she said sweetly. “Truth or dare?” “Truth.” She tapped her chin. “Who’s the most impossible person you could ever actually like?” Ethan’s pulse spiked. Every eye turned toward him. Including Noah’s. He swallowed. This was harmless. A joke answer. Something ridiculous. Something safe. But Noah was still looking at him. And suddenly the truth felt lodged somewhere behind Ethan’s ribs.

Ella said as she and Stephen turned to walk away when the Duke spoke up in anger stopping them from leaving. "You bitch, you are not fit to be queen you never were, your sister is and will be a better queen than you, how can you disgrace my family like this because of two peasants that don't even know their place" the Duke yelled lunging for her but he was stopped by Adrian who was holding him by the neck. Serena turned to her left, where Adrian was standing before wondering how fast he got to the Duke without her noticing. "Let me go you filthy peasant, unhand me I said" The Duke shouts got louder and louder as he struggled to free himself from Adrian hold but it was no use, Adrian's hold w

Desire burns in his eyes as he scans me from head to toe. I clear my throat and grin at him. I hate myself for what I'm about to do. But fùck it. "Truth or Dare, Damien." "Dare." His voice is husky. "I dare you to fùck me." ***

"I hate girls who disobey. You're my queen... don't make me unalive you like I do the others who talk too much." My blood runs cold. Lyra stirs... angry, rising, pushing at the edges of my skin. But I keep my face soft. My eyes lowered. My voice sweet. I can't break character. Not now. Not with him this close... this unstable... this drunk... this dangerous. The wine is working. His guard is down. His power is slipping. I just need to survive the next few breaths. And then? I'll end him. "Okay, my Lord... I'm all yours, no chase," I whisper, forcing a smile that isn't real. "Can we... go to the bed?"

"What… what do you plan to do?" The old Duke trembled and tried to break the chains in his hands. However, it was useless. Now that the Duke was there, the pressure in those shackles was stronger than before. "I will send to their death every single one of them, do you hear me?" The old man widened his eyes. He believed that the Duke would spare his family and have mercy on them on account of his life given to protect the southern barriers. However, the moment he saw Liam's eyes, he noticed coldness and cruelty.

Silence hung heavy for a minute, giving me a chance to slip out of the closet. Maybe I could crawl under the bed. Or maybe not, ugh! Footsteps again. Stifling a groan, I scurried back into the cramped closet, leaving the door a sliver open for eavesdropping. This Trevor fellow, unlike the Duke with his dark, brooding presence, was all sunshine and golden curls. Built smaller than the Duke, he couldn't have been much older than me. Yet, here he was, wanting to share hushed tones with the enigmatic Duke. A spark of hope ignited within me. This conversation, shrouded in secrecy, could be the key to making Lawrence happy.

"I am sorry for suddenly calling you onto our duchy but I hope you understand how dangerous our plight is." Duke Hugin said solemnly. You also understand how dangerous your plight is so why are you asking underage children to deal with it? I'm very dissatisfied with this duke. He's making it sound like we're doing something so noble when he forced us to do this. Are we just supposed to go because he called us? I'm from a ducal family too. Annoying old man.

When James returns with Duke Andrew later, Jimmy doubts his father will remain silent when he sees a new, unruly servant at the Alison household. “From now on, try not to answer with just a nod or a shake. Especially if it's Lady Aria or Duke Andrew who asks questions, try to reply to them with an answer as clear as possible. Then, don't wander around as long as I haven't brought you around. In this house, there are some places where the servants are allowed to enter. Lady Aria, who is kind to you, may not punish you even if you do something wrong. But His Grace, my father, and I will not stand idly by if you dare to act arbitrarily.”

"She's so cautious, as if she's terrified of disappointing the Duke. And yet the Duke... he is a wild man." Ivan took a long, steadying breath, holding back from saying anything. Vivian stopped abruptly in front of a massive painting draped in a heavy velvet shroud. She turned, a curious, playful smile on her lips. "This belongs to the Duke as well, doesn't it?" Ivan's posture stiffened instantly. "Indeed, my lady. But it would be best if you did not touch it. It is dangerous." Vivian clicked her tongue, her expression turning dismissive. "Dangerous? It's just a painting under a cloth. You expect me to believe that?"

“You aren’t breaking anyone’s heart. No one has to know that this whole thing is fake. Also, no matter what you say, they’ll assume that I get bored of you. If you want to go through with this revenge, you have to marry me. You have to be the one who tames the wild duke.” Katherine rolled her eyes. “You are not a duke yet. You’re an earl.” “True but I don’t think saying you’re the one who tames the wild ‘soon to be’ a duke sounds great.” She laughed. Damn it, even when he drove her crazy, he still managed to get her smile. “Well that isn’t just a step, that’s a leap right there,” he commented, one corner of his mouth rose and formed a charming, lopsided smile.