Disobey The Duke If You Dare Novels & Stories

Duke Lancia slowly rised from his chairs and put a gold coin to the table, "This is for the soups," But Jenkin still froze to her place even after Duke left that place. Her heart beating so fast and she can't breath. If his daughter is a witch, then Duke Lancia himself is a satan! *** "But, are you sure about this, Miss? I heard South Island is.. tough," Mary said to Cecilia while they are in the carriage after buy so many books to the store. "The hardest the challenge I got, the better. I want to prove something to everyone who hated me," Cecilia said while she closed her second books about the reseach of wasteland with disappoinment.

"Then, gouge out both her eyes." "N–No, Duke! Please!" Without a shred of hesitation, the two subordinates grabbed her by the arms. "I– I was wrong! Please spare me just this once!" “Drag her out!" The woman's desperate shrieks were cut short as the heavy bedroom door slammed shut from the outside. Derrick casually refastened his shirt, acting as though he had done nothing more than discard a piece of trash. Not a single trace of regret touched his handsome features; there was only a hollow emptiness that suffocated his ego.

He shrugged suggestively once again before shaking his head dismissively with feigned fear “is a suicide mission. Both me and my duchess, we are both cowards.” “Do you think the backing of the Duke of Northington would put your mind at ease?” Danielle shouted out in an overbearing tone, irritated by the distrust and belittling of the two worms in front of her.

The Duke was the first to speak, his words loaded with authority. Duke: (angly) You can't be serious, Alexandre! This girl is not worthy of a prince. Your family is of little importance, and you are compromising the honor of our lineage! The Duke's words pierced my heart, but I didn't bow. I stood firm in my decision to love Giovanna, no matter what they said. Alexander: (calmly) With all due respect, Duke, what matters is what I feel in my heart. I can't control my feelings for her.

My cheeks grew hot for the second time that evening and I swallowed watching two grown men stare themselves down. My papa was looking for words to say to counter the duke who was still eating his meal with such relish. "Before you say what I think you are about to say, if I should hear about this lie outside of this house, I shall kill you. Now if you would excuse me, my fiancée and I will return." The duke said simply and got up holding a hand out to me.

Letitia asked shielding her maid from the scary man's view. "I believe he would tell you himself. We should leave now if we want to enter Kerstone early." He replied instead and turned around walking ahead. "He's the Duke of Kerstone." Constance mumbled to Letitia's hearing and Mateo stopped abruptly. He sighed before he turned around to a place faced Letitia and a red faced Constance. "My lady?" He called. Letitia gulped harshly. The Duke of Kerstone? Then she was dead! "My lady?" Mateo called shaking her a little and she gasped looking up at him.

She said, looking up at him in painful disbelief. Duke leaned over the doorframe and crossed his hands on his chest. “I don’t give a fuck what you think of yourself. Scram, Minsi. I do not ever wish to see you again.” Duke rasped. Minsi spared him a last glance before picking herself up and starting to walk out of the room with a shattered heart and only searing pain escorting her out.

The company was preparing to host a major client from Qamaria. So, I pulled three straight all-nighters to put together a flawless reception plan. Unfortunately, I made a critical mistake in the middle of all that work. I completely forgot about the Qamarians' restrictions regarding the consumption of pork. By the time I realized my blunder, the menu featuring roast suckling pig had already been submitted to the catering department and could no longer be recalled. I slumped at my desk, my back drenched in cold sweat. If the client took offense, not only would the $300 million contract fall through, but I'd likely also be blacklisted by the entire industry. Just as I despaired and opened

He wiped a speck of dust from his lapel. "Cover your eyes, Elara," he commanded. "Why?" I choked out. "Because I am about to ruin this suit." Three more rogues landed on the balcony. They circled us. They were huge. Foaming at the mouth. Their eyes were crazed. They held jagged knives that dripped with something green. Poison. "Kill the King!" one screamed. "The New Order rises!" Damon laughed. It was a cold, dry sound. "New Order? You are just meat."

He chuckled. "Why are you whispering?" "I don't want our child knowing what I'm about to do to you. What would they think? Ellie laughed. "They would think that you are completely disreputable. My delicious disreputable duke." The End.