Disobey The Duke If You Dare 소설 & 이야기

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.

“Truth or dare, Mitch?” Dave chuckled low, Duke’s lips parted like he knew where this was headed. I bit my lip, feeling a flush creep up my caramel skin. “Dare,” I said, my voice breathy. Adele leaned forward, her tank top straining over her full tits, nipples still hard from earlier. “Alright, bestie. I’m giving you the reins this time—dare yourself. Make it good. No holding back.” I laughed. “Oh, you know I will.” My eyes flicked to Duke, his broad shoulders relaxed, that poet’s quiet intensity making my thighs clench. “I dare Duke to suck on my tits and finger my pussy. Right here, right now.”

"I was only following orders, Grand Duke." "Then I’m ordering you to answer me." "Hmph! You aren't my master." A heavy hush choked the room, broken only by the steady drip of water from an archaic pipe. Kaelus was just about to draw the dagger from his waist when a raw, cracking voice broke the deadlock from the end of the row. "Lancaster," the man on the far right whispered, his voice trembling. "The Duke took the lady to Lancaster." "Shut your mouth, damn it!" the scarred knight barked in a fury, suddenly lunging to kick his treacherous comrade. "The Duke will—"

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.

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

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.

There was a sick sense of finality in the air. The former Duke of the North—the man once praised as a noble war hero and the father of a gifted girl—had now aligned himself with the South’s most dangerous traitors. Duke Edmond raised his goblet again, his grin far too wide. “To new beginnings,” he said, clinking his cup against Orrick’s with a hollow chime. Veyren said nothing. He simply adjusted his coat and opened the door, letting the stormy air blast through the lodge for a brief second as he left to prepare the horses. He didn’t need to speak—he already knew their departure would leave no trace.

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.