Novel & Cerita Disobey The Duke If You Dare

Dareon’s firmness in his tone and stand never faltered. “If that is your decision, then it is as if you are declaring war against the Kingdom of Sussex young man.” Intensely and seriously, the Duke retorted. “If that is what you call it, then so be it. If I am a rude man, you cannot get out of my village now alive. But I am a man of honor and I won’t kill a defenseless man right at this moment.” Dareon with ferocity retorted to the young Duke of Sussex, who seemed to have been taken aback.

The Duke put his leg on the ground and stared at me; I felt as if he knew who I was and wanted to kill me. “Good! Good! Let’s destroy this whole world! The world is but an imaginary space. Don’t get fooled you fool!” Momo laughed wickedly. Mimi flew over until only a few inches separated us, she couldn’t move forward maybe because she couldn’t be away from her body. She glared at me, her eyes looking like two holes taking to the void, dark and disappointed. “I didn’t you could be a coward. I am truly disappointed. Do you see the Duke? He is cursed; if you don’t save him, he will burn like a candle quickly and die. Do you want him to die?”

Duke clicked his tongue before he sat down on the bed. “A fair warning, one thing you keep on your mind,” I looked back at Duke and saw him looking at me with coldness in his eyes. “Remove that shy you’re feeling whenever you’re with me.” It seems that it doesn’t really bother him if someone’s banging on the door. My eyes were glued on Duke when he stood up and towered over me. Using his index finger, he raised my chin to have our eyes meet at the same angle. “Disobey me and you’ll see why I warn you,” he whispered before he claimed my lips… in a harsh and brutal way.

“How did you get in-“ Duke Raziel looked at her smugly. “That’s not important. You massaged my hand and made me fall asleep, you’re quite clever, Vienna. You’re always giving me reasons why I chose the right woman.” He sounded calm and collected, but his voice was thundering. “But I didn’t expect that you’ll escape like that. This is the first time you disobeyed me.” She gulped. She made sure to create a harmonious relationship with him, but the way his aura beams bloody blue right now and he’s really angry. With this, he could almost slice a sword in his throat. “I-I apologize, my duke. I was disobedient.” She stammered, fidgeting slightly and looking at the ground like a child caught doing

The echoing crack of Zara's slap hung heavily in the freezing air of the opulent bedchamber. Lord Aris's icy blue eyes darkened with absolute, aristocratic disgust at his niece's blatant, corporate defiance. He struck his heavy, silver headed cane violently against the polished stone floor. "You are acting like a feral American street dog," Lord Aris spat coldly, entirely unbothered by her tears. "I will leave you to your new fiancé. Duke Cassius will teach you the proper, undeniable obedience of a Valerius Queen."

“Whilst I get changed? Then you can give me my present later.” “I could just come with you, my Duchess,” he thrust his hips forward, pushing against my stomach. “Will you behave, my Duke?” He leaned in, sinking his teeth into my earlobe. “Define behave,” he winked. “We'll have to sneak in, my Duke,” I smirked. So we did. But it didn't work, Karma saw us anyway and felt the need to announce to the room that we were going to go fuck and that we probably shouldn’t be interrupted for the next three minutes.

The crowd, having witnessed the uncomfortable exchange between two powerful men, quickly dispersed, not daring to linger. Halfway out, Duke Reginald suddenly turned back. He waved in Miranda’s direction. “Miranda, come here.” “Me?” Miranda was startled, pointing at herself in confusion. “Yes, you. Come here!” Sensing danger, Miranda instinctively took a step back. “What do you want, Duke Reginald?” she asked cautiously. Ah, she looks just like a cat with all its fur standing on end. Amused, Duke Reginald smiled. “My request is simple: you, come here.” He broke his command into three parts, his voice deliberately slow, laden with clear displeasure and threat.

My family was the most famous line of witches at the royal court. My sister, Lilith Seyler, was famous for her lofty principles. I was the only one who knew she was a complete fraud. When the royal marriage decree arrived at House Seyler, she shut herself in her prayer room out in the woods and refused to come out. "Duke Edmund, your wealth and your power are dust to me. A proposal from a duke is no different than a proposal from a farmhand." Then she laid out three conditions for Duke Edmund. The Duke was to build a prayer room on his estate, since she needed quiet meditation and practice with the elements to keep her magic stable. Before the wedding, the Duke was to wash in mountain spring

He hastily revealed before near on sprinting out of the room, refusing to make eye contact with anyone. An embarrassed Faith was left sitting on her own, smiling sheepishly at a disappointed-looking Duke Hartley. She felt like she had been caught doing something she shouldn't be. Which, in fact she had been. William has a vampire prince, the heir to his throne, and she was a simple human girl. She certainly should not be kissing him. "Faith, a word of advice?" Duke Hartley began in a clipped tone. "Remember your place, and what you're here for." He said pointedly, before turning and leaving the room.

Friends refuse friends all the time. He wanted her to be his friend? What sort of friend? And she could refuse him? Could she refuse to be his friend then? She dared to test his words. "I refuse to be your friend then." He stopped, turned to her and stared straight into her eyes. His gaze was strong, unyielding and overpowering; it took all her willpower not to look away. Then came the twitch again, and Beth was tempted to believe that was his smile. The Duke of Carlisle had a twitch for a smile, she supposed. "But you can't refuse me until you become my friend." He finally said.