Disobey The Duke If You Dare Mga Nobela at Kwento

My father holds his hand above his head, signalling the crowd to quiet down as the ceremony must continue without anymore interruptions. “Princess Isabella has trained diligently in the ways of an Alpha Queen, taking time to implement new changes that have caused our nation to prosper as well as helped with many treaties and trades with the other races of the world. Princess Isabella, please come kneel before me.” My father continues as soon as the room becomes silent. I raise my head at his command and slowly walk up the four steps before carefully kneeling before him, making sure to flair my cape behind me to flow out elegantly as practiced. The palace Witch Moira comes forward, handing my

Ryan was instantly silenced, his mouth opening and closing like a fish gasping for air. I looked directly at Marcus, the man I had once thought I loved more than life itself. "Marcus, I came down here not because I can't bear to leave you, but because I wanted to say some things to your face. Things you need to hear." Marcus's eyes filled with desperate hope again. "I, Catherine Blackwood, am a Duke's daughter who was beloved and cherished from the moment I was born. But because I was blind and stupid enough to fall for you, you trampled my dignity into the dirt and let a servant lord over me like I was nothing."

"Well, yes. That's for a human's perspective. But for us-a noble or a mythical creature as what human history says-it's natural. We can live for millennia and tens and hundreds of it, not aging. We can even enter eternal slumber if we want to. "But that's not always the case. Sometimes, one can enter a force eternal sleep if they committed a crime that is too grave beyond comprehension and the risk being known to the world is high or they took offense to the humankind that we're supposed to take care." -Cassielle Elise D. Dairen, the daughter of the duke, Clyde Estreno D. Dairen. The unknown duchess.

Mrs Shaw frowned at the Duke. “Has she woken up yet?” Duke Kensington asked again. “Not yet, Your Grace.” Lily said, suddenly feeling sad. “Leave us.” The Duke said while walking over to sit on the bed, next to Lady Melissa. This time, urged by Mrs Shaw on the side, Sir Andrew spoke up tactfully. “Your Grace. We do not dare. I hope you’d understand.” Duke Kensington’s gaze darkened when he heard this. Unaccustomed to his orders being disobeyed, he looked at Sir Andrew coldly and said, “I shall bear the consequences. Leave.”

It was the Christ the King celebration, and he was to chair the fair trade and the commissioning of the grotto that followed the procession, until Fabian appeared with news he had assumed he had dealt with temporarily. “What still holds her death? Why does she still roam the manor?” He stopped in front of Fabian to ask, even when he had been told the reason a thousand times. Fabian just stood in the darkness of the room, staring back at Edric and wishing he could control himself. “I am so close to being the next duke, so close to sitting on that seat of power and dining with the king,” he said aloud as he resumed pacing the room again, not caring if anyone overheard him.

However, they could not care less and turned their heads away from him, as if he did not exist there. Alexander "....." Did they just ignore him like that? How could they!? He is the Duke of Iquarayon for God's sake! How could these two not show him a bit of respect!? His frown deepened when he noticed Leonor's position carefully and immediately bending down he picked him up from her belly.

she answered. It took a few seconds before the Prince responded. “If that was what you think, I did not have any reasons to object to it,” the Prince said. “Your answer lacked details,” Duke stated. My ears tingled by what the Duke had expressed. I forced myself to smile and look innocent, though I wanted to smack him. Frederick Ivrea, one of those people you do not want to mess with. A valiant warrior--- a perfect description for the Duke of Athenesy. Exterminator of corrupt officials, pirates, and any person who attempts to overthrow the Empire.

"If the King decides he wants the Duke's son as his entertainment for the night? Will you hand me over, Cassius? Just like my father handed over your people?" The question hung in the air, heavy and sharp. I leaned in, my mouth inches from his ear. "Your father was a coward who traded lives for influence. I am the man who took his kingdom. If anyone—the King, the other Sires, or their captains—tries to lay a hand on you, they’ll leave this house in a body bag. Does that answer your question?" Obi shivered, but he didn't pull back. He swallowed hard, his throat working. "I'll do it. Just... please don't leave me alone with them."

I have a long way tomorrow I'm going to go sleep now you keep eating" " Alright than, good night" **** " a kid? why would they send us a kid?" " I don't know sir" *sigh* " kid what's your name?" " Celea" " Celea go back home this isn't a place for kids it's very dangerous here" " I refuse" Celea calmly refused him " you could die" " do I look like someone who's attached to life, Duke?" Celea asked him the Duke looked at her dead eyes and knew she wasn't bluffing