Disobey The Duke If You Dare Novels & Stories

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."

"Dad, are you sure this isn’t a scam? Is the letter legitimate?” “Yes, of course it’s legitimate and I know a scam when I see one.” His mouth thinned. “The son you were betrothed to is dead, but it doesn't matter. His first son, the new Duke, wishes to see you tomorrow night at Haerton so he can put his proposal to you.”

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

My little brother was the weakest man on the ship. He was a pirate, but he couldn't even lift a blade. Other pirates his age had already taken plenty of plunder, but he spent his days fussing over jars of medicine. He was always saying that fighting was bad, that it was too rough. He was bullied throughout his childhood, and I always stepped in for him. Later, I gave up piracy, got married, and came ashore to settle down as a wife. I didn't see him for a long time. Then one day, my husband, Duke Edgar Windham, brought his pregnant lover home. To make me accept that bastard child, he drugged me. "Helga, as long as you're a good girl and accept this child, you'll still be my wife. "After all,

Pinapahamak niya ako. "My daughter is engaged..." the duke started. "But I'm not." Napatampal ako sa noo dahil sa sinagot ni Cassius. What the hell? Why is he so sly like a fox? "It doesn't matter if you're not engaged. My daughter is engaged with the Crown Prince. You should know and understand that it's treason to covet someone's fiancée right?" the duke said firmly. Cassius chuckled and fixed his eyes on me. The way his eyes were on me, it felt uncomfortable because it feels like he knows what I'm thinking right now.

"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.