Duke Bookstore Apparel Novels & Stories

"Dukе іѕ еіghtееn, оld enough tо fіght fоr hіѕ соuntrу. Dukе lоvеѕ mе аnd we are engaged. Duke slowly gоt tо hіѕ fееt lооkіng ѕсаrеd. Hе wаѕ about ѕіx-fоur, and аbоut 200 lbѕ. Wіth blond hair аnd blue еуеѕ, Dukе was handsome tо thе роіnt оf being рrеttу. "Whаt about уоu Puke? I said, ѕlарріng his fасе. What dо уоu hаvе tо ѕау for уоurѕеlf, Puke? I sneered, mocking him.

she disappeared as soon as she spat out the words, leaving me in deep thoughts. My door pushed open and Duke walked in. I knew he didn't knock because Isabella was in his room. He held out a brown and cream suit. "You haven't showered? I brought you two outfits to choose from. Go shower and get ready. The ladies are almost done and you might not recognize our Luna." The sound of a Luna calmed me a little. Somehow for as long as Isabella was here, I didn't fear so much. "Why those colours? You know I like black or brown."

THE DUKE I’m not too proud to admit that I squealed like a schoolgirl when I saw the blue YZF-R1 parked out the front that matched the keys in my hand. Exactly the same as my Duchess’, just bright blue to her yellow. She'd even added a ‘Duke’ Valkyrie decal that matched the one on my cut. Stickler for the details, my girl. “Shall we go for a ride?” she asked, a smirk on her face. She knew she’d got this bike spot on.

The urn looked the same as before, but what was inside wasn't mother's ashes at all—it was protein powder! Marcus and Ryan were stunned too, both looking toward Josie. Josie immediately teared up, crying pitifully: "I'm sorry, brothers. I just couldn't bear to put the Duchess's ashes in a garbage dump, so I hid them in the basement storage. But I got too flustered and spilled the ashes. I was too scared to touch them, so... so I replaced them with protein powder. I meant well—the Duchess was so kind when she was alive, she surely wouldn't blame me."

• frap sluts • Allie: Where do I find a long-sleeved cocktail dress? Tatiana: Asos? Daphne : EthicalOnlineShops.P*F Allie: By tonight Tatiana: -shrug emoji- Daphne : Long-sleeved in July? Idk Macy’s? Tatiana: It’s way too hot for long sleeves.

Although, I knew they were nothing compared to his back side, which I hadn't gotten over even up to now. Nate on the other hand wore the same shirt but his was black, with his sleeves folded on both sides, revealing his rippling muscles. His trousers, unlike Richmond's, were deep blue but did not outline his body. Duke was wearing slacks and bare on the chest. Damon on the other hand in a carton colored knicker and a black polo. “Done checking us out?” Duke tilted his head to the side, smiling at me. “You aren't appealing to look at,” I scoffed. “What father is cooking seems to be much better.”

Whether it was the pharmacist or customers, everyone just looked at him. “Do you have Band-Aids?” The shop assistant only snapped out of her daze when she heard Duke’s cold and deep voice. “Yes… Yes!” The sales assistant immediately took out the Band-Aids. “This is for anti-inflammation, this is water-proof, this is relatively cheaper…” Duke pursed his indifferent lips. “Which is better for a girl’s feet that have been worn from wearing high heels?” As soon as he said that, he heard some voices of people who sounded heartbroken in the store.

Then she said again. “ Hey you! Go and get us a bottle of wine at the cellar” she said. I stopped pouring my milk half way and froze. What? I turned my head to snap at her when I heard a deep voice that was now getting registered in my head. “Don’t you dare!” Duke said in the lowest voice I have ever heard, but it carried so much threat that I saw one of the girls flinch. He slowly emerged from where he was from his room. He was wearing a black shirt and a black jean. I was beginning to think that his favorite color was black because that was about the only colors he wore. He looked so pleasant to the eye. His hair was all spiky as it seemed quite wet. Was he coming from the bathroom. At th

Of course she did. When I descended the stairs like I owned every second of the universe, the hallway went dead silent. Even the guards looked like they were holding their breath. And there he was. Duke Alaric. Clad in black and crimson, with gold embroidery curling like flames down his collar. He had a ruby at his throat. A black cloak lined with deep red velvet. His hair slicked back just enough to look dangerous, and those blue eyes—gods above—they looked at me like he had already undressed me ten times in his imagination and was choosing which version he liked best.