Duke Bookstore Apparel Novels & Stories

I wаrnеd, tugging аt hеr soon to be gоnе lоng hеr hаіr. "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.

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 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."

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.

Duke eyed me seriously, "I'm certain of it. I was trying to figure out why, until you said what you just told me." I creased my forehead in confusion while looking at him. "Which one?" Duke didn't say anything as he pulled me for a hug. I can't explain it, but it somehow felt a normal thing for us to do, to hug and secure ourselves in each other's arms. THE NEXT DAY, I found myself looking for a proper dress to wear. Duke told me last night that he's bringing me out to buy more clothes to wear for my training as my dresses are not suited for it.

It had green decorations and it smelled good, it was a 10 points presentation. Before ordering, she decided to read the menu carefully, although she wanted something simple and to have on the go. There were many interesting drinks with extravagant names, Liz found it funny, she loved trying new things. As there were not many people waiting in line, the cashier was extra patient with Liz and her questions about ingredients. She was a cute girl with the two front locks of her hair dyed pink and she was carrying a little pin of a bisexual flag on her uniform. Liz was a nice and natural flirter and thought the cashier was totally into her after talking for a few seconds with her.

Duke speaks up in his defense and stops when the door opens and a tall, dark, yet identical figure of Zane stands by the door! The resemblance is uncanny! Like Zane got into a photocopier. The stranger is clad in a pair of tight denim and a black leather jacket. His jet-black hair is styled in a chaotic wave. Charming and chaotic. A helmet is strapped between his ribs and his arm. “Cleo?” His sultry baritone rings in my head, and my name is soft on his lips. He casually strolls in, too hot for his own good. “Damn the photos, Duke. She’s fucking fine.”