Duke Bookstore Apparel Novels & Stories

But he does not let a drop touch his beloved mate. “Ezra!” he calls. His carriage driver comes out of the shadows. “Did you take care of the guards?” he asks the old man. “They are being catered to, my lord,” Ezra replies with a bow. “Good. I need a new set of clothes,” the Duke orders. “And tell one of the female fighters to cater to Roseanne. It will be a long journey ahead.” “Yes, my lord,” Ezra said with a bow. The Duke takes off his bloodied coat and wraps it around Roseanne before carrying her into his arms, bridal style.

“I was fully aware of how each and every one of you is preparing for this event. Therefore, brace yourselves. The hunt begins…” Every participating hunter quickly readied themselves. And Dante, who was surprised by Raul’s casual commencement of the event, could only shake his head. But since the hunters were already ready, he raised the starter pistol he got in his hand. “Now!” And fired it together with that announcement. During this entire event which will last until tomorrow at noon, all members of the pack will stay in the forest, hence, they made tents to sleep in. Around this time, Duke was also inside a tent, doing something. His brothers had gone playing with other kids outside but h

After our breakfast, Dime and I wanted to go to the bookstore to buy some books for our apartment, “Ready Dime?” I shouted as I grabbed my keys, “Coming!” Dime shouted back as she came stumbling down the stairs, Dime wore an emerald green bralette with black leggings and emerald green sneaker heels, “Looking hot there babes,” I said as I opened the door “You too,” Dime said as she looked at my outfit, I was wearing a silver bralette with a black fishnet shirt over the bralette with black jeans and silver sneakers. I drove Dime and me over to the closest Barnes and Noble,

Beggers can't be choosers anyway. The library was like it always was, quiet, dark and filled with a lot of shelves. The library guy, Duke, gave me a little wave when he saw me. He finished up with arranging the books he had with him on a shelf and walked to where I was. "Hello miss," He grinned, wiping a smudge of dust that had managed to stick to the side of his shirt, "What kind of book are you looking for today?"

Thinking that there was a quite huge possibility that the cold-blooded butcher would buy her, Lili felt like a fishbone had been stuck in her throat. Even though the Duke looked handsome and fresh outside, it wouldn’t matter if his insides were rotten. Lili bit her lips and waited for the old lady’s reply. She hoped that the old headmistress could think of a solution for her current source of trouble. The duke. The man that had been dubbed as the ‘Butcher of the North’. She didn’t wish for a bloody duke as a sponsor, especially if the man was someone infamous for killing young ladies… like her. She wished some dragon would just swoop her away and be done with it.

The many books lend credence to the wealth of this Duke because books were not cheap. The skill and the labor behind each book had taken months, if not years, to complete. I was itching to open one and admire the artistry of the person who penned it. Later. Bryce walks by his desk, and opens another wooden door, leading into his bedroom. The room was of a generous size, fitting a full bed covered with expensive linen, and a bear rug lying underneath the wooden bed frame with the head still attached. Lovely. A few trunks are lining one of the walls, and on the opposite side is a small, empty

Just held it open for her, hand resting on the frame like he’d done it a thousand times before. Inside, the space was warm. A small fire was currently burning, most likely prepared by the personnel. The smell of pinewood mixed with a light scent of cinnamon. Lisa walked, gently touching the bookshelf, coffee, and counter pot. “So this is your idea of relaxation?” “No servers. No shareholders. No lies,” Duke replied, setting their bags down. “That’s what I call relaxing.” She shot him a side glance. “No lies?” He smiled faintly. “Working on it.”

He could be a fraud for all he knew. But his clothes... They seemed of the best quality of silk... Or maybe not. "The Duke of Kerstone." Rowan said with a smirk. Immediately, Farrell's shoulders dropped and his chest retracted almost immediately. The... The what now? The Duke of Kerstone?! "And how do I know you're not lying and impersonating him?" "You're a wise man." Rowan complimented and without waiting for a reaction, he turned to Mateo who immediately bowed understanding what he meant.

“I like you, your grace, but...” “But not the same way you love him,” Nylian scoffed. “I know,” he rubbed the back of his neck. “He always takes everything from me.” “He's not bad.” Jimmy mumbled. “Sure,” Nylian nodded. He got up and opened the door, “Make sure to finish your breakfast.” he said before leaving. The Duke left the mansion and headed to the village. He wanted to go to the library to buy a book about the Dark Creatures. He was planning to give it to Jimmy so that he understands how much danger they are and why he can never beat them.

That does it. “Unlock me,” I spit. “You are a rat bastard and this is not cool at all.” Duke not intimidated. He merely lets out another aggrieved sigh. “Fine, have it your way.” Then he sheds his lab coat and stomps over to his suitcase. I watch as he folds up the material and puts it back inside the bag before zipping the damned thing up. “Fine then,” he says while grabbing the roller board by its handle. I stare in confusion as he marches over to the door. “I knew you were going to figure out a way to make this weekend suck. Just like always.”