Duke In Bridgerton Novelas e Histórias

For once in his life, he couldn't read this person in front of him and he felt helpless. Looking at her standing quietly, Duke of Hurrey felt uneasy. He immediately went to his daughter and hold her hands. "Melissa my dear, this is Duke Kensington, the one I told you about. He is here today to meet you. Zachary, this is my daughter, Melissa." Duke Malcom introduced the both of them. "Lady Melissa, it's my pleasure to finally meet you." Duke Kensington approached her and offered to take her hand. Looking at him, Melissa's heart felt troubled. 'Dammit! Why must he be so handsome!'

My best friend and I. A witch and a Fae from Whisperwood. I have the blood of a Seer. My three rune bones can see a kingdom's rise and fall. She's a gold-touched Fae. Born to attract wealth. One roll of the dice in a goblin casino, and she'd empty their vault. When we were eighteen, we found a disgraced Grand Duke in the capital's slums. His stepmother had thrown him out. We saved him. She amassed his gold. I spun his fate. We helped him claw his way back to the capital. He took back his land. His scepter. The first thing he did? He asked my best friend to marry him. They had a son. A gifted heir. I grew tired of the noble squabbles. I went back to my hidden cottage in the woods. Ten years l

I trembled with rage as Duke leaned in and wrapped his arms around me. “Behave, okay?” he murmured in my ear. “If you want to live—argh!” Luciano pried his hands off me with an iron grip, his eyes dark as he stepped menacingly close to Duke. “Touch her again, and I'll kill you.” Duke was trembling like a child that had just been wanked terribly, as Luciano shoved him away. Then he turned and grabbed my hand, flashing me a charming grin that sent my heart skipping. “Time to go home, wife.”

she says, her voice low and shaky. No. That single sound holds everything. Feeling her in my arms matters more than speech. Proof comes not in words but in closeness. Head tucked near my collarbone, she quiets - just a soft exhale slipping out. Warmth spreads where her breathing meets the fabric of my shirt. This fit, this fullness, almost brings me down. Spinning around, clutching what I value most, I meet the one who built all this pain. Beatrice has backed against the curved stone wall. Her composure is back, a brittle mask. “You don’t understand what you’re interfering with, Duke. This is bigger than your fleeting infatuation. She is a key to - ”

Duke squeezed my hand and I remained silent. “I, Duke Michael Thomas,” rang out in the clubhouse and every person inside stopped breathing in astonishment. “Take Corinthia Abby Blake, to be my lawfully wedded wife.” Some words were hard to understand and none were perfect to anyone but me. This man held my heart in his hands and while doing it, he gave me his world and he would love me forever. The minister, priest, or whatever he was smiled. A tear rolled down my cheek. Duke and his words. I was the luckiest woman alive.

Prologue Duke Patrick is a 38 year old doctor, working in a National hospital.He had his first wife called Alicia who died mysteriously and Duke was framed for her wife's death.He was taken to the court.The day of his hearing, Andrew his best friend saved him from being imprisoned Due to stress and alcoholism, he was forced to stop working for a while. After a long period of loneliness, he decides to start over again, working and family because that's what he treasured most.He meets his highschool friend Amanda and falls deeply in love with her which leads to marriage.

"She really wants to help us out, David." "I'm sorry, I can't even wrap my mind around it," David said. "Why doesn't the Duchess pick a man and be done with it? A man can play the role too, and it would make more sense." "Dad," Clare spoke up. "I think you haven't heard about her yet. Well, I don't know much about her either, but rumor has it that Violet Wintour is quite a notorious lady charmer." "Oh, perfect," David said, dropping his fist on the table in disbelief.

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.

My vision blurred even further with my throat raw like I had swallowed fire, I felt myself fall and then my eyes close. THE DUKE I caught the girl before she hit the floor as I have been observing her movements from the time our eyes met across the room, now she was the only one worth paying attention to because not only was she beautiful but her scent was something I could not resist. I am the Duke of Valestead and I am also a Vampire, one who have lived for centuries but few people knew that and one of them was her father. Nine years ago I had gone over to his manor for a business deal and he had all but run me out of his house because according to him he did not want to do business with a

said Prince Troy. Diane went to her brother and hugged him. “What’s wrong?” she asked. Prince’s Troy’s face softened and he smiled at his sister, kissing her cheek. “You look well Di. I am very glad to see it. It’s nothing to concern yourself with. My fiancee’s… a bit of a loose cannon. It seems she and her brother gave Duke Dormer over here the slip.” Diane gave the duke a look and then returned her eyes to her brother and grinned.