Duke In Bridgerton Novels & Stories

As Luca and I set off for the stairs, I see Rafe and Jesse sit down on the couch with Linda as Gran happily sets the tray down on the coffee table. “Who…” Gran says, straightening up and putting her hands on her hips, looking curiously at Jesse. “Who…are you?” Jesse’s jaw drops. “You don’t know who I am!?” She just leans closer, like studying him will help her figure it out. But Jesse just sighs, a tiny bit devastated, as he reaches for a slice of cake. “I’m the Duke.” “The best Duke,” Rafe says, grinning at our cousin and patting him on the back as Gran presses a plate of cake into her favorite’s hand.

Nathan murmured into his glass. "The point is," Dante continued, glaring at Nathan, "this is your chance, gentlemen. The Duchess will be here, in my home, surrounded by all the wealth and power she is used to. One of you might get lucky." He paused, his gaze settling on Rick. "Even you, Cameron. Though you might want to scrub the motor oil from under your fingernails first." Rick's jaw tightened, but he said nothing, just raised his glass in mock salute. "I still can't believe you've never even met her," Gabriel said to Rick. "You lived in New York your whole life right before joining the Army."

My family was the most famous line of witches at the royal court. My sister, Lilith Seyler, was famous for her lofty principles. I was the only one who knew she was a complete fraud. When the royal marriage decree arrived at House Seyler, she shut herself in her prayer room out in the woods and refused to come out. "Duke Edmund, your wealth and your power are dust to me. A proposal from a duke is no different than a proposal from a farmhand." Then she laid out three conditions for Duke Edmund. The Duke was to build a prayer room on his estate, since she needed quiet meditation and practice with the elements to keep her magic stable. Before the wedding, the Duke was to wash in mountain spring

Especially when it involved Duke Lunnart, who was famous for being cold and indifferent, and the new Duchess from the imperial family. As if a man who had never cared about anyone had suddenly fallen deeply in love. And now the Duke had not returned to his room for the entire night. Of course the whole mansion had immediately begun creating their own stories. A few seconds later, the maid spoke again softly. “If the Duke truly became bored that quickly… then Her Grace the Duchess is really pitiful.” Enough. Creeeak— The bedroom door suddenly opened. Orla and the maid in front of her both jolted in shock, nearly dropping the laundry basket they were holding.

“Now I see why.” His eyes softened slightly. “You’ve been crying. Your eyes are swollen.” I didn’t respond. I don’t want comfort or to start any conversation. I only wanted silence. “Let me guess,” he said. “Duke broke your heart.” That got my attention. He snapped his fingers lightly. “I knew it.” His tone changed, darker now, same as his eyes. “He does that,” Harry continued. “He goes after the best, says all the right things, makes you feel like you’re everything, then walks away like it meant nothing.”

Their budding connection now seemed fragile, suspended in the uncertain space between duty and desire. With each passing step, Ava's thoughts wandered to the man she was meant to marry—the Duke of Cambridge. Whispers of his reputation seeped into her consciousness, casting a foreboding shadow over her heart. Rumors swirled about his cruel nature, his dark past, and a chilling tale of his involvement in his wife's demise. The stories painted the Duke as a figure shrouded in darkness, an enigma lurking within the grand halls of his ancestral estate. Tales of his icy demeanor and his propensity for manipulation echoed through the grapevine, leaving a trail of fear and unease in their wake.

“I—“ He shook his head. “Even if I was interested in dating right now, it wouldn’t be you. How many times have you seen me before and not said a word. Do you even remember how mean you’ve been to me?” She flushed. “I haven’t—“ “My name is Duke,” he said, looking at her. “You sit in front of me in Frameworks. One the first day of classes, it was a literal monsoon outside and you asked your friend if you thought I was trying to embody a drowning dog.” My jaw dropped as her jaw dropped. I could see the understanding coming to her as she dragged her gaze over him. “I… I didn’t… You looked different.” “And you’re still a mean person. Please leave me alone.”

They waited where they were standing until the group approached them. “I am Simon the Duke of Sussex; may I speak to your leader?” Duke Simon’s voice was pleasant to listen to. His smile is alluring, making him more gorgeous and elegant looking. Somehow Dareon felt a few strings of jealousy in his heart. “So this is the Duke of Sussex that the Lycan Princess was supposed to get married with.” He thought while looking at the man fiercely.

His fingers brush my jaw, hesitant, like I might disappear if he touches too hard. Then the storm shifts. Low footfalls. Mud squelching. A slow clap. Jake’s eyes snap open. He turns. And Duke steps from the shadows of a half-collapsed neighboring tent — casual, elegant, smug, wearing the aftermath of war like a tailored suit. His long coat is drenched and torn, blood splattered across one sleeve, hair slicked back by the rain. He looks annoyingly beautiful. Deceptively calm. But his eyes— Cold. Silver.

"Her role as your Lord is important: she also needs a successor for the role." "Then, have you found your partner, Lady Elise?" Diana asks. The question caused something that she almost regrets asking. Charles's mood plummeted enough that one small trigger will make him blow out. "There, your answer." Cass gestures at Charles whose mood is at worst state. "That figure is irrelevant for me, as of now. I still have some matters to do, now that my dad had found me." A small chuckle is heard from Sebastian's mouth. "Milady getting a partner? Are you getting soft now?"