Duke Novels & Stories

Duke pressed his lips together with his chin rain up a bit and at that moment, his eyes turned very clear. "He is Gamma's son but I see him as my brother because I take him as one." Duke explained. "And his name is Miracle and he happened to heal you when you were lying unconscious." Miracle rolled his eyes at Duke before walking towards me with a smile that could make girls fall easily for him. Was this what they call a charm? Because if it was, then it was really powerful.

,I nod. "sorry I get up to pee a lot",I sigh. After leaving I try to head home but Duke stops me. "want to grab food?",I don't meet his eyes. He looks at me and I avert my eyes. "sorry I need a nap",I walk off my guards following. Duke pov

she said with a beaming smile as she glanced through the hundred students present, there were other students expected to arrive later tomorrow and the day after, the group in front of her was the first batch of students "my name is miss vera, and I'll be showing you girls to your Domitorium, Mr duke here would be taking you, boys, to yours." She said smiling politely, besides her was the man named Duke, his appearance portrayed him to be a man in his mid-40s, he had short blonde hair and was quite bulky in structure, his appearance was also quite terrifying due to the long scar he had which stretched from his left side of his fo

“That’s good. I’m happy for you.” Lara quickly changed the subject. “Enough about me. What about you? Any special someone in your life?” Duke’s lips curled into a knowing smirk. “Actually, yes. I do have a partner.” Lara’s face lit up with excitement. “Really?! When can I meet her?” Duke chuckled, his amusement clear. “It’s a him.” Lara blinked. “... Huh?” “My partner is a man,” Duke clarified casually, as if he had just told her the weather forecast.

Seeing all of these made her wonder why she had even stayed in that marriage, pathetic. She would need to get a job and save up to be able to afford a better phone, Darling thought to herself as she opened the browser application on her phone and rapidly typed Duke's full name on the search bar and before she could even type his name completely, his face was already popping up with the following words; 'Duke Grant of Grant Entertainments hides his next movie project.' 'Recent Duke Grant's photos by the paparazzis are getting the ladies pregnant.' 'The handsome CEO of Grant Entertainments shows off

“But my fear is, I don’t know if you can handle it.” Something in her tone made me straighten. “What do you mean?” “If you can’t stand Leonard’s little pressure, then Duke might crush you. My chest tightened. “What do you mean?” “This. What Leonard is doing, it's child’s play,” she said flatly. “Compared to Duke.” The name felt heavy in the air. “And who is Duke?” “He’s the chairman of smitheen holding and other chains of businesses,” she replied quietly. She lowered her voice further. “He doesn’t bully for fun. He does it because he hates. Especially women.”

"There. That is where we wait." ​"Wait for what?" ​"For Silas to arrive in person," the Duke said, his eyes flashing with a lethal hunger. "He wants the Scythe. He wants the Tenth Life. I’m going to give him exactly what he wants—right through his throat." ​He picked me up, throwing me over his shoulder like a prize of war. I beat my fists against his back, but it was like hitting solid stone. As he began the vertical climb up the rain-slicked rock, I realized the terrifying truth

“Duke, I’m not here to play games. Your company is on the edge. A single misstep could cost you everything—your shareholders, your reputation… even your position as CEO.” Duke’s lips pressed into a thin line. “I built that empire. I don’t need charity from the Harpers.” Alexandra’s smile widened, just enough to be dangerous. “Charity?” she echoed, voice silk over steel. “I think you’ll find that pride has a very short shelf life when your empire is crumbling.”

“The boss keeps a private ledger. Investors, buyers—people who order things. Women mostly. He only brings the special ones home.” “How long have you known?” I asked. My voice was flat. I felt a roar in my chest that I forced down. Panic was a worse enemy than the boys outside or Kelvin. Panic made you obvious. “Long enough,” Duke said. He knelt beside me and folded his hands over his knees. “Not meddlers’ business, Ember. But he told me once to keep her alive, earn your keep. That’s how I got out of some trouble. It’s why I cook and carry bags and don’t ask questions.”

I, Moro Longtail, am the last fox spirit of Quesk Hills, who left the mountains to marry the Duke of Southdam to repay a debt. However, in the eight years of marriage, the peasants beat me up 99 times because the adopted daughter of Jules' father, Nora Sands, deluded herself into thinking that she was the duchess. My caricature was plastered all over the Hoxton, and bards were spreading word everywhere that I'm a despicable fox. The first time, my legs were broken, but Jules sweet-talked me endlessly. "Just endure it. Nora really can't survive the agitation." The fiftieth time, I had my left eye blinded, but Jules bought out the Hoxton jewelry store. "This