Duke Orsino She's The Man Novels & Stories

"The way she seemed distracted the whole time I was there. And when I was leaving, I mentioned something about 'whoever he is' and she looked... I don't know, caught." Dante scoffed loudly. "The Duchess doesn't do relationships. Everyone knows that. She has conquests, not boyfriends." "I'm just telling you what I observed," Adrian shrugged. "Something's different about her." The door flew opened just then, and Rick finally walked in, dressed more formally than usual in dark jeans and a button-down shirt, though still looking casual compared to the others. "Look who finally decided to grace us with his presence," Dante announced, tossing Rick a glass of whiskey across the table which he caugh

Roselle ended up standing there, frozen, as the duchess scrutinized her reaction. Even though Duchess Rowena had yet to meet her husband due to the current situation, she had already heard about this. And this was why she sought to meet the Princess. Of course, she already knew about the deal of Romeo's marriage to this human princess. And Duchess Rowena was actually disheartened when she heard about the deal that Romeo was not even allowed to touch his own wife.

“And you already decided you’re coming home with us, so there’s no point wasting energy pretending otherwise.” Juliette’s jaw dropped. She half-laughed, half-choked. “Wow. At least let a woman have some pride.” Duke moved like a fucking viper one second surveying the room, the next his hand was in her hair, threading through those thick dark strands and tilting her head back just the way I’d fantasized about earlier. Then he angled her toward me and dipped low, whispering in her ear, “Who needs pride when you could be coming in five minutes?”

Diane gave the duke a look and then returned her eyes to her brother and grinned. “She’s not too much woman for you, is she Troy?” “Like I said, I was not with them at the time,” he returned, sticking his tongue out at her. Duke Dormer bowed. “I apologize once again, Your Highness. The fault was entirely mine.” “You’re only a man. Believe me, she would have found a way, one way or another.” Curious about this woman that seemed to sway men’s hearts with her wit alone, the woman who still had his friend’s heart, Ethan stepped forward and said, “How about I help you look for her?”

There’s no time for shock—only precision. A laugh cuts through the chaos—slow, deliberate, familiar. “I didn’t expect to see you here,” Orlando says, his voice echoing in the hall. “Didn’t expect the almighty Allessandro to come play a hero.” I look up, scanning the shadows. “I came for what’s mine.” “Ah, the girl,” he mocks. “You kill her father, then marry her. Tell me, cousin—Is that love or madness?”

He turned his arrogant gaze on Sariel. The Duke glanced indifferently at his opponent, then a corner of Sariel's lips turned up, forming a lopsided smile as he looked at Elora. "Looks like your precious residence will be saved," he said, pointing to the still-whining Duke Orseolo, "all you have to do is call the cleaners to wipe the floor and throw out the crash." "You had no right! I hold the same title as you!" Duke Orseolo cried out, snarling.

I almost ended up deflowering Eleanor and her crying face was still imprinted in my mind. "Did something happen master?" She asked. I dropped my hands and stood up from my throne. "Which idiot waters them?" I asked seriously. "I believe it's Ose." She answered. "Summon him!" I spat on top of my voice. She closed her eyes then slowly went down to her knees as I sat down angrily watching her call on his name three times. "You called me Ducan?" He asked immediately as he walked in. He looked happy and his damn smile said it all.

"Then… let's begin." The Duke walked to the middle of the platform looking handsome with his black and simple robe floating with the breeze. He didn't need anything else to steal the eyes from the whole audience, however, the only pair of eyes he craved for, were the golden ones from his little woman. Elton, on the other hand, was incredulous by the sight. He thought the man would only shove him to one side and even humiliate him as always by ignoring his request and leaving. However, he was now humoring and willingly entertaining the lovely woman comfortably sitting on the first seat.

And what he would do if she did… “I don’t care what you’d prefer to be called,” she said. “I’d prefer not to call you anything at all. Just say what you have to say and then I can go home.” He stared at her a moment longer, like a predator deciding whether or not to pounce, and her pulse started to climb, excitement and a strange, fearful anticipation winding tightly around her. But just then a knock came on the door, mercifully catching the Duke’s attention, and as he turned and moved to open it Anna felt as if she’d earned a reprieve of some kind.