Duke Orsino She's The Man Novels & Stories

"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.

"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?”

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.

"What about the Duke? How are you going to convince him out?" "I have my means, don't worry about him," Gia indeed had long planned the perfect scheme to lure the Duke out. He won't have any chance to save his little wife. Gia knew that he may even go crazy looking for her, but she didn't care. She has a way to make him stop caring for her. Rosaline Fragrance.

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.

She wasn’t supposed to be anyone’s pawn. The Duke’s voice cut through the tension. “Let her go, Isabella,” he growled, his tone laced with menace. He stood tall, despite the blood dripping from his lip, his posture exuding authority. Isabella didn’t even flinch. “You’ve lost, Duke,” she said, her voice dripping with disdain. “Your empire is crumbling, and there’s nothing you can do to stop it.” Victoria’s mind raced. This is it. The Duke’s empire was on the brink of destruction, and now, it seemed like Isabella was the one to bring it all crashing down.

seduce? I jolted up from my seat with my eyes and mouth wide open. Seduce?! that's right! No matter how cold that person is, he's still a man! With just one smile from her, no one could take their eyes away from her! I clenched my fist and smirked. "Not even you, my duke. I'll make sure you will be enslaved with Victoria's beauty. Mark my word, I'll make you mine."