Duke Please Repent Novels & Stories

God help her. Greg would admit that when he put that item in the list of demands, he’d expected a firm and flat no from his cousin if not from the queen first. He was surprised when they fully supported it. “Misfortune…” Lucy began, with the voice of frost. “...is a condition brought about by nature, something none of us can control. What happened to the duke was not a misfortune. It was a conspiracy designed to compromise our species. A scheme to get close to the duke to take my daughter’s blood and you call that an ‘incident’? Which the duke had the ‘misfortune of suffering’?”

I asked him, looking above at his tall stature. “What are you doing, Duke? Did I not warn you enough?” He asked me, almost growling in anger. But I ignored his question. “My siblings were the victims and yet, you are pinning the blame on them? Because of what? Because of what, Father?” I topped his anger with mine, though I know deep down, it was not close to his. “Duke Raven Adolphus!” Father called my full name. It was a warning. But I could not stop here. Not right now. “I was the reason why my brothers got into that fight. If you are to blame someone, then blame me!”

She confessed, “Your Grace, I’m not following. Why didn’t you ask for this before you were tried and sentenced?” The duke realized his plea was badly-framed. He slowly met her lost orbs as he said, “My apologies, My Queen. What I meant was, I’m pleading that you… and the king offer pardon to…certain people I know who can help in eradicating this new threat.” Lucianne blinked twice before she prompted, “And the new threat is?”

"[Just like I said before, you must be one of my fans in the past. Duh! I really want to sing and dancing like the old times! But if I do, they think I'm doing some magic rituals. Isn't it terrible?]" "[Well, I have nothing to say.]" "[Oh! Come on! Don't you want to revive the popularity of K-pop? Let's do something! You are Duke's daughter, after all. There is nothing you can't do.]" "[But, I'm busy. Do you know about South Island? Currently, I am living there to bring prosperity to them.]" He clicked his tongue and sneered, "Do you mean that barren island? [You are wasting your time.]"

Duke pulled away his hand and smiled sarcastically. "Sorry! What are you saying sorry for? For torturing my Mother? For stabbing my Mother? For burning my Mother to death? For breaking my leg? Or for sending me to prison without any fault? For what crime are you saying sorry? And which of these crimes do you think is so small that saying sorry is enough?" Duke asked in a rough voice. Hearing Duke's words, all the guests were completely stunned. They never thought that such a big and disgusting sinner was hiding behind Hunter's smiling and bright face. Maybe that is why they say you shouldn't judge a book by its cover.

Then, soft: "What is it you need?" “The answer is no. We refuse.” He actually laughs, a short, disbelieving sound. “You refuse the King’s mercy? You would choose your… your ill-advised passion over the safety of thousands? Over peace?” “You call it passion.” I take a step forward, and he finally sees the wolf beneath the duke’s skin. His guards shift nervously. “It is not. It is a vow. Written in something deeper than your parchment. You ask me to cut out my own heart and call it diplomacy. I will not.”

The next day I woke up, I am now the fiance of the Demon Duke in the Kingdom of Franche-Comte, a kingdom that believes in religion, however, it has a Demon Lord living among its people, Duke of Dubois Castle, or known as Lemon. He holds my hand tight and trails kisses to my pulse, ever since I have known that this man is a Demon who saved my life with the contract of fulfilling his desire, he frequents my room almost every night. “It is not money, and not my title as the countess, also you said that it is not my soul, what is it that you desire Duke?” he paused and those jewel red eyes looked at me intently, he climbed onto my bed and even closed the distance between us. I could feel the war

"But I've seen you before." "Get your hands off her." "Turn around." Duke rose with his hand hovering over Kael, whose body began to shift as his bones popped and reset into human form. Duke turned his gaze toward me, a predator measuring a carcass. "Did you not hear her? Or do you need me to remove your hand for you?" Something felt off — deeper than anything I had seen in the woods — so I released her and held my hands up. "Father," I shouted, not taking my eyes off Duke. "He's a traitor. Why is he standing there?"

,I face my coven and get smiles. Jonathan helps Duke up and he even looks relieved he will be okay but I'm devastated. "Duke please wake up",I feel panicked. He has to wake I can't do this. "he will my grand high witch", is voiced as all the witches stand and chant. Duke coughs and wakes with a start. He quickly gathers me tight to him while I cry. "you did good my love, he cups my face and wipes my cheeks, I'm so proud of you baby",he holds me tight to him.

I’m ready to risk it all just to poke my fingers into King Murder’s eyes. He says nothing, but I can tell he can sense my rage. He’s baiting me with silence, and that makes me even angrier. I’m just about to take another step when a hand on my arm stops me in my tracks. “Control yourself, Bhyron. Focus.” Duke. I shut my eyes tight and lower my head as shake swirls through my veins. I almost fell into temptation again. I almost lost myself. Finally, I open my eyes and step back, then I take a deep breath to flush the last dregs of anger from my system.