Duke Please Repent Novels & Stories

Elijah’s voice cut through the storm, a blade of pure cruelty. “You don’t believe me? Well, sweetheart, I’m the one who ordered my men to kill Luciano.” The words didn’t just hit Angel; they burned through her, a sharp truth that destroyed any last hope she’d been holding onto. A choked sob escaped her throat, the sound of a soul breaking. She looked up, her eyes wide with a horror so deep it was almost beautiful. He watched the realization dawn on her face, watched her last fragile hope shatter, with a look of clear satisfaction.

Wanting to repay is not the only way, this is just making an excuse. "Everyone is an adult so I don't want me to teach anyone. Everyone has their own opinion, but what would you think if Vera found out would you know how heartbreaking she would be? Want to pay back? There are many ways to answer someone, it's just whether you want to or not." If he felt so guilty, why didn't Elias stay by the girl's side and still pursue Vera, the love hasn't really stopped, the people next to him will suffer sooner or later, Vera is like his sister, so he won't let him allow anyone to make her suffer.

𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘭𝘭, 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘳. "I have my reasons. I like the Maximillan duchy better. I wonder why? But now that the duke said it, magician Dashiell- I would like to know if the duke truly will hand him over to us." "I'm not going to break my word. And, if the young duchess so desires, we can make a deal with the magical contract," he said. "After all, magical contracts are unbreakable, and breaching the contract can result in death."

He probes as his cock slips out of my pussy, deflated and streaked with my blood. His hand reaches for me and I shrink back as he releases the belt from my lips and flings a white sheet over my body. “I don't fuck virgins, Dukes. Clean yourself up and get out of my fucking space.” He says with a dead voice and my heart cracks into little fragments. I'm frozen in place, shocked by the weight of a different, more intense pain flooding my chest and I close my eyes against it, willing the ground to open up and swallow me.

The words landed like a bomb that exploded with the duke's voice. “No!” he shouted. “No?” Anaya repeated. She matched up to him and slapped him hard across his left cheek. “You disgust me.” Duke's eyes turned dark with rage. He raised his hand to hit her back but the bodyguard caught his hand before he could. “You heard the reports, so stop your drama and get ready to take responsibility.” Ryker said. Duke said nothing. He had nothing to say. He walked up to me with pleading eyes. “Please Skye, we can work something out.. I.. I'm not ready to be a father.”

“Yes. It is indeed. The naked man you met beside the lake last week” “You’re…you’re the Duke?” “Cedric Blackwood, Seventh Duke of Springbrook.” He gazed at her vivid, passionate face. “But from the look on your face, I suppose you’re probably wanting to call me “that asshole”.” “That’s why you were swimming,” she said, ignoring him. “You weren’t trespassing.” “No.” He shook his head slowly. “I was out for a run and decided to cool off in the lake. My lake.”

He looked like he wanted to punch something, or perhaps just disappear. “I need to write this down,” Duke went on, leaning back in his chair and wiping his eyes. “A literal historic event. Don’t worry, Jeremiah. I’m here for you. I’ll let you cry on my shoulder later. Should I call the waiter and order some tissues for dessert? Or maybe a bucket for your pride?” Jeremiah’s voice was a low, dangerous rumble. “Duke. That’s enough.”

And they show no remorse in doing it. “Will you quit using words that don’t suit you? ‘Delulu?’ Really? What the hell? Hearing those from an ancient man like you give me the creeps, uncle. Why are you even here? You hate the city.” Duke’s eyes squinted. He threw his pen in my direction. I dodged and the killer pen hit the wall and remained stuck there. “I said I hate the people in the city. And not the city itself, you brat. You should thank me. You are in the enemies’ territory and as the most loving uncle in the world, I’m staying here to make sure you won’t get assassinated in your sleep. Call me ancient one more time and I wouldn’t mind getting my revenge on you even if you are my favori

I clenched my fists tightly, my body boiling so hard. I have reunited with my long-lost family and what is left now is to repay all of their betrayal and seek justice for my dead child. Tears aren't the solution. Actions speak louder and that was what the Duke saw and exchanged some mysterious glare with Mrs Sullivan. “Is there any problem, Alexa?” Ma'am Cecile asked. “You don't seem to be yourself, Is there anything you want us to be aware of?” The Duke's voice came up immediately, thick and authoritative. “Is this about Justin? Tell me, is this about him?”

"Not really." The other drake's laugh is a short, harsh bark as he takes a seat on the deck. "Oh, you have misjudged me. I am doing all of this for the crown, you see. I have a mission for you, one that only you can do, but it requires your cooperation and trust. Can I trust you, Primus?" Growling, I take another large bite of bread. "No," I grunt. "I plan on slicing you open as soon as I get free of the box so that I can throw your dying corpse at the false queen's feet."