Duke Please Stop Because It Hurts Novels & Stories

Friendship, shaped quietly, without drama. Halfway through the second cup, her face shifts, just slightly. The clink of porcelain meets the table. A quiet weight settles where laughter had been. “I feel I must speak to you about something,” she begins, her warm brown eyes full of sympathy. “It’s about the Duke. I… I wouldn’t normally interfere, but seeing you here, and knowing what I know… I would hate for you to be hurt.” A shiver runs down my back, slow and sharp. You’re not making sense - explain

Now…… “My lady, even if you cannot count on anyone else, I am always available to help you. I think it’s about time we send servants from your father’s house” “NO!” her reply was immediate and sharp, surprising the men. “Why don’t you want your servants to come? It’s a custom…….” “I understand your concerns, Bastian, Gerald, but if you send in the servants after seeing my condition, the duke would certainly think they are spies from father. The servants of the duke’s home are not as generous as he is so I fear they may be treated unjustly or perhaps killed. I am fine. I don’t need blood sacrifices on my head”

However, it seemed the Duke was quite capable of conversing intelligently while negotiating the chaos of the London streets. "I trust Guile's has met with your approval thus far?" "Oh, yes. They've been most helpful," returned Margaret. "Where you able to clarify the matter of our guardianship? Felix was unable to suppress a smile at her directness. He nodded, his attention temporarily claimed by the off-side horse which had decided to take exception to a monkey dancing on the pavement, accompanied by an accordion player.

A reminder to myself of why this would never have worked. ***************** 5 years earlier “Is someone going to explain to me what the fuck is going on here?!” Duke roared, his voice vibrating around the room, full of disgust, anger and hurt I scrambled away from my dad, standing on my feet in front of Duke, a pathetic, pleading look on my face. I didn’t care. I wouldn’t let him slip between my fingers, not now we had found each other. “Duke, this isn’t what it looks like, you have to believe me!” I sobbed, grabbing hold if his hands and holding them tightly to me, my heart almost jumping out of my chest with relief when he didn’t snatch them away from me

So she decided to close her eyes. To close her heart she smiled brightly as if nothing was wrong. Nothing happened. Prathvik tried to touch her but she moved back. There was a time when his touches could melt her, always craving for him but not now. Now, his touches were making her vomit. "Baby", Prathvik called her and tried to grab her in his arms. "I can't let you touch me ever again", Dua told him whose heart froze at her statement. .. .. Thank you ShineeSunshine ❤️

“Why hurt me at every chance you get? I understand I'm nothing more to you than a worthless slave but still, I don't deserve to be treated this way.” Alpha Gunner approached me, hovering over me with his towering height. “What are you talking about? I've grown fond of you since I bought you. Causing you great pains gives me a satisfying sense of pleasure I've never felt before. I enjoyed torturing you, so much Kylie.” My eyes widened at his words. This man was a sadist. He enjoys my suffering. It boosts his dopamine when I bleed and cry my eyes out. “I don't want this anymore, Alpha Gunner,” I said, feeling tears rolling down my eyes. “It's best you kill me now. Just end my suffering.”

Ryder’s POV Damien didn’t hold back, not that I expected him to. I was walking with Zach toward the library one after when the bastard appeared again, and I almost choked in the urge to immediately punch him. “Zach, I know you said the project is really intense but that’s I really want to do something nice for you, I booked us a table at The Anchor for Friday. Just say yes. You deserve a break from all this project stress and everything else.”

Ryder Lila swallowed hard. Her voice came out small and shaky. “But I can’t help it. I can’t—” “You have to!” I cut in, louder than I meant to. My eyes widened as the words rushed out. “Please. You know it can never work between us.” She stood up slowly. Her movements were careful, like she was afraid the floor might crack under her. “Why not?” I shifted back instinctively. “Stop, Lila.” I shook my head and raised my hand, palm out, taking a step away from her. “Just… fucking stop. Fuck!” The word tore out of me sharper than I intended. It echoed in the quiet room.

And so, Duke Iris went back to work, went back to his old cheery self and became the life of the party again, just like he always did. “But, why did my grandfather, the Duke Iris, turn into that?” I asked in a whisper. Unsure of it was a question better asked to His Majesty the King or someone else, but the King gave his speculations still. “I would like to believe that it was the sorrow that made him that. Having lost someone that we cherish and love so much will destroy us one way or another, and in different paces and time. I would like to think that the sorrow caught up to him and made him that. He crumbled and the only solace that he found was on was his on actions, the alcohol and mome

Then I started speaking. "I can't do this Alex, I'm not meant for relationship. I love you too much it hurts. And I can't deal with it, I can't deal with watching you get hurt. I'm done Alex, I'm so fucking done." I could feel that he was tense, as he kept on hugging me not letting me go.