Duke Please Stop Because It Hurts Novels & Stories

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

He looked down at her, his expression no longer angry, but coldly, clinically insane. "But first," he said, his voice flat and dead. "We purge the sickness." Then he kicked her. It wasn't a wild kick of rage. It was a slow, deliberate, measured act of profound cruelty. His boot connected with her belly with a sickening, final thud. A white hot flash of pain exploded through her, so immense it stole her breath and her voice. The scream caught in her throat, silent and huge. All the air was knocked out of her. She curled into a tight ball, a deep, cramping, tearing pain ripping through her insides. It was more than pain. It was a death. It was everything being violently torn away.

I snap, not in the mood for his shit while Rory is trembling in my lap. "Oohhhh," Duke draws out, chuckling. "So it's official now? You guys are finally..." "Dude, please, just fucking do it," I cut him off, pinching the bridge of my nose. The humor leaves Duke's voice, replaced by concern. "Wait, what's actually going on? Is she okay?"

“That girl was a solution! You need to stop sabotaging this!” “The only solution I need is one that doesn’t make me want to claw my own eyes out. Next.” The last girl scurries out like she’d rather be anywhere but listening to our back-and-forths. For an agonizing long second, it’s just the two of us and the hum of Lewis Capaldi crooning “Someone You Loved” from the corner speaker. The irony isn’t lost on me.

He asked. Duke finally learned about it. Grey and his cousins are going hunting because they wanted to embarrass him. Turns out, Grey’s werewolf power is slowly surfacing. And using that power, they wanted to humiliate him in front of the other members of the pack. Duke understood Grey’s intentions. “Let them be.” He said, without worry. “But big brother-”

“You the only one I'm tryna make love to, pickin' and choosin'. They ain't really love you, runnin' games, usin'. All your stupid exes, they gon' call again. Tell 'em that a real nigga steppin' in. Don't let them niggas try you. Test your patience. Tell 'em that it's over, ain't no debatin'! All you need is me playin' on your playlist. You ain't gotta be frustrated. I don't wanna play no games, play no games. Fuck around, give you my last name. Know you tired of the same damn thing. That's okay 'cause, baby, you-“. “Well damn”, says Gabe. “I guess they are fucking”! Bo suddenly starts choking on his beer and Courtney pounds at his back as she pales. Bo grabs his beer again from the table in

Duke Andrew couldn't fulfill his promise to Ariana, or protect the Sigmund Kingdom as the Duke of Alison anymore. “Your … Grace ….” When Duke Andrew heard James' voice, the light returned to those dull eyes as he tried to look up, though his body was no longer moving. Not far from his body, James was trying to crawl toward him. Every time the man advanced, a stream of blood shot out of one of his missing arms. James crawled at a very slow pace until he finally arrived in front of the Duke. “Please forgive me … Because I can't protect you or help you to keep your promise with Lady Aria.”

Pancras station in Starbucks, which she knew was just up from the subway. Today she would live like an average person, going out with a friend and having a pleasant time with her daughter. She was not going to stay in that awful flat, with a man who demanded food, demanded she go to the shop for more Strongbow and made her listen to his ridiculous ideas about being a duke. She laughed to herself she had seen the duke, she had met the duke. There was no way on God's earth that Grant could ever be a duke whether he was the son of one or not.

“Touch her and I will hunt you to the ends of the earth. There is nowhere you can hide.” Damian laughed softly. “You still don’t understand. This was never about money or your empire. This is about making you suffer the way you made me suffer. And I’ve only just begun. Enjoy your little victory, Kane. It will be your last.” The line went dead. Silence blanketed the office. Lucian pulled me onto his lap, burying his face in my neck, breathing me in like he was afraid I’d disappear. “I won’t let him near you,” he vowed, voice rough. “Not you. Not our baby.”