Dukes Of Ruin Novels & Stories

MAYA The house was too quiet. It had been six months since the metal of the car crumpled like paper. Six months since the world I built out of lies fell apart in a spray of shattered glass and screaming tires. I was the one who survived. I was the one who woke up from the coma. But sometimes, when I look at the empty space in our bed or the way Liam looks at his phone, I think the wrong person died that night.

But curiosity had always been my fatal flaw. ‎ ‎My fingers trembled as I approached a shelf, drawn to a black folder with a photograph sticking out. I quickly turned on my flashlight to see a man in an expensive suit shaking hands with another figure whose face was circled in red ink. Notes scrawled in Daniel’s sharp handwriting covered the margins: “offshore accounts, money laundering, eliminate loose ends.” ‎ ‎The blood in my veins turned to ice water. ‎

A sick smile decorated his face as if truly he did truly enjoy imagining that. “It’s a really fucked up situation.” He said, letting out a breathy laugh. “You father takes the most important thing from them. Your dad kills himself too quickly to have paid for his crime. Which I doubt would have covered up for the loss. Adrian is forced to run very hot and cold towards his archenemies daughter, he could indirectly hate you and yet you’re still the one girl who reminds him closely of what the good old past was like…such a battle. I chewed over what he said. The quiet weighed heavy with the words that had just been uttered. I wet my dry lips with my tongue before speaking.

"Burn it to the ground, Kirrily. Strip the Vance name off every building in Sydney. If my father built this empire on a lie, and my mother is using your sister as a bargaining chip to keep her seat, then let it burn." He leaned closer, his breath warm against my mouth. "Four years ago I thought this company was my legacy. I was a fool. You and Toby were the only real thing I ever had. If losing the firm is the price of keeping you safe, I'll stand in the ashes with you gladly." A tear slid down my cheek, hot and fast. For four years I'd hated him. I'd fed my rage on the memory of his cold face in the storm. But sitting here now, his hand over mine on the trigger of his own ruin, I understood

the duke said, already agitated. James clasped his hands together, a cruel, sadistic look on his face. "You know how it goes, Sir, a contract is a contract." "If you're so sure this will hold up and The Crimson Mercenaries will stand with you-" "Oh, I am. They've already joined my ranks. Copia has the superior army and weaponry. Do you still think I'm going to lose, Your Grace?" "You're bluffing." Not taking his eyes off of Duke Maine, cool and confident, he picked up his phone and handed it to Duke Maine.

Charli D’Amico never expected to become the captive of a Syndicate kingpin. Elijah Holder is the Head of the Snake. Ruthless, powerful, and feared by everyone who knows his name. He is her captor. She should hate him. She should want nothing more than to escape. Instead, Charli falls hopelessly in love with the man holding her prisoner, pulling her sisters into a world of dangerous men. Because sometimes the most dangerous man in the room is the one who makes you feel safest.

"Is there any chance my father knows about it?" "Unlikely. The entrance was sealed with Daevari magic. Only someone of my blood can open it, and as far as anyone knows, I'm the last of my kind." Eron moved away from the window and sat in the chair across from me, his movements careful and deliberate. "But getting there will be the problem. The ruins are in the Blackthorn Range, high in the mountains. The only path passes within sight of three Crescent Fang outposts." "So we'd have to sneak through territory crawling with my father's soldiers, climb a mountain, break into an ancient vault, and get back out again. All while Aldrich is preparing for war and probably expecting me to try somethin

"I'll activate every clone in Geneva. I'll—" A silver-tipped cane impaled her chest from behind. The whimpering director—armless, bleeding out—smiled through bloody teeth as Rachel gasped. "You...*traitor*..." He twisted the stake. "No, madam. Just a better hunter." Anna reached Rachel as she collapsed. For a heartbeat, they looked like mirror images—the woman who'd died protecting her child, and the one who'd sold her soul for power. Anna's claws hovered at Rachel's throat.

one of the females shouted. Duke’s voice was calm, evil even, as he kicked the body aside. “Relax. I did this for everyone. It’s simple—you kill us, or we kill you. I chose the latter.” “You just started a war between the hunters and the werewolves,” Ruth said coldly. The people Duke had killed were hunters sent to negotiate with the werewolves, to set boundaries and prevent further bloodshed. But Duke had ignored it all, killing his own allies. The male hunter stared at the two women beside him, helpless.

The Lunur Kingdom was divided into four regions and was govern by four Grand Dukes and the land was managed by the castle. Every regions has unique cultural heritage depending on the Duke who governs the place. Duke Hassan was a duke of the marshlands. It was a place barely reached by sunlight and was very dark. The place was also home of poisonous plants and animals so no one truly go there. Simply said, the Duke of Marshlands has fallen from grace. However, the prince fancy him so he was safeguarded by his knights. When he found him missing from the mansion, he urgently sent people to look for him.