Dukes Of Ruin Novels & Stories

When he finally came home, all the anger I’d been swallowing for months came spilling out. It was a knock-down, drag-out fight — the kind that leaves you trembling long after it’s over. Words that could never be taken back, tears that wouldn’t stop. And somewhere in the middle of it all, we called it quits. But of course, nothing was ever simple. He refused to move out. The home — a small, rent-controlled place that had been given to me and my children — suddenly became another battlefield. And there I was again, standing in the ruins of another promise, trying to figure out how to keep my babies safe while the walls around me cracked.

Kane said. “Absolutely not,” Asher added. I burst out laughing. “Oh no, no, no. Suddenly I love this plan.” Kane glared. “You just said we’re too crazy in the same space.” “Yes, but now that you both hate it, I feel healed.” Asher pointed at Dante. “This is sabotage.” Dante’s expression didn’t change. “It’s strategy.” “It’s evil strategy.” “It will work,” Ryker said, and his eyes met mine briefly. “Kane is direct power. Asher is chaos and infiltration. Together, they cover two sides of your world.”

This used to be my life, the little boy that I was, waking up every day to this filth. Young girls walk around naked, their bodies on display like decorations. They carry trays filled with drinks and drugs, offering them to men and women dressed in expensive suits and silk. Elegance on the outside, rot underneath. “Suits and silk are made for the devil,” I mutter under my breath. Dwayne keeps talking beside me, shouting over the noise. “The masters are here, but even I don’t know who they are,” he says. “Could be anyone in this room. One of them… or all of them.”

Why would someone want to become a Duke? Dukes were immortal so they lost all of their families. They did not have a pack and could only have territories by assignment. They could not impede on a territory without an invitation. And they could not use much of their monstrous power unless they were under a king. And even if they had a king, they still had to be in servitude. For someone like Jorgsten, the cons outweighed the pros by far. So why would we… The ground shook a bit as dynamite exploded in the distance.

Rowan wanted Violet, he wanted to kidnap her and steal what belonged to me. “You chose the wrong fucking day to play games with me, Moretti," I growled to the empty room, pulling a fresh, black button-down shirt over my shoulders. I left the top two buttons undone, not caring about protocol. I didn't back down from wars; I finished them. Ten minutes later, I tore through the gates of the Greco compound. The sight of it alone reminded me of my hatred for this family, Leonardo hid behind pillar of old money pretending like his hands weren’t covered in the same exact filth as ours.

He spread his hands slightly then his face turned at the sound of the door. “Oh, there he is. You'll all be interning directly under him,” he said. I turned to the door and my heart stopped dead in my chest. No, this can't be. It can't be. “Everyone, meet my son and the heir to the Santiago enterprise,” Eduardo reiterated, with a proud smile on his face. The familiar stranger of the other night walked in, dressed up in a two-piece pitch black suit that reflected the jet black color of his hair and emphasised the rare grey color of his eyes.

"No. No! This can't be happening to me!" Lucas yelled, his voice filled with panic. Although he had been the CEO, that didn't change the fact that he had looted from the company. If they dug deeper, they would find out. And if they found out, they would seize all his assets. Right on cue, the car halted in front of his mansion. He stormed out of the car, ignoring the greetings from the household staff. "I'm ruined. Damn it, Violet! I'll make you pay," Lucas swore under his breath as he marched toward Josephine's personal room.

"So tell me all the details, did you all succeed in killing Victor and putting his house on fire?" Derius, the duke of Maxwell duchy, said to one of the shadow knights he ordered – who was kneeling and bowing in front of the duke’s back. The duke, on the other hand, looked at the outside underground market built in his room as his own built property beside a café

I only had little lights here coming from the outside but it is enough for me to see. An evil laughed coming from him disturbed the silence of the place. “You are destroying my image! I am Duke Grey, a CEO of the famous Earl Grey and you are ruining my reputation!” He yelled angrily. I smirked. “You are the one who destroyed yourself from the first place, Duke.” I replied and goes out in the room because they aren't there and take the other room. I take a glimpsed on the next room but they wasn't inside. There are only three doors here in the second floor and I guess they were in the last room. I slowly head there making a steps without a sound that will trigger my presence.