I'll Seduce The Northern Duke の小説・ストーリー

Not with Daddy Nick’s Mercedes waiting like a pumpkin carriage as midnight strikes. I’ve been telling her all week about my curfew. I didn’t say it like that, that it’s a curfew, just that we have plans. Plans. We do have plans. Nick is going to take me shopping for a Christmas party dress tomorrow once the birthday celebration is done and dusted. He always says birthday celebration in that tone now when it comes to Kelly Anne. He says everything in that funny tone when it comes to Kelly Anne.

Beatrice asked, staring at her sister that had worn a thick dress and a front corset that stopped just below her front cleavage making her look like one of that Councilwoman that visits the Lord only to lure the man to bed. "Why are you wearing that? Are you trying to seduce the man?" Beatrice asked to see her sister roll her eyes. "The Lord is not the one I aim for but the Duke of Nalish. Ha! the man is everything one would want in a man." "And this is your best way to take the man? Seduce him?" She asked to see her sister and nodded. "He is a fine man, and I am a fine woman. Who gave the rules to not seduce?" Melinda asked.

“Do I need to sharpen my knives for the Northern Dukes, too?” “The Northern Dukes are pragmatists,” Clyde replies, his hand sliding up my back to rest between my shoulder blades, guiding me toward the buffet. “They don’t care about St. Lawrence. They care about whether you can manage a supply chain during a blizzard. After this morning’s Blessing, they’re already half-convinced you’re a reincarnation of the Great Frost queens.”

“Killing me won’t change the fact that everyone knows Rosetta is the true heir to everything your greed desires.” Nia, her chest heaving with effort, mustered the strength to glare at the Duke. “You’re a coward,” she spat, her voice defiant despite her pain. “Hiding behind your power while destroying everyone around you!” The Duke’s face contorted with rage, his hand raised as if to strike her, but Vivienne stepped forward, placing a hand on his arm. “Save the fun for the ball,” she whispered, her tone dripping with mockery. The Duke paused, his lips curled into a dark grin as he lowered his hand. “You’re right,” he said, his gaze shifting back to Nia. “Tonight, we’ll make this a spectacle t

“And you already decided you’re coming home with us, so there’s no point wasting energy pretending otherwise.” Juliette’s jaw dropped. She half-laughed, half-choked. “Wow. At least let a woman have some pride.” Duke moved like a fucking viper one second surveying the room, the next his hand was in her hair, threading through those thick dark strands and tilting her head back just the way I’d fantasized about earlier. Then he angled her toward me and dipped low, whispering in her ear, “Who needs pride when you could be coming in five minutes?”

"My mother…" "She is already safe, in a house in the north," the Duke told him. Ilian could only laugh at the shamelessness of that man. He had made his move even before Ilian had agreed to his request. "However…" the Duke looked at him with grave eyes, "you can't continue in the battle, the tournament." "I understand," Ilian bowed, he knew that the squad the Duke was grouping was of extreme secrecy, there was no need for him to let out all of his power and techniques right there for the recruiters and families to be analyzed. One fight with the Duke was enough.

Her hands suddenly fidgety beside her. ‘I am not going to let you do that, Lucien, she has to’ I was in front of her in an instant, my hands slowly tightening around her neck as I watched her struggle for breath. My body shivered with a strange satisfaction as her body wriggled under my strong hold. ‘I am beginning to wonder if I am still the Duke, or if you have taken over’ My vision turned red and blurry as I looked down at her shrinking form. ‘Pl-p-pl-ea-se-ee,’ she tried to mouth, but my hands only tightened even more around her neck.

I asked him, saving him no face. I saw his face turn red and then turned to almost a shade of purple due to his anger. "Saintess, I don't think that's the way you should talk to your father." Duke Bartlett reprimanded me. "Duke Bartlett, I didn't know that this is a family dinner and not a meeting with higher ranking officials." I replied. "Alright. Enough of that. It was our lack of foresight for not checking if the dragon is really in the northern forest or if there are other dragons. I will send someone to personally check this information." His Majesty stated.

The questions in her head came one after the other. He was no ordinary man. Charles de Norcrosse,the Duke of Carlisle. He was rumoured to be the most powerful man in the realm, save for the King. Many said he was almost as powerful as the King and that he was friends with the same; a man expelling both powerful grace and wealth in large amounts; young and on the verge of bachelorhood, if rumours were any to go by. A man the ladies of the gentry were violently after, who she had heard, was engaged, though not sure.

I applied a light make-up and switched out my sandals with the new pair of heels Jame sent, and went to my car and drove off to Pascinis to have dinner with the King. My King. Who was trying to bribe me with things I wanted in order to...woe me. Woe me indeed. _____________________________________________________________________________________________________