I'll Seduce The Northern Duke Novels & Stories

“There’s one condition, though. No contact with other men. No flirting. We need to make this look believable.” Her eyes narrowed at the last part. “Wait, what?” “No friends of the opposite sex,” he reiterated, his expression unreadable. “It’ll look suspicious if you’re hanging out with other guys while we’re supposedly engaged. And no sleeping around.” She stared at him, incredulous. “You can’t just—” “I can, and I will.” His voice cut through her objections, his gaze locking onto hers. “It’s part of the deal. Take it or leave it.”

Ryan was instantly silenced, his mouth opening and closing like a fish gasping for air. I looked directly at Marcus, the man I had once thought I loved more than life itself. "Marcus, I came down here not because I can't bear to leave you, but because I wanted to say some things to your face. Things you need to hear." Marcus's eyes filled with desperate hope again. "I, Catherine Blackwood, am a Duke's daughter who was beloved and cherished from the moment I was born. But because I was blind and stupid enough to fall for you, you trampled my dignity into the dirt and let a servant lord over me like I was nothing."

seduce? I jolted up from my seat with my eyes and mouth wide open. Seduce?! that's right! No matter how cold that person is, he's still a man! With just one smile from her, no one could take their eyes away from her! I clenched my fist and smirked. "Not even you, my duke. I'll make sure you will be enslaved with Victoria's beauty. Mark my word, I'll make you mine."

"My Lady? We are here to rescue you! The Duke has bewitched you with Northern sorcery... " "The Duke has done nothing but give me a home that doesn't smell of jasmine and betrayal!" I held up my hand, showing the blood-oath scar on my palm, now glowing faintly from the Thorne Chronology’s binding. "I am Elara Thorne, Duchess of the North. I am here by my own will, bound by my own blood. If you take one step closer to these gates, you aren't rescuing a lady, you are invading the home of a sovereign Duchess. That is not a rescue. It is an act of war against the Crown’s own vassals." “Ting.”

“The old Duke hasn’t shown his appearance yet, only the young duke.” “What? Isn’t he included with the delegation?” There are loopholes with the current situation. “Enough of those men, more importantly what the hell are they thinking of you?” Immediately his already frowning face gets more upset. “Haha , that I don’t know about myself.” Piquing the interest of the young duke, he has been persistently sending his servant to convince her to come along the North, in which to the eyes of others, it seems like he is pursuing Barrett more than the princess. It is definitely wrong.

"Oh, my ... I just wanted to step out for a short walk. Who would have thought the sole Duke of the Hera Empire would be playing with fire in such a secluded place like this?" At that exact moment, time seemed to freeze. The atmosphere around the garden bench instantly turned incredibly awkward. Derrick hurriedly pulled his hand out from beneath Aira's dress, standing up with a flushed face. He cleared his throat, attempting to regain his dignity. "Lady Vivianne. This is—" “The Northern wine is indeed quite intoxicating, Duke." "Right. It seems I have had a bit too much to drink.” “The night air is exceptionally cold, Duke. Please go and rest. I shall pretend this embarrassing incident never

Lady Genesis fastly grabs his collar as she roars, "are telling me to seduce those armies." Smirking mischievously, the Grand Duke raises both his hands in the air as he tries to sway the Lady, "why not? Men love seductively beauty like you, Lady Genesis." She snarls at him despite complementing her overall appearance. "Are you trying to instruct the Lady to distract them by seducing them while we sneakily pass by them?" Minister Williams tries to make things clear, yet the Grand Duke rills his eyes, for his plan is just too greedy.

The Duke backs out, busy studying the fairy. Roseanne, broken from his seductive spell, quickly backs to the furthest corner of the boat. She can hear Leo and Ezra’s boat behind them. Did they see what the Duke was doing to her? She blushes at the thought of them witnessing the Duke touching her chest like that. Not only was her so-called mate very manipulative but also perverted! The Duke chuckles at the fairy who is curiously studying her new masters. “Annamaria,” he says. “Let us call her Annamaria.”

There was a sick sense of finality in the air. The former Duke of the North—the man once praised as a noble war hero and the father of a gifted girl—had now aligned himself with the South’s most dangerous traitors. Duke Edmond raised his goblet again, his grin far too wide. “To new beginnings,” he said, clinking his cup against Orrick’s with a hollow chime. Veyren said nothing. He simply adjusted his coat and opened the door, letting the stormy air blast through the lodge for a brief second as he left to prepare the horses. He didn’t need to speak—he already knew their departure would leave no trace.

I greeted her as I curtsied. Her name is Morticia Chase Whistleton, the Duchess of the Northern territory, the wife of the Grand Duke and the mother of Sir. Damian. “May you be guided by the Guardians of the North… Gale, who is she and why is she wearing my old clothes?” the Duchess asked.