I'll Seduce The Northern Duke Novels & Stories

"Sorry, I can't give respect to those who don't know how to give it back." "You fuc--" Right before Princess Celine could even say another word, the halls became busy. Everyone gave their respects to the prince who walked in their direction. The prince quickly gave his greetings with a blank expression on his face. He's looking very unimpressed and uninterested. But he saw the table where the three princesses were. He could see how Seri's nostrils were still flared; it looked like it was from anger. And Princess Celine, looking like she just got scammed, stood beside her, fuming with hatred. He knew instantly what he had to do to at least entertain himself that morning.

Nero's uninterested eyes stare at the Duke with pure arrogance. "I'm still talking to Lady Alicia." Duke Molten's eyes are full of disgust, eyeing Nero. He is angry by the rude guard remarks. Insolence of interrupting a noble! but even after he used an intimidation spell Nero didn't budge but in contrast he became icy cold. "The Lady needs to be back to the academy. I'm afraid forcing a lady is not an act of a gentleman Duke." Nero is polite but his intention to get rid of the Duke is obvious. His face has no emotion just like the time when he killed Dilon in the dungeon. The Duke flinched by the sharpness of the mere guard.

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

"Good. I hope you know enough not to play games with me. I love you and I could never harm you. As for your sister, I have no feelings towards her. Maybe if you treat me well as your fiancee, I'll develop some warm feelings for her. She'll be my sister in law after all." This woman was delusional if she thought I was going to play her game. I was just playing along for now. As soon as I got my sister, I would devise ways to get her arrested and charged for all the crimes she had committed. After thirty minutes of bantering with Carolina, I was relieved to see a car pulling in to the church's compound. It was black. I walked towards it as one of the men inside came out and opened the back doo

he said. I laughed, tired and raw. “You didn’t have to—” He was already off, racing the road, tiny legs pumping. I stood there a moment and pressed the carving into my palm. Kath nosed me in the mind, pleased. ‘That was cute and refreshing.’ she purred. I stuffed the charm and the carved bat into the pocket at my waist and pressed on. That bloody Duke wanted the North’s secret. He wanted whatever lay beneath Vladimyr’s soil. He was not interested in the common folk (I guess I should thank the Moon Goddess because of this)---unless their bones were part of the puzzle.

“There's scotch and glasses behind you.” The Duke stood and turned. He grinned as he saw the scotch. “The good stuff, eh?” “I don't go cheap,” Freddie told him. “Two fingers, please.” “This stuff is my weakness,” the Duke said. The room was quiet as the Duke poured out two glasses. He gave Freddie the requested two fingers, and himself three. “I'm going to be blunt.” Freddie leaned back in his chair, cool and relaxed. He sipped on his scotch, but barely had any. “I want to marry your daughter for political reasons.”

If he preferred tall, curvy brunettes with caramel skin and brown eyes, then I clearly didn't fit the mold, not even one bit. I forced myself to stop biting my nails nervously and concentrate on their conversation. "Well, I wouldn't read too much into it," I heard the Duke say to her. "You probably don't check his boxes for marriage, and that has nothing to do with your hair or skin color." "But how can he judge anything about me when he wouldn't spare a minute to talk to me? Like the last time we met, for example," she continued explaining, giving a good show of her bubble butt as she bent down to grab her panties. "I found out he was going to be at Faust Park, so I waited for him at the pa

Soft music from the hidden speakers echoed across the room but couldn’t hide the hushed whispers and excited giggles from the ladies seated in front. Today was the day. The beautiful bride walked up to the altar trembling with anticipation and determination and her father right beside her; this was the day she had been waiting for. Even as she was serious, she couldn’t help but take glances at the decor that Beverly had chosen. It was beautiful. As she let go of her father’s hand, Arya went up to the altar and stood in front of Ryker, her bridesmaids behind her.

That’s why I always stayed on my track. “One more thing.” He cleared his throat with exaggerated dignity. “Tell my daughter *you* were the one who seduced me. Will you do that?” A bitter chuckle tried to escape amid the hurt. I nodded. Who was I to refuse? “Alright. Bring my food here.”