I Will Protect The Duke This Time Novels & Stories

“You aren’t breaking anyone’s heart. No one has to know that this whole thing is fake. Also, no matter what you say, they’ll assume that I get bored of you. If you want to go through with this revenge, you have to marry me. You have to be the one who tames the wild duke.” Katherine rolled her eyes. “You are not a duke yet. You’re an earl.” “True but I don’t think saying you’re the one who tames the wild ‘soon to be’ a duke sounds great.” She laughed. Damn it, even when he drove her crazy, he still managed to get her smile. “Well that isn’t just a step, that’s a leap right there,” he commented, one corner of his mouth rose and formed a charming, lopsided smile.

the duke drawled with deepening amusement, "if I grow sufficiently interested to concern myself in that particular area of your education. And perhaps, you will learn it on your own, and you seem to have learned other, less useful bits of knowledge." By this time, Jonathan was furious, and his rage showed in his expressive blue eyes. If he hadn't suspected that the duke would only be amused by it, he would have called him out for insulting his sister. Yet he knew that to call out a man who was his guardian would be a definite breach of any etiquette. Besides which, victory was not certain, nor probable. Turning back to Cassy, Eastland inquired politely, "Have we done with protestations now,

Silence hung heavy for a minute, giving me a chance to slip out of the closet. Maybe I could crawl under the bed. Or maybe not, ugh! Footsteps again. Stifling a groan, I scurried back into the cramped closet, leaving the door a sliver open for eavesdropping. This Trevor fellow, unlike the Duke with his dark, brooding presence, was all sunshine and golden curls. Built smaller than the Duke, he couldn't have been much older than me. Yet, here he was, wanting to share hushed tones with the enigmatic Duke. A spark of hope ignited within me. This conversation, shrouded in secrecy, could be the key to making Lawrence happy.

She whispers, “Even the queen bees.” “I see. What about the other guy?” I asked, hyping Micah, “I’m sure the other guy is his best friend.” “You’re not wrong. Wayne Duke, the childhood friend of Joshua. Also, the student council Vice President. Unlike Joshua, he is more outgoing and easier to talk to,” answered Micah. “Have you heard of the recent rumor?” Soleil asked Micah. “About what? Oh, You mean them being in the mafia,” Micah rolled her eyes and shook her head. “Impossible. I don’t think they are.”

Duke Hugin said and I was surprised. The attack must've been really bad if they got in the castle. "Then are they still attacking outside? I don't hear any fighting." WIschard said worriedly. "No, the fighting stopped the day before." The young man answered. "If the fighting stopped then what are we doing here?" I asked and the Duke sighed sadly. "The truth is my granddaughter was kidnapped by those monsters." Duke Hugin replied and we were shocked to hear that. "Please help me get my daughter back. She's the only one my wife has left me." The young man said tearfully.

she said forcefully, gazing at the three faced fixed on hers, "is, unless I miss my guess, precisely what His Grace intends is to do." "So he's agreed to present us so we can find husbands?" asked Emma. Again Margaret nodded. "I think it bothers him, to have four wards." She smiled in reminiscence, then added, "And from what I've seen if the ton thus far, I suspect the present Duke as our protector may well be a distinct improvement over the previous incumbent. I doubt we'll have to fight off the fortune-hunters." Sine minutes ticked by in silence as they considered their new guardian. Then Margaret stood and shook out her skirts. She took a few steps into the room before turning to address

It is a smart move on Soren’s part, one that will be sure to save me in the future. “I will talk to your Beta about getting my men new uniforms, then,” the Duke pauses before speaking up once again, “I trust you, Soren, to keep our princess safe. We just got her back and cannot risk losing her again.” “Of course. I will protect her,” Soren immediately responds, a hint of defensiveness in his words. I listen to their conversation, which has just ended, and listen as the Duke exits the lakeside villa, their murmurs fading into silence as Soren crosses the room back over to me. He settles into the chair beside me and lets out a tired sigh.

"They're coming for you, Victoria. Lord Thomas won’t stop until he has you back." Victoria clenched her fists, frustration boiling inside her. "How long can we keep this up? How long can you keep protecting me?" He stepped closer, his eyes burning with intensity. "As long as it takes. I won’t let him get his hands on you again." Before she could respond, a loud bang reverberated through the mansion. A crash of glass followed, and the sound of hurried footsteps echoed outside the room. "We need to move," the Duke said, his tone urgent. "Now."

I moved to my bed and fell forwards, my legs no longer able to hold me up. Duke chuckled, before following me, laying down by my side, my head ending up on his chest so I could hear his heart racing against my ear. “I know why you have to… but I wish you didn’t have to go.” His voice was so low, I almost didn't hear it. “I’ve got a club to run, Duke,” I replied, my voice low. “I can’t not go.” “I know…” He rubbed his face. “Part of me still wants to protect you like it did when we were younger, even though I know you’re more than capable of protecting yourself, in fact, you’d probably do a better job of it than I would.”

The most beautiful woman in the world is crying and being held by a Warlock. Duke- Kill him. Me- We need her to like us. Duke- Kill him, mark her, done deal. Me- She was the boys' mate. Any idea the hell they will feel if I mark her. Duke- Serves them right. “You will NOT hurt him,” She speaks with authority. An Alpha, nice. I almost want to comply, but Duke is so near the surface. “I won’t hurt him, if he lets you go,” I promise, ignoring Duke and forcing him down.