Novel & Cerita Love Advice From The Duke Of Hell

“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.

he warns, grabbing me by my throat and lifting me up with harshness. Once to my feet, his face nears mine, his sick brown eyes pinning mine, his lips still curled into that demented smile as he holds me, well aware he is choking me. My hands both go to his wrist, gripping it and trying to make him let go of me. “And by the time we’re one in front of God-” he paused, leaning further in, breathing in my scent, “-you’ll be nothing but an obedient servant of me, and God.” he seemed proud of himself to say this, to think he had this power over me.

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.

But that was the plan, right? I let go of my hair and lowered my head. My silent cries turned to small sobs until all I could hear was my voice crying in the whole room. I barely receive love and affections, and now that I have finally received it, here I am preparing to throw it away from me for its own safety. Duke is a primordial lycan. He might be strong and powerful, but they can outnumber him and kill him. I'm afraid that even his own pack won't be able to help him out if that happens.

"I really loved you." "No, you didn't," the Duke spat back, his voice raw with an old, unhealed anger. "Remember the vows you took. Remember how you became the Goddess of Punishment." Lydia's hand twitched toward the scar at her wrist before she caught herself. "Is this how you pay me back for that sacrifice?"

“This is a delicate situation. The Duke is the tipping point of the rogues going against the crown. The Duke deciding to side with them would be disastrous.” “So you leave one poor soul, a human, to prolong the inevitable?” Sadie growled at her mate. A whimper left the giant’s lips, his eyes softening at his mate. “I’m just stating facts love, I don’t like it either. It is just wise we have concrete evidence. I can’t imagine why the Duke would be her mate and torture her like that, but some people, like vampires, are evil enough to do it,” Seth rubbed Sadie’s arm, defeated.

My sister and I were both reborn on the very day the marriage pacts were to be chosen. In our previous life, she was the one who married Adrian, the Black-Armored Duke whose reputation for cold brutality struck fear into all. She endured his indifference until she was cast out and sent back to the Vere family in disgrace. I married Lucian, the White Knight, gentle and gracious as carved jade. I wore the Duchess's coronet and became the envy of all. She was consumed by jealousy, convinced I had stolen her true love. So she killed me. And so, this time around, she rushed ahead of everyone else, personally tying the white stag ribbon that represented Lucian, shoving the Black Wolf that everyone

I shivered and scorned myself for getting heated at such a bad hour. "No, I do not mean or imply that, sweetheart. Listen, dear, I have known Duke longer than you, unfortunately, and one thing is for sure: he never cheats. He may be a flirt, but he never cheats once he's committed to you. And you yourself are aware that he liked you first before the rest of us, so chill, mate. I believe it's a misunderstanding." He unhooked his arm around me, coming to stand between Duke and me, well, between if you'd put it that way.

“This may sound absurd but….. I'm thinking of marrying Duke Vel Lavite.” “WHAT?!” He jumped up from his seat and protested loudly. I waved my hands to calm him down as I continued “I know it’s ridiculous but no one knows this world better than I do. I know what the duke is up to and the image he is creating right now is just a façade for his long-awaited reve—“

“He branded you with desperation. I can still taste it. But what he built on fear… I can rebuild with power.” I jerked back, breath catching. “Don’t touch me.” He smiled faintly, withdrawing his hand. “Not yet.” The room felt smaller. The walls seemed to pulse. The runes glowed a faint crimson before fading again. My mind screamed get out get out get out, but my body wouldn’t move. Duke rose to his full height, every inch of him composed, calm. “I know what you saw hurt you,” he said. “That was the point. Pain teaches faster than words. It makes loyalty real.”