Love Advice From The Duke Of Hell 소설 & 이야기

“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 speaks and his voice is now gentle, all the bitterness from his voice now vanished, replaced with a genuine feeling of care and gentleness. The man leans down, his hair brushing against my face slowly, his forehead resting against mine, his hand cupping and holding my cheek with his gloved hand. “I promise, nothing will ever come to harm you ever again-” he whispers, and my heart fills with an odd fuzzy and warm feeling that spreads slowly, like ivy, into my ribcage, and seeps into my veins, carrying this feeling all over within my body, spreading it like wildfire, until my cheeks heat slowly and my eyes swell with tears.

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?"

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.

"I am the Duke." "You?" For one long moment, utter bewilderment was writ large across her delightful countenance. For the life of her, Margaret could not use her surprise. How could this man, of all men, be the Duke? Aside from he fact he was far too young to have been a crony if her father's, the gentleman before her was unquestionably a rake. And a rake of the first order, to boot. Whether the dark-browned, harsh-featured face wig its aquiline nose and firm mouth and chin or the lazy assurance with which he had entered the room had contributed to her reading of his character, she could not have said. But the calmly arrogant way his intensely blue eyes had roved from the top of her curls al

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—“ “Are you crazy?! His loyalty is without a doubt dedicated to the Emperor! Even the ants on the street know about this deep devotion! How can you say something so absurd?!” I inhaled deeply and gave out a sigh. I know it’s not easy to convince him--not just him but everyone on my side. Who would consider such a ridiculous idea? It's like I'm indirectly committing suicide.

“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.”