Love Advice From The Duke Of Hell Novels & Stories

I was feeling strong and powerful, having come out of a fight with a vampire unscathed. “Stop it! You were lucky and that’s it. Don’t go looking for trouble.” He yelled at me and I was mad at him. How could he belittle Heli and my strength like that. He wasn’t there, he didn't see us. “You have no idea how dangerous a vampire can be when close to death. Luke is surrounded by vampires right now. He's with one of the strongest vampires. We need to avoid Luke as much as we can, not try to fight him. No matter how much either of us wants to kill him.” I sighed rolling my eyes at him, realizing I wasn’t going to win this one with him.

I decided to stay hidden and listen. "He's messing with her heart. Doesn't he know that she loves him? She's saving all her firsts for him. He's always in her face, making her miserable. She told me she wishes she could find someone else, but she loves him. He's so blind. I saw how he looked at Duke when you first spoke to her, asking her out for me. He kept growling when she said no; he smiled. I knew she'd turn me down because she was waiting for something to happen between her and Sage. She needs to move on, and he's no good for her. I want her to be happy." Guy says to Duke. Slagging me off.

"You're both waiting for the other to break first. Too proud to admit you made a mistake." "We made a lot of mistakes." "Then make one more. Call her. Apologize. Beg if you have to." Duke pulled his hand away. "She kissed Marcus. Then I slept with Isabella. There's no coming back from that." "Says who? You? Her?" Axel shook his head. "I've never seen two people more in love or more determined to be miserable." "Maybe miserable apart is better than toxic together." "Keep telling yourself that." Axel headed for the door. "But Duke? At some point, you're going to have to choose. Pride or happiness. You can't have both."

“Finding a mate should make you proud, not turn you into a softie.” I let the jab slide. He wouldn’t understand. A few weeks ago, I was him. Worse. I mocked every guy who fell under the bond. Now I was the one unable to breathe without Mabel. The Moon Goddess must be laughing, forcing me to eat every word. “Repeat those lines to yourself when you meet your mate,” I told him. “You’ll see how wrong you are.” Adrian snorted. “My mate won’t make me weak. She’ll follow me.”

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

It was the Christ the King celebration, and he was to chair the fair trade and the commissioning of the grotto that followed the procession, until Fabian appeared with news he had assumed he had dealt with temporarily. “What still holds her death? Why does she still roam the manor?” He stopped in front of Fabian to ask, even when he had been told the reason a thousand times. Fabian just stood in the darkness of the room, staring back at Edric and wishing he could control himself. “I am so close to being the next duke, so close to sitting on that seat of power and dining with the king,” he said aloud as he resumed pacing the room again, not caring if anyone overheard him.

A second later Duke bounds in, leaps up on the bed and immediately starts pawing at me frantically, trying to turn me over onto my knees, his red cock starting to show and his hips already bucking in anticipation of his next fuck from this new found eager bitch on heat. "My God, what have I done? What the hell strength was that bloody wine? It had to be a dream, my God it must have been, surely I couldn't have? "Get down Duke, no you can't, get off me please Boy, not now. What the Hell am I saying? Not now, note ever again, get down Duke, please, stop it, stop it ... No, I don't want to fuck, I can't let you, get off me...

Freddie says it without rancor or passion. “Who says marriage needs love?” the Duke replied, not missing a beat. He narrowed his eyes slightly. “Although I am surprised to hear that from you.” “This past month has taught me much,” Freddie replied with a slight shrug. “I've seen what I can accomplish. And I've seen how much love can hold me back.” The Duke's eyes began to twinkle with greed. He sat up straighter, his interest piqued. “Let's have a drink, shall we?” Freddie pointed to a side table behind the Duke. “There's scotch and glasses behind you.”

The Duke could discover all this from his excellent observation skills and his bright mind. “I don’t want to make this a habit, but you have a really sharp mind” Sir Blunt praised. He didn’t like the Duke. But even he had to admit that the man was brilliant. The strategies the man had come up with to buy them the much sought after time were ingenious; and although Sir Blunt hated to admit it, there was no way he would have come up with them on his own.