Madness Of Duke Venomania Novels & Stories

I repeated once again, as I hope I'm hearing things i don't bear to hear be the actual answer to my question but my hope crash as she slowly nodded at my words. I suddenly drop the knife I was holding, causing for it to crash to something or. I softly look down, only to see the maid holding the knife that I drop directed at her bloody stomach. She layed there, staring at me before her figure turned into ashes. I slowly freaked out but when I suddenly realize something, I began to calm down. Duke Yan Leocubus... Duke of Yuan Empire, father of the villainess and last... The one and only person who will kill the villainess the moment he fell in love in the female lead....

I asked as our bodies collided, mildly while he smiled and kissed my neck. “You have to understand that I’ve got a very scary wife, she’s never going to let me out on the color of the White men’s mafia. She preferred j aimed the yellow, meant for the Cosa Nostra,” Duke replied as he released himself from my grip and turned to the audience. Someone working the crowd hit a glass tumbler with his fork gently as it resounded in the air to draw our attention.

‘There is a good chance that the achievements I have just established will be ruined. “Even though the Black Party has surrendered, they are still under my command. The moment I vanish or if I am found dead, everyone in the Black Party will gather to wreak havoc and make Yggdra the next Hestia Border,” Duke said maliciously. “Your Majesty, do you still plan to implant a biochip in my brain?” Mavice was fuming. She hissed, “So, you came well-prepared, huh?” “Everyone has to leave a way out for themselves, am I right? How could I step into Yggdra Palace unprepared?” Duke said coolly, “There will be another explosion in ten minutes. I wonder which factory will be destroyed this time.”

I escaped from the madness that reigned in the Sanctuary… "Did you run from madness to the Refuge because madness is in you?" the same mutant said. "What do you mean?" "We believe that madness is reflected in the eyes of a madman when he sees madness in reality… "You mean there's no such thing as madness?" "I mean, we see what we believe!" the mutant concluded. – So, child of the tribe "Born in darkness"! Welcome to the Range!

****** "What's nonsense....... have you looked properly or you saying it by yourself....." Mr. Hassan barked at the maid standing in front of him. The maid started shivering at his barking. She said to him something big on which Mr. Hassan getting furious is justified. "Yes sir, I properly checked, miss is not in her room...I searched the whole room, but I didn't find her anywhere....." Poor maid says with bowed head getting scared by Mr. Hassan's anger. It is the first time she finds her master getting that much angry. Because Mr. Hassan by nature is soft-hearted neither does he talks loudly with anyone. While Mrs. Yusra is the one who is good at doing this.

he wheezes when he’s able to speak. “He paid you ten grand after telling you he didn’t know what happened to the woman and then you sent another woman in her place?” I’m losing my cool, which is evident in my raised voice. I’m all about control, but with Madison in danger, that control is a very thin thread. Duke gives him a violent shake that rattles his teeth. “I’m not sending more women his way, and he hasn’t requested anyone this week.” Sweat drips down his face, rolls onto Duke’s hands, and drips to the floor.

If I were raped and killed on those streets, he would have easily replaced me. What made the Duke any different? When Lawrence first showed interest in me, he said the same thing, 'I am not Your Highness for you, call me Enzo.' And I fell for it. I thought I was this special, extraordinary fragile thing sent from above, so captivating that even the Crown Prince couldn't resist my beauty. Six months later, even the doormat beneath his feet held more value to him. How much longer would it take Leo to toss me aside? Perhaps until his parents find him a suitable bride.

The moment Jasmine saw my face clearly, she let out a shriek so sharp and terrified it was as if she had seen a ghost. Her entire body convulsed violently. Her remaining eye bulged, as though it might burst from its socket. Flailing in panic, she tumbled out of her motorized wheelchair, hit the platform hard, and scrambled backward. "No… that's impossible!" Jasmine screamed as her veil slipped away, revealing the ruined half of her face. "You were supposed to be dead! How are you still alive? I saw the horde swallow you!"

Then, soft: "What is it you need?" “The answer is no. We refuse.” He actually laughs, a short, disbelieving sound. “You refuse the King’s mercy? You would choose your… your ill-advised passion over the safety of thousands? Over peace?” “You call it passion.” I take a step forward, and he finally sees the wolf beneath the duke’s skin. His guards shift nervously. “It is not. It is a vow. Written in something deeper than your parchment. You ask me to cut out my own heart and call it diplomacy. I will not.”