Novel & Cerita Madness Of Duke Venomania

‘Don’t look at me like that, Emmy, you said we could have fun’ I shoot her a look as she mind-links me. “Vulcan, you really must get these hybrids under control, we are high ranking. How dare she insult my sister” Duke Ivor, says to my mate, Vulcan looks at him deadpan, no expression. “That’s King Vulcan to you, Egor or whatever your name is and her dress is horrible” I watch as my mate drags a hand down his face attempting to cover his amusement at Denu. Ivor looks almost purple in the face at her words; the outrage is so strong.

She circled around him, her voice dropped lower, more venomous. “Your brother…fucking her. On this desk, your desk…cumming, and then laughing at your cluelessness after they’re done.” “Enough!!!” The Duke’s hands slammed onto the desk, sending papers and trinkets flying. His chest heaved, rage coursed through him Vivienne ducked as a glass figurine crashed to the floor beside her, her grin unshaken. She straightened as his fury subsided, feeding off his anger. “You see, my love?” she said smoothly, and stepped closer. “They think they can outsmart you. That they can take what’s yours—what rightfully belongs to us.”

The Duke, who thought himself a genius mastermind, had been outplayed by his own student in a game he had created. Liora used every lesson the Duke had given her to destroy him. "You... you dare destroy this infrastructure worth trillions of dollars?!" the Duke screamed over the radio. "This infrastructure was built on the blood of my family, Duke.” “I would rather see it destroyed than fall into your hands," Liora replied coldly. Back inside the cave, Mavric looked at Liora with an almost insane sense of pride. He pulled her into his weak embrace, wincing slightly at the pain from his stitches.

"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

The stress that he felt for the entire month already clouded his judgment. "You monster! You were the one who destroyed my mine of mana stones! Vermin! You should've died together with your mother! I'd certainly kill you! I'd kill you and tore your daughter into pieces!" The Duke of Borgia went mad as he screamed profanities at Santi. "Silence!" The Emperor yelled. Some nobles tried to calm the Duke of Borgia down. Santi, on the other hand, remained his expression the same. His lips curled as he narrowed his eyes. He looked like he enjoyed the current state of the Duke of Borgia.

"I always thought the female of the species had access to juicy gossip. Look, my innocent sister, your precious Duke is known as 'Devil' Eastland in most circles." "Because he's so hateful?" "Partly. No one dares to cross him, he's deadly with a sword and a pistol, and has been known to duel three men in one week and walk away without a scratch. He is rarely provoked into calling anyone out, but does not flinch from anyone foolish enough to call him out. He's a fierce, savage adversary, as well as an excellent military strategist. That's not all..." Jonathan grimaced. "He has a reputation as a rakehell and rogue, to boot. Cass, he seduces women," he said when she just stared at him blankly.

Monica tossed the unconscious Baron into the tower and looked around at the men with her, "He's disgusting." The Duke looked down at the man just before his gaze widened in astonishment. With a speed of a fox, he dashed over to the body, "You were not supposed to kill him yet Monica!" She glanced at him with a frown. With a non-chalant shrug, the lady walked deeper into the room, "There are several more realms I could knock him into apart from death. But by God, I almost killed him." "In simple terms," Earl of Vetcom asked, "You knocked him unconscious?"

Pancras station in Starbucks, which she knew was just up from the subway. Today she would live like an average person, going out with a friend and having a pleasant time with her daughter. She was not going to stay in that awful flat, with a man who demanded food, demanded she go to the shop for more Strongbow and made her listen to his ridiculous ideas about being a duke. She laughed to herself she had seen the duke, she had met the duke. There was no way on God's earth that Grant could ever be a duke whether he was the son of one or not.

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

Was this Edmund lashing out purely because he had seen me or because he had forced a confession out of Vanessa? Henley leaned in, smirking as I wiped the blood from my nose. “Oh. Yes I forgot. We went to your lodgings first. We cleaned you out. The Duke considers it fair payment for the debts your brother owes him for the card games in London. You can blame him for your current situation.” I shook my head in disgust. “The Duke is insane. How can you even think this-” A final punch saw me hit the floor, rolling onto my back as I gasped for air. A boot on my throat had me seeing visions of Vanessa, a flickering haze of blue eyes and chocolate hair.