Missi And Duke Novels & Stories

Well, it says that if you are reading this, then I have been kidnapped by my ex Duke. Who is Duke? I ask them. Duke was Sophia’s boyfriend, they dated in high school. He was so in love with Sophia. He thought that they were going to be mated when she came of age. Fortunately, that wasn’t the case because they came to the party your parents held. That is when she found out that she was mated to you. I don’t think he has found his mate yet either. It seems to me, though, he wants Sophia as his chosen mate. That is never going to happen, I said. Of course, it is not going to happen, she is your mate, and she belongs with you.

"Now, I will tell him to get ready." Max was waiting in Duke's study room. His face beamed when he saw her entered the room, "Chili, have you done?" "Yes, Maxwee. We can go now." Duke raised his left brow. His expression became colder, and he tightens his grip on the white tea cup he was holding on, "Chili and Maxwee? What is that?" "Father, our nicknames were so cute, right? I really like it." Cecilia grin widely.

Tears stream down my cheeks as I turn my head to watch as Mane Beatrice walks out of the Den, freshly changed with Nala and Chloe and the entire Pride walking behind her. Again I tried to say that I was sorry, however, she didn’t want to hear it as she whistled calling the rest of the Pride to the centre of the village. Once everyone is encircled around the village centre she looks at Duke and says, “Expose her back.” Duke’s stern stone face mask cracks just a little as he looks into my eyes. Being the only Father figure I have known, I know that Duke doesn’t want to do as she says as he steps up behind me once more whispering,

“.......of course, your grace. Follow me” Alana was aware of why the young man hesitated. The news would have reached even a remote area that the Duke was married to the daughter of a marquis, not a princess. The Duke hasn’t come to the memorial with his legal wife yet he was there alone with a supposed princess. He wisely kept his mouth shut and led them both to the mausoleum.

But I forced myself to walk back to my bike instead. This wasn’t the moment to kill him. This was the moment to plan. Back at the clubhouse, Duke was waiting outside. “Well?” I looked him dead in the eyes. “It’s Milo. He’s been working with Marcus and the Vipers.” Duke cursed under his breath. “I knew that snake was trouble.” “Keep it quiet,” I said. “I want to catch him in front of everyone. Let him feel the weight of his betrayal.” Duke nodded slowly. “What’s the move?”

Her late best friend was right - the duke wasn’t as brilliant as they made him out to be. After giving him a moment to see the real her, her layers came back on. “Your Grace, how have you been? Oh, it’s so nice to see you taking care of Sush. I knew there was a spark between you two! You’re both so cute together, like a big ball of love just waiting to explode into little love fragments for the babies.”

If he preferred tall, curvy brunettes with caramel skin and brown eyes, then I clearly didn't fit the mold, not even one bit. I forced myself to stop biting my nails nervously and concentrate on their conversation. "Well, I wouldn't read too much into it," I heard the Duke say to her. "You probably don't check his boxes for marriage, and that has nothing to do with your hair or skin color." "But how can he judge anything about me when he wouldn't spare a minute to talk to me? Like the last time we met, for example," she continued explaining, giving a good show of her bubble butt as she bent down to grab her panties. "I found out he was going to be at Faust Park, so I waited for him at the pa

" I'm sorry Miss Baker-Harris I'm afraid the duke has asked not to be disturbed by anyone, but I will tell him that you called. Goodbye." Ellie put the phone down quickly; she didn't want to listen to the blustering of this girl. She would go and ask Betty if she thought that Jasper and this girl were that serious, she didn't think so, but she had better make sure. She was picking her way through the files, placed carefully on the floor when the phone rang again. "Duke of Shettleham's residence, Ellie speaking." "Good morning Ellie, I'm Richie Howlett, is Jasper around?"

A smile played about her full lips until Kate had wanted to scream. “How much does he pay you to play the doting wife?” Paris continued, tilting her gorgeous head to one side as she looked up to meet Kate’s blue eyes. “Five million GBP? Ten?” Without waiting for Kate's reply, she continued, “Did he also ask you to carry his child? I mean, he has a duty to his family to have a son, as I’m sure you know. He’s royalty after all. Someone must ensure that the Duke title stays in the family.” She gave Kate a once over and slowly nodded. “Yes, I can see how you can be of use for that.” Then a dangerous smile formed on her painted lips. “Or maybe he still thinks about me.”