My Crush Got Possessed By The Duke Novels & Stories

Almost whimpering at the fierce scowl on the duke's face, Theresa offered a weak, "We, uh, had a glass of claret, your grace." Cassy looked up, her smile quickly fading as it hit her that Henry was there and he was furious. His tall frame blotted out the light from behind, and it seemed suddenly too dark and shadowy in the alleyway. "So, Zack," she heard Henry said lightly, "I see that you are once more with my wife. Getting to be a damnably dangerous habit for you, I'd say." "Henry," Zack began but stopped when the duke approached with a lazily graceful stride that looked more intimidating than it did casual. He stiffened and slid a glance toward Cassy as he stepped away from her.

Duke Hugin said and I was surprised. The attack must've been really bad if they got in the castle. "Then are they still attacking outside? I don't hear any fighting." WIschard said worriedly. "No, the fighting stopped the day before." The young man answered. "If the fighting stopped then what are we doing here?" I asked and the Duke sighed sadly. "The truth is my granddaughter was kidnapped by those monsters." Duke Hugin replied and we were shocked to hear that. "Please help me get my daughter back. She's the only one my wife has left me." The young man said tearfully.

“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 grins at me with sparkling eyes. I jerk out of his grip and my lips curve into a sneer. "You wish." He shakes his head gently. "I can have any girl I please. I'm the Duke, the Princess' cousin." He runs his eyes over my body in a way that makes me feel naked. "But I must admit, you are quite a beauty. My cousin is going to enjoy you." I clench my fists at his words but he only twitches his lips in a smug smile. Then he grabs me in his arms, crushing me to his hard chest.

He said loudly then looked at me with a smile. "Excuse me." He said when he leaned to the side and grabbed a robe. I watched in silence and disbelief as he walked to the door while putting it on. "Did I just kiss the demon king?" I asked myself in silence then looked at my hands. They were slightly trembling but not from fear. I pressed my fingers on my lower lip then dropped my hand. I couldn't believe that I let him kiss me. Was it manipulation he used on me!. Was it magic!. Because there was no way I could have kissed him in my right mind. I loved Ducan, not him. He was a monster. He was my enemy!.

Because every time he looks at me, every time our fingers brush or our gazes lock— It’s not just lust. It’s recognition. Like our magic knows something we don’t. Like the storm isn’t just mine. It’s ours. And babe, it’s getting ready to blow. ***** I swear on the last pastry in the palace—if Duke Alaric steals one more glance at my lips like they’re a rare, forbidden fruit he’s trying not to devour in front of royalty, I’m going to electrocute someone. Preferably him. While looking flawless doing it.

I let out a sigh inside the carriage before getting glared at by Cassius and Vincent… said Vincent with an obvious will to pick on me… Let’s play the victim… I raised my fan toward my face and covered my mouth as I acted like if I really am car sick! The duke sighed and raised his hand towards me... at that moment I felt a chilling mana flow rush out of his palm as he casted a spell… The silver-blue mana… cold and chilling…. I quietly murmured as I admired that magic… the duke asked after slight

My dragon clawed around the base of the tree wanting to finish the job. “Why are you here?” As much as my hunch told me they were looking for Odessa, I didn’t want to believe it. Maybe they were hunting someone else. “Some slave to the Duke in Vamparia,” he rasped. “Please let me go.” I snarled, my fire burning into my neck. “What slave?” I pushed. “A girl named Odessa. She is the Duke’s old blood bag. She is supposed to become the duchess. Taking her as a mate,” his breathing labored, spat out blood from his mouth. Blood pooled at the base of the tree, surely a gash in his gut.

the Duke said, closing his eyes. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain on his right wrist. "Why does my wrist hurt m...." he wanted to finish his words when he was shocked by what he saw. He read it aloud "It is a trap." "What does this mean?" he asked himself, intensely looking at it. "The only person who can write this is...Mr Brown?!" he exclaimed. "What is a trap?" the Duke asked again, looking up. He, then, realized something. The fighting of the undead men was a trap. His younger brother, Williams wanted to distract him and so he bewitched his friend, Mr Dewhurst, to lure him into the barn. He also brought him to this place, to deal with the Duchess.

I whisper, but it comes out thin, swallowed by rain. Duke hears it. Of course he does. His silver eyes slide past Jake — just for a heartbeat — and lock on me. Hungry. Curious. Possessive in that way that makes my skin crawl. Jake sees the glance. And loses his mind. He tackles Duke so hard they both crash into the remains of the supply scaffold, wood splintering like bone. Duke laughs — breathless, delighted — rolling with the impact like it’s a game. “You feel it too, don’t you?” Duke murmurs as they struggle in the mud, claws tangling, teeth bared. “The pull. The break. The little fissure I carved in the bond.”