Novel & Cerita My Crush Got Possessed By The Duke

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.”

Roots said calmly, but the boys could feel the anger in her tone. “Ray, you’re telling me he’s right. I didn’t want to think of the possibility of such happening before, but everything points to it now.” “What do you mean?” “I’ll explain. Duke is performing a blood power ritual. It’s a dark magic witchcraft that uses blood for power. He wants to create more Betas.” “Hold on—you just said witchcraft, but you said I was wrong.” “I don’t know how Duke did it, but he found himself a witch.”

𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘭𝘭, 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘳. "I have my reasons. I like the Maximillan duchy better. I wonder why? But now that the duke said it, magician Dashiell- I would like to know if the duke truly will hand him over to us." "I'm not going to break my word. And, if the young duchess so desires, we can make a deal with the magical contract," he said. "After all, magical contracts are unbreakable, and breaching the contract can result in death."

The Duchess screams as she didn't like the way the young Lady attacks her, disrespecting and disregarding her status as the Duchess of the Vermin Kingdom. Instinctively, the Duke reacts to the young Lady's assault, and he tries to pull them out of each other. But, surprisingly, Lady Berenice's strength outmatches him. "Let go of you her!" The Duke commands, trying to get Lady Berenice's attention yet Lady Berenice doesn't seem to care anymore. Never giving up, the Duke uses his strength to intercept the women's quarrel. The Duchess could feel the stingy feeling in her head as her hair is being pulled out by the young Lady's hands.

Mateo’s gaze hardened and asked, “Who said you could claim that he is your property especially after you tried to kill him! He is my MATE and no one else do you understand that Duke!” “I raised him and paid for everything he owns so of cause he belongs to me,” Duke said with a smirk. Mateo smirked back at him and asked, “So what do you want from me because I am not going to let you near my mate.” “You have to pay me back every cent double,” Duke said. Mateo raised a brow and shook his head, “Why would I give you money? Are you trying to extort money out of me again?” “Then how else will I be able to set your mate free?” Duke asked cunningly.

Lᴜsᴛ (ɴᴏᴜɴ) Vᴇʀʏ sᴛʀᴏɴɢ sᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴅᴇsɪʀᴇ ꧁꧂ Time passed by really quicky… In a week it was going to be the coronation ceremony, in which Luciano is going to become the next king legally. Elijah and Angel got much closer to each other, in these few months, but Angel always felt weird whenever he was around. There was something wrong with his aura. Maybe it’s the way his deep orbs stares at her, intensely, as if he was digging a hole inside of her? She always pondered if there was something wrong with her, maybe that’s why he would look at her for such long time.