Novel & Cerita On Your Knees Grand Duke

His legs buckled beneath him, and he collapsed again with a sharp, strangled groan. Without thinking, I dropped to my knees beside him, the sharpness in my voice cutting through the chaos of the moment. "What the hell are you doing?" I snapped, grabbing his shoulder to steady him. The compassion I had just admitted to feeling was nowhere to be found now. This wasn’t about compassion. Not anymore. Gideon’s eyes flickered open, bloodshot and tired, but there was a strange, almost vulnerable light in them as they met mine. "I—I’m fine," he mumbled through gritted teeth, his hands trembling as they gripped the bed frame.

Ari screams, pulling her mate back. “That 'dead guy' was my father. Monty’s father, your grandfather, and your mother’s mate. Have respect,” Anderson demands. “Yes, sir,” Duke again looks down at the floor. “Are you okay?” Ada gets up from the chair to check on him. “I’m fine, My Duchess. Just a little winded,” Duke tells her, hugging her. “Need me to kiss a boo-boo?” Ada teases, making him smile. “Come to think about it,” He points to the top of his head before leaning down.

I said, giggling and rising to my feet. At Nicholas' mansion, Grandma Felicia was sitting in an easy chair, scrolling through her tablet while Daisy, who had refused to stay in one place since we came here, was playing with one of Nicholas' kids, and Zayn was leaning on my chest, joining me in browsing the internet, reading articles, and watching short videos with me on my phone. We had had quite amazing discussion, ate the meals Nicholas prepared, so everyone was now having their private moments. "I can't believe the MC could be so dumb to make this horrible decision," he remarked, referring to one of the videos we had just finished watching.

And the man standing beside her had made certain the entire country knew it. ~~~~ *Peter’s POV* The television in the cheap motel room was too loud, but Peter did not turn it down. He sat on the edge of the bed in the same wrinkled shirt he had worn for three days. The screen showed the great hall of the palace in sharp, unforgiving color. Caroline walked the length of the aisle in white. The man waiting for her...King Tyrone...watched her as though the rest of the room did not exist. Peter’s hands were clenched so tightly the knuckles had gone white.

“Nice to meet you, Duchess Ariana. I am Duke Morgan, representing the Orvel Kingdom to discuss with His Majesty King Emilio. To be escorted by the great hero family of the Sigmund Kingdom, I cannot help but feel honored.” Ariana secretly clenched her fists when she heard the man's sarcastic tone. The man must have known that his grandfather died at their hands, and wanted to boast of that achievement in front of Ariana. However, Ariana remembered that she and her soldiers had also killed a lot of the Orvel Kingdom Army. She couldn't be angry because that's just how war is. “I'm just doing what I need to do, Duke Morgan. Hero family or not, I'm just trying to carry out the orders of His Majes

> "KNEEL.." As the table was split into two, a single word shook the entire room, the voice carries a dignified aura and intense killing aura, that broke the duke into a cold sweat and made him kneel on the floor in instant. Right at the end of the room, there's a man (?) sitting comfortably on a chair staring straight at duke. Right at this moment duke could barely keep his consciousness every single second passed, he felt like a reaper scythe coming closer to his neck.

The bootmaker had informed Eastland that his new ward had very slender feet for a youth, and the Duke had seemed to find that irritating, too. Smith had Black saddled and ready, and was standing with him inside a railed enclosure, next to the stable. She strode toward the big black stallion with firm steps. She could see the duke from one corner of her eyes as he stood talking with Pym, the head groom, who was attired in a soft tweed jacket and felt hat. Eastland was bare headed, and the sun glided his head with a golden sheen that made her breath catch. He was really too handsome to be as arrogant and hateful as he was. And of course, he was English instead of American.

That was awhile new level of awkward. A butler opened the door and greeted Mr. Sica with a polite, "Master Nikolas." He then led us inside. The inside of the mansion was a different story compared to the chaos of the exterior. It was a vastness of marble, ebony, pillars and classical busts. "Nik!" A female voice shrieked. I looked up. A tall dark-haired woman rushed down the stairs dressed in what seemed like a silk nightgown. She had a vaguely relieved smile on her lips as she crashed into Nikolss and kissed him on the cheek.

The next thing the grand duke of the Malevolent World knew, he was kissing the cobblestones on the ground a fraction of a minute away after Damon the Prideful kicked his body down. “Damn you – ” Grand Duke Belzeebub’s words were cut off since the moment he raised his head from the floor, a surge of crimson aura whipped his body – pushing him into the floor. The cracks made the by the contact of the grand duke to the floor started to stretched, widening its scope as the grand duke was being forced to be buried down without any contact from Damon the prideful saved the aura which kept the grand duke from even opening his mouth.

Golden chandeliers. Armed guards standing at different corners. My heart pounded harder with every step downstairs. Then finally... The dining room. And seated at the center of a long candlelit table was Marcus. Dressed in a black tuxedo. One hand lazily holding a glass of wine. The moment his eyes landed on me... That dark expression returned instantly. His gaze dragged down my body in a way that made my stomach twist violently. I fought the urge to step backward. "You're late," he said calmly.