On Your Knees Grand Duke Novels & Stories

LIKE FATHER LIKE DAUGHTER. A Decade Later. "Duke!" Keondra called out. "C'mon boy!" She clapped, looking around. She wore a cropped top hoodie which left her stomach bare as her waist disappeared into the baggy pants. Her hair was in a rough bun at the nape of her neck while a few strands fell to her face and some behind her little pointy ears. “I know you're in here, you stubborn creature.” Duke jumped on her from behind and they both crashed to the marbled floor. He stood over her on his four as he passionately licked her face.

Only a pale line remained where the chain had rested, the last trace that someone had once loved him. I didn't know how long I knelt there or how long I cried. Eventually, the ache in my chest dulled, and my tears ran dry. Just when I thought it was all over, Walter came down. The sharp click of his handmade leather shoes against the floor rang out. He stepped into the center of the lobby and fixed his gaze on Micah's motionless form, his expression unreadable. "Are you done with your act? Are you trying to illicit sympathy just like how Nadia taught you? Did you actually think that I'd break just because you're playing helpless? Keep dreaming!"

... The voice struck like lightning, silencing the hall. All eyes turned to the entrance, where an elderly man stood, leaning on a cane. Rupert Pittman stood tall, flanked by a group of bodyguards. His sharp gaze swept the room, softening with anguish when it landed on me. "Grandpa!" I cried out. Five years had aged him, his hair now fully gray, but his commanding presence hadn't dimmed. "Rupert?" Tessa gasped, the stick slipping from her hand and clattering to the floor.

Immediately after, someone wearing a pink ball gown with an exaggerated design of multiple tulle layers sewn together to resemble flower petals glided in from the other end of the red carpet. It was Nadia. Under the gaze of all the guests, she walked onto the stage like a proud swan. After scanning the crowd, her eyes landed on me. She pointed at my wedding dress and said, "The dress you're wearing is not bad. Are you going to take it off yourself, or do you want me to rip it off for you?" Of course, my expression soured at this impudent request, and I turned to look at Bowen. Bowen, who was standing right beside me, indulgently played along with Nadia's pompous act.

At the wedding ceremony, just as I was about to formally greet Alexander York's parents as my in-laws, his longtime female best friend, Casey Clarke, sprang up from the groomsmen's table and charged onto the stage. She dropped herself into the chair beside Alexander's father and crooked a finger at me. "Come on, Lucille, honey, my daughter-in-law. Come over here and pay your respects." By local tradition, newlyweds kneel before their in-laws and pay their respects during the wedding ceremony. The guests burst out laughing. Without the slightest hint of shame, Casey pulled up a video from the night before and played it on the big screen. In the video, she straddled Alexander's lap, forcin

He tossed the heavy garment onto a nearby chair, then knelt before me. ​The great, terrifying 'Mad Blood' Duke was kneeling at my feet to unlace my leather riding boots. ​"I had to," I whispered, watching the flickering firelight catch the sharp, handsome angles of his jaw. "If I had shown even a fraction of weakness in that dungeon, my father would have seized it. They only respect power."

Reverently, he went forward and then went down in one knee. Sophia, watching from the shadows outside, grinned in delight. The dim figures exchanged a few words, then Sir Jack rose and kissed the lady. Sophia held her breath, but all went well. Hand in hand, the pink domino and her escort descended by the opposite door of the gazebo and headed for the gate. To make absolutely sure of their success, Sophia entered the gazebo and stood watching the couple disappear through the gate. She waited, silently, then the click of horses’ hooves came distantly on the breeze. With a quick smile, she turned to leave. And froze. Just inside the door to the gazebo stood a tall, black-domino-clad figure, hi

“Is that so? Well if it’s in account of the council, I guess I could spare you some time then…” The arrogant man’s face did not change. I didn’t change my stance too. For a minute, we eyed each other, both hating each other’s guts silently. Then, without warning, he slowly came down to his feet and kneeled to the ground. “You may open the gates now,” I said to my men. “Please join me in my study, Duke Hurst,” I said back to the old man, bowing down in mockery of the great duke who groveled to the ground in front of his son-in-law.

As long as the contract is not fulfilled, the Demon King will remain sealed and thus his kin will remain vigilant among the humans, they will not do harm against them, with this the Demon was given the title of grand duke that oversees the sovereign of the creatures. “You’ll have to reciprocate the contract and fulfill what the other party desires.” “My lady, it is time to spend the night with the duke.” “Do you want my blood?” “No.” “Then do you want my flesh?” “Just what do you think of me?” 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

"You saw him hit me and you advise me not to start a fight?" The Duchess' mouth clamps shut, she sends me a pleading look."Kyan just ignore him. Please." I nod. With a disgusted look he nudges her away and comes charging for me like an aggressive bull. I stand my ground, my hands twitching at my side ready for the collision. Ready to fight. "Both of you, at ease!" My father's baritone voice reverberates through the room. All our eyes turn to him. Rakar falls on one knee and bows his head in reverence. "Your Majesty."