Sage Duke の小説・ストーリー

Prologue Duke Patrick is a 38 year old doctor, working in a National hospital.He had his first wife called Alicia who died mysteriously and Duke was framed for her wife's death.He was taken to the court.The day of his hearing, Andrew his best friend saved him from being imprisoned Due to stress and alcoholism, he was forced to stop working for a while. After a long period of loneliness, he decides to start over again, working and family because that's what he treasured most.He meets his highschool friend Amanda and falls deeply in love with her which leads to marriage.

Jean stops and looks at Duke. “I spoke to my own sister in person just a couple of weeks ago. She didn’t mention anything. And this could have been communicated over the phone,” Duke narrows his eyes. “A phone call can be tracked. Are you familiar with her mate?” Jean asks, gathering a file off his desk. “I know he is a warrior, just starting a school. He is a technology major,” Duke tries not to seem bored. “He is of the Warrior Class, but he is a Red Blood Warrior,” Jean hands over the file to a now shaken Duke.

“Winters Corporation has finally stopped pressuring us. Kendry, you better watch yourself. Don’t offend a bigwig like that again.” Duke sat in the living room for a long time. He only realized that the night had passed when the sun rose. He had traveled all the way to Cloud City, but he had been cautious about approaching Addy. He had been afraid that he would not be able to stop himself from aggressively entering her life again. But it was fine now. His Addy had recovered. The baby would be kept a secret. He did not wish her to be immersed in negative emotions anymore. Duke stood up and changed into a lake blue suit, but he thought that he looked too mature. So, he took out a silvery-gray s

He clicked the voice message. Timothy's gruff voice seeped into Sage's ear, recounting what happened that year. This was Sage's first time hearing Timothy's voice. Sage had mixed feelings because he realized that he didn't hate it. In fact, Timothy's voice caught Sage's attention. In the end, Sage texted, "Who's that person who fought with you?" "I don't know either. All I know is his ID. The Duke. He's from Nord City. I don't know the rest. After that battle, we never contacted each other. We didn't exchange contacts." Timothy sent another voice message.

"My mother…" "She is already safe, in a house in the north," the Duke told him. Ilian could only laugh at the shamelessness of that man. He had made his move even before Ilian had agreed to his request. "However…" the Duke looked at him with grave eyes, "you can't continue in the battle, the tournament." "I understand," Ilian bowed, he knew that the squad the Duke was grouping was of extreme secrecy, there was no need for him to let out all of his power and techniques right there for the recruiters and families to be analyzed. One fight with the Duke was enough.

"Well, yes. That's for a human's perspective. But for us-a noble or a mythical creature as what human history says-it's natural. We can live for millennia and tens and hundreds of it, not aging. We can even enter eternal slumber if we want to. "But that's not always the case. Sometimes, one can enter a force eternal sleep if they committed a crime that is too grave beyond comprehension and the risk being known to the world is high or they took offense to the humankind that we're supposed to take care." -Cassielle Elise D. Dairen, the daughter of the duke, Clyde Estreno D. Dairen. The unknown duchess.

"I am sorry for suddenly calling you onto our duchy but I hope you understand how dangerous our plight is." Duke Hugin said solemnly. You also understand how dangerous your plight is so why are you asking underage children to deal with it? I'm very dissatisfied with this duke. He's making it sound like we're doing something so noble when he forced us to do this. Are we just supposed to go because he called us? I'm from a ducal family too. Annoying old man.

“Come on buddy. We can get all the juices of this deal checked in a few hours” It was Duke speaking.He had recently introduced himself as duke and the hair to the Richardson empire. His brother Donald managed some properties. These men were deep in the corporate affairs and knew exactly how to run their fathers business. They had no business with being Mafias like my brother and I. I wiped a quick hand over my nose as I watched hand the golf stick to his assistant.

His fingers brush my jaw, hesitant, like I might disappear if he touches too hard. Then the storm shifts. Low footfalls. Mud squelching. A slow clap. Jake’s eyes snap open. He turns. And Duke steps from the shadows of a half-collapsed neighboring tent — casual, elegant, smug, wearing the aftermath of war like a tailored suit. His long coat is drenched and torn, blood splattered across one sleeve, hair slicked back by the rain. He looks annoyingly beautiful. Deceptively calm. But his eyes— Cold. Silver.

"Don't you f*ck with me, you b*tch rogue!" My eyes sharpened while looking at him. I may be still weak right now, but I'm not holding my anger in for what he believes are lies. "I swear! She's safe!" I hissed at him. "And D-Duke is protecting her, too!" "Duke Myers is known for his cruelty! You might have not seen it yet, but you won't be able to measure it once you see it with your own eyes so tell me!" His voice was getting louder. "How would I believe you that my sister is safe when Duke is with her?"