Son Of A Duke Novels & Stories

The duke’s family had died in an overdo war years ago, leaving Frederick to be the only survivor left and the sole duke of North-Valley. Or so he thought. Alex somehow convinced the king to allow him to take on the reins as duke and regain the power of North-Valley. It might have worked for a little while, but now that Marlon knew the truth, he wasn’t going to allow his son to take what belongs to Deonna. He wasn’t going to allow his son to conquer either of these kingdoms because neither belonged to him. He was cutting Alex off together. This plan of his was coming to an end.

The Duke’s will had been declared: his daughter was no longer only his child — she was quarry. {THANKS FOR READING!}

The Duke was a big deal in Italy, forty-eight years old but looking not a day over thirty-nine, thanks to some serious self-care. Duke Wilson had a wife who hailed from one of Italy's most distinguished families, and they had a teenage son who was turning nineteen. Helma took a peek at the young master's photo on her phone—he was drop-dead gorgeous. In Italy, a Duke's title was a legacy passed down through generations, and this guy was no exception to the rule of prestige. She scrolled through the group chat, where Morgan and Heartless Rogue were still at each other's throats. Tisha: [Emerald Crab, why are you digging into the Duke's info? You facing any trouble over there?]

Her mother must have told her my real name. Well, let's hope that she wouldn’t sell me out here, that she would keep her mouth shut. “My name is Duke. I am the queen’s first son. Pleased to make your acquaintance. I don’t think we have met before.” “No, we haven’t, Duke,” I answered, meeting his hand with mine in a handshake. It was a warm one, but of course he wasn’t to be trusted. From Laura's story, he was just like Adam, only without a wolf, and with magic. No wonder, they got along well, despite the age difference.

She had screamed at him that she wasn't a child, and he'd told her, "I'll believe that when you start acting like the fine lady you're supposed to be." Fine lady. Jonathan didn't know the first thing about fine ladies. He had been raised as a servant, after all. The thought made her wince, not because he had once been a servantshe was not snobbishbut she knew he was sensitive on the matter. He'd only learned some months earlier that he was the legitimate son of the late Duke of Essex and the half brother of the current duke. Jonathan had met a cloud of scandal when he was introduced into the ton last fall. The son of the lady's maid of the late duchess, born after a secret marriage and hidde

The Duke shouts got louder and louder as he struggled to free himself from Adrian hold but it was no use, Adrian's hold was too strong for him to break free. "It's people like you in high places that disgust me, you agreed to this duel on your own free will thinking your son had the advantage because he was a soldier in the queen's army but you were wrong and he lost woefully if I may add" Adrian said hus moving to the Duke son who was still on the ground unconscious before he continued to speak. "And now you are getting all worked up because things didn't go your way, let me tell you something duke life always doesn't go the way you plan, so get used to it and stop acting like a child thro

Both Father and Son sat in silence, thinking of Melissa’s uncertain future. It was a common knowledge among the noblemen that Duke Kensington was a sharp and astute person. Due to his decisive nature, coupled with his profound intelligence, he excelled in everything he did. At a young age, Duke Kensington had single handedly expanded the wealth and estates of the Kensington family, thus making him an invincible persona in the business world. However, he was also known to be cold and unfeeling, except to his son. After the death of his wife, Lady Delia, the only person who could bring a smile to his handsome cold face was little Lord William, his adorable son. Many women had tried to seduce h

To my own ear, she sounded murderous. Nodding my head, I confirmed that it was the guy for he introduced his name. “So, my name is not Allie. My father is a Duke. What else do I need to know? I mean, if there’s anything else that could top those two, I might as well hear it now.”

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.

The young man, Lucien Wood, is instead the one he can't afford to trifle with! "You can't be thinking of returning Brianna to him, right?!" At this moment, after so many minutes of silence, Ava clears her throat and speaks up for the first time. "And you are?!" Nikki frowns. "That's Duke's mother and Mr. Douglas's wife, Missus Ava Douglas," Helen replies. "Oh, I see." Ava doesn't pay Nikki and Helen any attention. She looks straight at Hugo and says soberly, "That young man killed our son! Our only son and heir to your current position.