Son Of A Duke Novels & Stories

Huh, the only cocktail he wanted was a Jagermeister and some Four X, mind you a nice bit o' smack would be cool. He'd been surprised when he'd got the letter from old Conway. His old mum had been right then he was a son of a Duke. He'd laughed all those years when she'd told him that his father would see 'im right. Nah, he wouldn't want to be a duke, just his money would do. Let high and mighty Jasper live on the bread line for a few years, see how he liked it.

"Dylan Skinner, you're under investigation for intentional harm and illegal organ trafficking. You need to come with us." My mother's eyes widened in disbelief. "That's impossible! My son just had a kidney transplant. He was only discharged today. How could he hurt anyone, let alone traffic organs?" My father shook his head, looking at Dylan lying pale on the bed. "My son has been weak since he was a kid. He barely even socializes. How would he have the chance to do something like that? You've got the wrong person!" Janice's voice trembled as she spoke. "Then can you tell me where Curtis is right now?"

I turned to look at who it was. Stefano De Caruso, son of Don Vittorio Caruso. The dreaded mafia boss of Dallas and beyond who refused to rule under his father but became his rival instead. But what the hell? I was meant to be in the van with his father and not him.

Finding the small gap between the door, he then leaned forward to peek inside the room only to find his mother sitting at one end of the long dining table while his father sat on the far opposite side. Upon seeing his mother, little Dominic’s smile widened. He wanted to call her only to close his mouth with his two hands upon remembering that he had broke his promise by stepping out of his room. “I don’t see him for days now,” his father, the Duke spoke with his haughty words. “You don’t need to see him,” Lady Elizabeth, his mother spoke curtly in a tone that made him flinch as he had never heard his mother spoke in such a cold manner. “He is my son.”

Rene asked, confused, trying to make sense of it. Looking into his son's eyes, Rome smiled faintly, studying his face, "You look so much like your mother. The perfect gift from her... The only one who holds my heart in his hand... My blood, my son and heir. Someone wants to hit me where it hurts, and you are the perfect target." As Rene looked down, he struggled with the weight of his father's words and then mumbled, "And now? What happens now... I’m here, alive? What do we do next?"

three jocks and a pretty blonde girl welcomed her amicably except one of the boys called Mason was really cold. He gave Maggie a quick glance that was very condescending and left the couch they were all seated on. Mason was the only heir to the Hanjin Group,a Korean billionaire company. It was honestly not surprising that Mason lacked interest in interacting with people but he would occasionally hang out with Josh. Despite his rude character , he was a charming young man and almost every girl in Marymount high school was obsessed with him . His face was even more perfect than his body and his hazel colored eyes could make any girl fall in love.

Yes… that kind of beauty/cuteness/nobility! One of the characters in that Role Play Game that I liked the most! The noble daughter of the noblest house after the imperial family! The house of the duke leader of the aristocratic faction, the man with Silver hair and ice blue eyes, with the name Cassius Von Evanson, he strike fear and oppress those squids with his charisma! That same man whom lost his wife that he loved the most the day his second child, the first noble young lady of the house, was born. The once a noble and righteous duke, turned onto a block of ice obsessed with power and ranks! Neglecting his daughter wish he despised for killing his own and one only love, turning the girl

What made today even busier than usual was Duke Mountravven's presence among them. Duke Mountravven managed to occupy the highest position in the gentleman's club, replacing Marquees Elmand, a young Marquees who was handsome and successful in his warhorse business, who was also a big-time playboy. Rumor had it, there was no woman in the capital that he had not slept with except Fuschia Mountravven – Duke Mountravven's only daughter.

"I'm sorry you all have to witness this, but let’s celebrate my son. Not minding the audacity, he stopped and smiled, which was very satisfying. "Our father's favorite son is gone," Duke said quietly as he tossed his drink to his throat while Henry raised his drink for a toast as they laughed silently. "Here comes our brainy. Oh, it’s so sweet. I can’t wait to see our brainy", Henry said as he gulped his drink, waiting earnestly for his father to call Brayan to the stage. "Oh holy sh*t, I’m enjoying this scene, Henry." Duke said as he suppressed a grin and whooped. "Finally, Brayan is lost. No more, Daddy Boy". They couldn't stop whooping.

Even so, why do I feel like I am missing something? "You talk big for someone who is about to die." A familiar voice with a familiar silhouette immerged from the hoard of the imperial army. "Duke Rowan Castaña," said the king, his tone dripped with disgust. The king continued as the young duke, who recently announced his membership to the aristocratic faction, stood side by side with the barbarian king of the north. "Your father will surely condemn you upon learning what you are doing." The young duke smirked. "My father is happily having a reunion with my ancestors. His business is his own, but I belt he's proud. Can't you see, Your Majesty? I just achieved a great feat."