Son Of A Duke Novels & Stories

Duke walked over while giving off a dreary aura. Eilam helped him up. “Duke fancies that woman, so better keep your hands to yourself.” But Trent said in a carefree manner, “Fancies her, my foot. Are you telling me Duke wants to get a stepmother for his brats?” Duke let out a cold huff. He had not even married his sons’ biological mother, so why would he marry someone to become their stepmother. Besides, that woman had a daughter. He turned to warn Trent not to flirt with a woman who was already married and had a daughter, but his phone buzzed.

"Yes! I want to be adopted." "And you will be." Julien agreed. "But you will have to know that when mama gives birth to a baby brother, he would have to be the Duke after me, do you understand what I'm trying to say?" Arthur nodded slowly. "Mama's son will be the Duke when you go to heaven." "Yes, but it's not because we don't love you equally, it's just tradition. He would be me and Mama's real son and you would be our adopted son. Only real sons can be Dukes after fathers." Arthur nodded again.

The Duke was fast on his feet when he answered, "Our fathers had the emnity. If they are both dead, then to hell with it!" Rebecca reached out to touch his face, "My dear…" he flinched to avoid her, much to her disbelief, "listen to me. It's not all about the emnity. Look at her, look at us. There's no part of us that blends with the hers. You should not let these things bother you. As Duke, have nothing to do with your father's rivals and struggle to rule Anfield better than he did. For goodness sake, I know what I am saying!" Her son's gaze studied her face intently, seemingly thinking of what to say next. But somehow, nothing came up, simply because he saw every meaning of what she had sa

When he first found out that his father was a billionaire who was quite famous and incredibly successful, his heart ached because he felt lied to and made to suffer. "Vesa, this... " Derrick's words were cut off, "Yes. That's my father. Miller is my grandfather's last name. Ruslan also said that my father used that last name while living in England and also used it when he was undercover in Indonesia." "Are you okay?" asked Derrick fearfully. Vesa currently looked normal and there was no sadness on his face. There was only a tired face. "What are you doing, Derrick White? You're so caring. I'm scared," joked Vesa.

His jaw was clenched, that dangerous smirk gone, replaced by pure raw lust. “Jesus Christ… you’re better than I imagined. Lucian has no fucking clue what a dirty girl he’s dating, does he?” He pulled me off just enough for me to gasp a breath, strings of spit connecting my lips to his glistening cock. “Answer me, princess. Does my son know you get this wet for older cock?” “N-no, Daddy,” I whimpered, voice wrecked already. The word slipped out so naturally it scared me how right it felt. “He thinks I’m his good girl… but I’m not. Not for him. Not right now.”

The eldest son— my father— Fenrir Hessen Fortess, became the Duke and did his best to put a solution to the problems that the Fortess Duchy faces. he married my mother and soon after, i was born. they were met with an untimely death and that resulted to me inheriting the title and becoming the current Duchess of the Fortess Dukedom. and the history continues. Having been able to read the history, some of the puzzle pieces were put in their places, but the whole picture is still not complete. What could have happened in those times when my grandfather was preparing for the road development project and made him change his mind? surely there is something or someone strong enough to change his m

A smile played about her full lips until Kate had wanted to scream. “How much does he pay you to play the doting wife?” Paris continued, tilting her gorgeous head to one side as she looked up to meet Kate’s blue eyes. “Five million GBP? Ten?” Without waiting for Kate's reply, she continued, “Did he also ask you to carry his child? I mean, he has a duty to his family to have a son, as I’m sure you know. He’s royalty after all. Someone must ensure that the Duke title stays in the family.” She gave Kate a once over and slowly nodded. “Yes, I can see how you can be of use for that.” Then a dangerous smile formed on her painted lips. “Or maybe he still thinks about me.”

But by the time he realized what he’d said, it was already too late. Duke looked at him wearing that same eyes again. A cold one. “Worry not, Father. I may be weak but I am not dumb.” His son’s firm reply reached his ears. “This here,” Duke showed Raul two furry toys he was holding. “Are my brother’s bed companions. I’m just delivering these to them. May I, then?” “Do what you need to do.” Was all Raul could say as he walked past his 9-year-old son. He stopped his strides after only five steps and then looked back. He saw Duke entering the tent he just came from. “Something is changed in him.” He commented.

"Wait, isn't the Duke impotent?" "Huh!?" Chloe did not understand at first but then the realisation hit her all of a sudden. She also heard something like this before! Then again, when her eyes fell on the little fellow her excitement inflated. "It could be a rumour too. He has a son, remember?" Melissa followed Chloe's eyes and looked at the little boy on the bed. "But..." She still can't accept it as a total whisper. "Maybe, there is some truth in it. I mean, a word does not get out if it wasn't spoken, right?"

David Duke looked bleakly into his cup of hot chocolate, which Blue made, as Trent seemed to be spitting nails and scribbling furiously before standing. “I’m going to nail those fuckers to a wall and throw knives at them,” he turned. “Hito, if you could do a full work up on him. I’ll run a lineage trace.” “There’s no need to,” Duke said softly. “You… know where your family is?” I asked. “The-They…. They’re dead.” Duke let out a shuddering breath. “I-I saw their bodies wh-while they were trying to get us out.”