Romans & histoires The Duke And I 2nd Epilogue

“But it happened.” Lisa closed her eyes. He was making it impossible to hide. She turned back towards him, arms crossed over her chest, holding his large shirt closed like armor. “What do you want me to say? That last night changed everything? That I suddenly believe in fairy tales and forever?” "No," Duke stated, standing now, his voice low but consistent. "I desire you to stop pretending like it didn't matter." He moved closer, “You felt it. I did too. And I’m not sorry for it.”

He pretended to be still angry, making Alameida let out a long sigh. "I'm sorry, okay, Ray?" whispered Alameida in a velvety voice. Old Duke didn't answer immediately. But he then spoke in a low voice... "I'll find a species of cat that isn't afraid of Lycan for you to keep. Just wait." Hearing that, Alameida immediately widened her sparkling eyes at her husband. "Ray! Oh, I love you—!" . . . ---------------------- My heart is warm :DD Old Duke and Old Duchess' relationship is exactly like my Granpa and Granma, but reversed! My Granma was a serious lady and my Granpa was very mischievous with a sweet, velvety voice.

“There’s a man, small, grey-haired who comes sometimes to fix the wine cellar thermometer. He hates Aaron. Says Aaron ruined his daughter’s wedding. Doesn’t sound like much, but he talks. People like him have loose tongues.” I pictured him: grey hair, hands that smelled of oil and vinegar, a man who said what he thought and then hid because he’d learned the hard price of speaking too loud. Even that seemed like a tall order. I had spent a life learning that most plans amount to paper when someone with a gun decides otherwise. But the ledger hummed in my pocket like a warning. “You thought of running,” Duke said when we were alone again in the kitchen, when the staff had moved on and the mans

“I know, but trust me, only you, my daughter, is worthy of a Duke. You know I can't be petty since people are watching, that's why I paired your sister with Klaus Raymond.” I leaned back and shook my head. So, she was going to make her daughter marry the duke of Cadenza and offer me to a man who hates me, and she calls that not being petty? I need to get out of here before I choke on my tears. *** I honestly don't know what I was doing. I've been calling my best friend Clair, but she isn't picking up. I had drunk three bottles of beer and began to feel terribly dizzy. I needed someone to talk to or do something to clear my head.

She sighed and looked back at me. "I want to make a deal Duke Lionel"

“I'm sorry you had to see that.” “That? That was nothing. Matter of fact, I might be a little turned on right now.” “What?” “Yes.” He chuckled, sweeping his eyes over my face, maybe to make sure I wasn't pulling his legs. Then he nodded. “I'm glad you don't see me as a disgusting, violent…” At the front of the room, Duke interrupted him. “Dominique is our guy, and he's moving fast so we gotta be faster.” Caspian moved his eyes from Duke’s to mine. “We're going to complete this conversation later, Doll.”

“And Mama… she ain’t waking up.” The Duke felt his heart drop at the sight of his mate's dead body and his jaw tightened There was no time to grieve. He tore the silver medallion from his neck — the crest of House Etrama, the legacy of their bloodline — and shoved it into Ivan’s palm. “Listen to me,” he ordered urgently. “You have to run. Now.” “But—”

"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.

the Duke said, closing his eyes. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain on his right wrist. "Why does my wrist hurt m...." he wanted to finish his words when he was shocked by what he saw. He read it aloud "It is a trap." "What does this mean?" he asked himself, intensely looking at it. "The only person who can write this is...Mr Brown?!" he exclaimed. "What is a trap?" the Duke asked again, looking up. He, then, realized something. The fighting of the undead men was a trap. His younger brother, Williams wanted to distract him and so he bewitched his friend, Mr Dewhurst, to lure him into the barn. He also brought him to this place, to deal with the Duchess.

Silence hung heavy for a minute, giving me a chance to slip out of the closet. Maybe I could crawl under the bed. Or maybe not, ugh! Footsteps again. Stifling a groan, I scurried back into the cramped closet, leaving the door a sliver open for eavesdropping. This Trevor fellow, unlike the Duke with his dark, brooding presence, was all sunshine and golden curls. Built smaller than the Duke, he couldn't have been much older than me. Yet, here he was, wanting to share hushed tones with the enigmatic Duke. A spark of hope ignited within me. This conversation, shrouded in secrecy, could be the key to making Lawrence happy.