The Duke And I 2nd Epilogue Mga Nobela at Kwento

“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—”

She wanted the world clean, small, and private. She picked up the envelope. It was thick and smelled faintly of smoke. Her name on the front, the old surname. Her hand shook. “Open it,” Sophia said. She slit the paper with a nail. Inside was a single card. No letter. No stamps, no signatures. Just three words: I KNOW THE TRUTH. The room grew small. Elara’s throat made a tight sound. She put the card down like it might burn. “Who brings a threat with no hand?” she said.

"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.

“You will. Not because I force you to. But because you’ll realize that I was right.” The quiet stretched too long. The wind shifted. My heartbeat felt too loud. I wanted to slap him. I wanted to scream. But more than that — I wanted to stop trembling. So I stood straighter. “You can keep me here, you can poison my mind, but you’ll never own me.” For a heartbeat, the world held still. Then Duke’s eyes darkened — not anger, not quite. Amusement, threaded with something dangerous. “Own you?” he repeated softly. “No, Ella. I intend to understand you. Ownership is temporary. Understanding is eternal.”

So due to the fact that she hide her emotions well enough, Duke didn’t even notice a thing. “Also I wanted you to know that we would go back to the Discrolls tomorrow” Duke said as he proceeded to the living room. Kathleen couldn’t believe it. She thought that the danger was over but it seemed like something had come up. “ Yea yeah alright” Kathleen said with a wave of hand. Dukeeyed her up and down. The Kathleen he knew wasn’t an o yes member. She always had something to say or do. What had happened to Kathleen when she apart Duke thought. His train of thoughts was suddenly Interrupted when he heard his tummy grumble. He smiled to Kathleen.

"There. That is where we wait." ​"Wait for what?" ​"For Silas to arrive in person," the Duke said, his eyes flashing with a lethal hunger. "He wants the Scythe. He wants the Tenth Life. I’m going to give him exactly what he wants—right through his throat." ​He picked me up, throwing me over his shoulder like a prize of war. I beat my fists against his back, but it was like hitting solid stone. As he began the vertical climb up the rain-slicked rock, I realized the terrifying truth

For the man whose world only revolves on his empire. The storm outside grew heavier, thunder rolling across the horizon. The sound almost drowned out the soft creak of footsteps approaching the door. Celine froze. Too late. The door opened. Duke stood in the doorway, his black shirt unbuttoned at the collar, his hair slightly damp from the rain. He looked exhausted, but when his gaze fell on her, on the papers in her hand, his expression hardened instantly. “What are you doing?” Celine’s stomach twisted. “I could ask you the same thing,” she said quietly, holding up the certificate. “What is this, Duke?”

I have a long way tomorrow I'm going to go sleep now you keep eating" " Alright than, good night" **** " a kid? why would they send us a kid?" " I don't know sir" *sigh* " kid what's your name?" " Celea" " Celea go back home this isn't a place for kids it's very dangerous here" " I refuse" Celea calmly refused him " you could die" " do I look like someone who's attached to life, Duke?" Celea asked him the Duke looked at her dead eyes and knew she wasn't bluffing