The Duke And I Epub Novels & Stories

I was the one to come up with those conditions. He sighed. ‘That promise cannot be broken.’ The duke tried to read the paper again, but the image of Magnolia’s scars was too vivid to push away. He frowned. ‘There were so many.’ He wondered how painful they were when they were inflicted on her, and who dared hurt her. Suddenly, Daniel found himself fuming. His lust for killing was fully awake. ‘I would love to rip apart every limb of whoever laid hands on her.’ His hand trembled. “Henry.” He looked at his assistant who stiffened as soon as his eyes met the chilling gaze of the duke. “I need you to take care of something for me.” His voice was frosty and threatening. “Of course, Your Grace.”

Prologue Duke Patrick is a 38 year old doctor, working in a National hospital.He had his first wife called Alicia who died mysteriously and Duke was framed for her wife's death.He was taken to the court.The day of his hearing, Andrew his best friend saved him from being imprisoned Due to stress and alcoholism, he was forced to stop working for a while. After a long period of loneliness, he decides to start over again, working and family because that's what he treasured most.He meets his highschool friend Amanda and falls deeply in love with her which leads to marriage.

Especially when it involved Duke Lunnart, who was famous for being cold and indifferent, and the new Duchess from the imperial family. As if a man who had never cared about anyone had suddenly fallen deeply in love. And now the Duke had not returned to his room for the entire night. Of course the whole mansion had immediately begun creating their own stories. A few seconds later, the maid spoke again softly. “If the Duke truly became bored that quickly… then Her Grace the Duchess is really pitiful.” Enough. Creeeak— The bedroom door suddenly opened. Orla and the maid in front of her both jolted in shock, nearly dropping the laundry basket they were holding.

Letitia asked shielding her maid from the scary man's view. "I believe he would tell you himself. We should leave now if we want to enter Kerstone early." He replied instead and turned around walking ahead. "He's the Duke of Kerstone." Constance mumbled to Letitia's hearing and Mateo stopped abruptly. He sighed before he turned around to a place faced Letitia and a red faced Constance. "My lady?" He called. Letitia gulped harshly. The Duke of Kerstone? Then she was dead! "My lady?" Mateo called shaking her a little and she gasped looking up at him.

CHAPTER FOUR “The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes but In having new eyes” MARCEL PROUST GUINEVERE Throughout the next day the only thing that rang in my heart was that the duke was a vampire and a drinker of blood. I wanted to call my papa a liar and ask him to tell me the truth this instant but deep in my heart I knew that he was not lying, my mind went back to when I had met the duke and now and how much he hasn't aged a day. I had heard about vampires and that they were ruthless and cold blooded, drank blood and killed without mercy.

8 ANNE Fury vibrated through me like a poorly strummed lute. My perfectly manicured nails dug into the velvet of the armchair, leaving faint crescent moons of frustration. There he sat, my supposed father, the Duke of Wales, sipping his brandy with an air of nonchalance that would make a saint want to spit fire. “That’s it?” I hissed, barely containing the storm within. “You just hand over the Dukedom to Annalisa? No fight, no argument?”

she avowed and slipped past me. I shook my head from side to side and contemplated strangling my Beta. When I entered the office, Duke sat on the couch to the wall with his right leg crossed on top of the left. He was on his tablet, acting like he didn’t just have the fuck of his life with Keisha. Immediately, by the scent and where he was positioned, I knew where they had soiled with sex. The couch. I sighed to release my anger. I’ll let it go this time.

You yourself said that people have not known the truth about us for many hundreds of years, - says Yulia. - Just sit down and read a couple of chapters. You yourself will understand everything. the librarian says. Julia stands in indecision, not knowing what to do. But still, he sits down in the chair next to Duk and hesitantly opens the book. She starts to read. Duk is wiping his glasses with a soft cloth, his eyes are darting nervously, his forehead is covered with wrinkles, he is obviously seriously thinking about something. Yulia quickly flipped through the pages, with every minute her impassive face became more serious and attentive. Over time. She tore her eyes away from the book in sh

My sister and I were both reborn on the very day the marriage pacts were to be chosen. In our previous life, she was the one who married Adrian, the Black-Armored Duke whose reputation for cold brutality struck fear into all. She endured his indifference until she was cast out and sent back to the Vere family in disgrace. I married Lucian, the White Knight, gentle and gracious as carved jade. I wore the Duchess's coronet and became the envy of all. She was consumed by jealousy, convinced I had stolen her true love. So she killed me. And so, this time around, she rushed ahead of everyone else, personally tying the white stag ribbon that represented Lucian, shoving the Black Wolf that everyone

A voice said, jolting me out of my thoughts and I twirled around to find Duke gazing down at me with amused eyes. "Huh?" I asked, not knowing what to say. To say I was lacking what to reply to him would be a very big lie from me, I was rather struck by how handsome he looked. He was putting on a beige color shirt that rolled up to his elbows, his eyebrows were shaved as if he was a girl. His black long pants looked extremely good on him and judging from the look of it, it must be worth millions. His shirt had two buttons undone and muscles flexed under his shirt. He looked like some Greek god and at that moment I knew I couldn't be more proud of him. "Done ogling me?" He said, his lips twitc