The Duke And I Epub Novels & Stories

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?”

■■■ Duke's sitting at the floor like a kid, his legs are spread as wide as he can while holding a magazine of cars that he dreams of having but never had one 'cause he knows he will only waste it. "How come you're not freaked out? Now the police knows that you're still alive." Duke asked him. He's staring at the figurine of a nude woman, sitting at his favorite chair with his feet placed above his coffee table. He's wearing a black robe and a fuzzy indoor slippers. "Haven't you getting used to our boss, Duke? He's that kind of person who would keep his cool even his whole house is on fire." Rig sarcastically told Duke while he plays his balisong just like he always do but what he said was a

“Dear brother, the faith you have in me is so very little. I am familiar with the first princess and the Duchess of Everon. This is more than enough for me.” “The Duchess of Everon? How did you come to know the Duchess of the South so quickly?” “Coincidence. With her and the princess as my foothold, changing the pace of their high society would be easy. The only problem I would have is the fact that I’m supposed to be dead and I’m supposed to be the Queen of Ducroft. It would take time for the news to spread but eventually, it would. I'm not sure how the high society of Polivia would take it. I will wait and watch for now. To settle in high society, I just have to show I'm capable, don't I?"

Ryan was instantly silenced, his mouth opening and closing like a fish gasping for air. I looked directly at Marcus, the man I had once thought I loved more than life itself. "Marcus, I came down here not because I can't bear to leave you, but because I wanted to say some things to your face. Things you need to hear." Marcus's eyes filled with desperate hope again. "I, Catherine Blackwood, am a Duke's daughter who was beloved and cherished from the moment I was born. But because I was blind and stupid enough to fall for you, you trampled my dignity into the dirt and let a servant lord over me like I was nothing."

"I am the Duke." "You?" For one long moment, utter bewilderment was writ large across her delightful countenance. For the life of her, Margaret could not use her surprise. How could this man, of all men, be the Duke? Aside from he fact he was far too young to have been a crony if her father's, the gentleman before her was unquestionably a rake. And a rake of the first order, to boot. Whether the dark-browned, harsh-featured face wig its aquiline nose and firm mouth and chin or the lazy assurance with which he had entered the room had contributed to her reading of his character, she could not have said. But the calmly arrogant way his intensely blue eyes had roved from the top of her curls al

"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.

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Alpha Jeffn’s face darkened, and he laughed coldly, “So, you still remember that event? Do you treat me like a dog, calling me and then leaving immediately? You don’t even have the authority to give me orders.” “Duke, although you’re a Prince, it doesn’t give you the power to do as you please,” Emma stood tall, raised her head, and met his intense gaze with a cold, stern look. “What is it you want, and can you behave respectfully towards a woman? Are you not afraid of being seen, allowing others to wield the pen as a weapon against you?”

His pupils dilated with a look of genuine, disturbing hunger flashing in his eyes, craved not for my body, but for the power radiating off it. "I’m here because you look... useful," he whispered, "more than you were an hour ago. Tell me, Sienna, does it hurt to be that valuable?" "Useful." I spat the bitter word right back at him. "God, you’re an idiot. Is that all you see? A battery? A weapon?" "Everyone has a price," Duke replied, abandoning his usual logic as he leaned closer with eyes locked on mine. "Most people are too dull to even realize they’ve been bought, but you... you’re the only human who calls me by my name without a tremor."

Duke nipped her ear and spoke in a low voice, his tone carrying sinful promises. “No, I wasn’t!” Adina evaded his lips and tongue. “Get off, I still want to read my book.” “Who was the one who impatiently chased the children away just now? And who was the one who hurried out of the bed to lock the door?” Duke trailed after her, giving her ear another nip. “Are you still saying no, hm?” “No, I’m really not in the mood!”