The Duke And I Epub Novels & Stories

I do not have the stamina to wield both weapons for long, and I am exhausted by the time I return to the castle with the Duke after midday. I arrive at the Duke's bedroom with a pitcher of clean water when I discover the Duke and his mistress are making up for the day before. Both were in a heated embrace, and I do not want to witness anything further. I silently close the door, leaving the pitcher on the office desk. The scene should not bother me, but it does. I need a distraction. I sit on the ground outside of the closed office door after I grabbed the book "The Odyssey," which the Duke must have returned to his library. I am at the end of the second

Pardon me for the rush, but I can't wait to meet my future Duchess. Truly Yours, Duke Raziel Valen Donovan Duchy of Xynnar He had his signature at the end. Just like last time. But this time, she didn’t feel like vomiting in disgust. This time, she felt so excited. Vienna opened her cabinet to find the book, which is still intact. So that means she finished visiting Duke Raziel in his Rogue guild, and she hasn’t burned the book yet, and now she’ll have to meet with Duke Raziel.

“I like you, your grace, but...” “But not the same way you love him,” Nylian scoffed. “I know,” he rubbed the back of his neck. “He always takes everything from me.” “He's not bad.” Jimmy mumbled. “Sure,” Nylian nodded. He got up and opened the door, “Make sure to finish your breakfast.” he said before leaving. The Duke left the mansion and headed to the village. He wanted to go to the library to buy a book about the Dark Creatures. He was planning to give it to Jimmy so that he understands how much danger they are and why he can never beat them.

From up there, the entire stretch of Metro Manila sprawled before her—concrete, chaos, and dreams wrapped in smog and sunlight. Her eyes fell on a copy of Forbes Business Magazine sitting on the side table, slightly crumpled from being read too many times. Duke’s face stared back at her from the cover. “The Billionaire’s Heir,” the title read in bold, gleaming letters. She reached for it slowly, tracing his jawline on the glossy page with her fingers as if it were some long-lost relic. According to the article, Duke was now one of the most promising and influential young businessmen in the country, following in the footsteps of his father who apparently owned several enterprises in Zambales.

“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

Duke Conrad answered whilst about to kiss the back of her hand. Like lightning, Lianne pulled her hand away. “Have you forgotten who is the king? Don’t even think that you still want to claim the bargain you had with Garlow?!” she pointed out. “Well, the better it is, my princess!” he exclaimed which confused Lianne. She wanted to leave as soon as possible but with how the Duke didn’t show any worry, it made her want to investigate some more. “What do you mean?” she asked.

As she furiously scrolled through the flagged documents, her mind questioned why she was angry in the first place. Greg Claw was a duke, now in the good books of the kingdom. He was a bachelor with wealth, status, connections, and a vicious charm. How was it a surprise that he’d already moved on from Izabella and now had someone else? If it wasn’t a surprise, why did Sush feel something akin to betrayal?

"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

Based on his sharp words and direct behavior, Reginald was at least ten times harder to deal with than Zachary. "Duke Reginald, you must be joking," Brandon forced a smile, steering the conversation in a different direction. "What I'd like to know is why the Duke has appeared here." "I figured that would be your question. And it’s no surprise, given the remoteness of this place. For someone of my rank, a duke, to show up here does seem odd. I suppose Prince Zachary has told you that this whole assassination plot was my own concoction? That I staged it to create an opportunity to heroically save Miss Martha, hoping that by rescuing her, you’d be grateful to me, isn’t that right?" Reginald spo

Thinking that there was a quite huge possibility that the cold-blooded butcher would buy her, Lili felt like a fishbone had been stuck in her throat. Even though the Duke looked handsome and fresh outside, it wouldn’t matter if his insides were rotten. Lili bit her lips and waited for the old lady’s reply. She hoped that the old headmistress could think of a solution for her current source of trouble. The duke. The man that had been dubbed as the ‘Butcher of the North’. She didn’t wish for a bloody duke as a sponsor, especially if the man was someone infamous for killing young ladies… like her. She wished some dragon would just swoop her away and be done with it.