The Duke And I Epub Novels & Stories

he said, to which the young man immediately replied. “Understood, Your Grace!” *** In the wide palace hall, Duke Andrew walked quietly, even though almost all attention was on him. As a duke, especially his title as a Duke of Alison, Duke Andrew did not need anyone's permission to enter the palace as he pleased. But ever since he took the duke's position, Duke Andrew rarely came to the palace unless there was something very urgent. Duke Andrew wasn't the kind of guy who liked crowds. Instead of being seen by troublesome people who liked to wander around the palace, Duke Andrew preferred to visit his territory to sort out any problems that might occur there.

I said. "No, don't do that," Duke says while blushing. "Why, not because I just wanted to see what her name is and add a date with it, and it is with you," I said while laughing. "The reason why is, I am looking into her mind-reading her thoughts. She had wanted me for a long time. And she won't mind sharing me if that is the way to have me for herself, also with someone else. She is hoping it's another guy and not chic, though." He says in a whisper.

“You played me.” I shrug, feigning innocence. “You got comfortable, Mr. Duke, and I easily took advantage of that.” He leans forward, his grin widening and light gray eyes glinting with intrigue as he mutters, “You really are full of surprises, aren’t you?” I meet his gaze squarely and fold my arms over my chest, unable to stop the triumphant smirk from taking over my face. “I guess that means Lancaster Luxe has a new business partner.”

ANN I had been looking at the boiling kettle, but my mind was far stretched. I don’t know what Duke has done to me; I can’t seem to take him out of my mind. I kept going through his social media pages, looking and admiring his pictures, his hands that do magic to my soul and body. I can’t be falling for him, not Duke. I will only get hurt at the end. My focus should be on Louis, not on his nephew. “Good morning, princess.”

Five minutes later, they arrived at the Duke's room. Anxiously, Duke Martin opens his room as he tries to calm his palpitating pulse. "Feel free to go around inside my room, Your Highness. I am sure you want to know what's inside my room. So, I am showing it to you, Your Highness." Dreadfully, the Duke says. Wasting no time, Prince Julian shoves the Duke out of the door, and His Highness barges inside. His eyes scan all over the room, and he finds no clues since the Duke's room is rather clean and plain.

Duke Arthur and Beatrice Blanche who was sitting alone in the room were sitting quietly until it was filled with laughter of the Duke. "You are going to be the Grand Duchess of this Empire. You don't have to make a deal with me, do whatever you want!" Arthur shouted full of pride. "You don't even know me, what if I do something that can embarrass your name," Beatrice said shyly. Arthur thought the woman in front of him was very interesting. She was brave enough to make a deal with the Grand Duke while others fainted just standing in front of him but now he saw the lady being shy all of sudden.

“It’s really nothing! But if you’re curious, we’ve got plenty more stories about Ember we could share.” Realizing the girls were on the verge of saying a little too much, I quickly cut in to steer the conversation elsewhere. “Oh, by the way,” I said hurriedly, “we ran into the Northern Duke earlier today in the garden. Isn’t he such a refined gentleman?” The sudden change worked. The girls’ attention snapped back, and they nodded eagerly, following my lead. “You ran into Duke Dane?” my mother asked with interest. “Don’t let his distant attitude fool you, he’s actually a kind and honorable man once you get to know him.”

Fear locks my throat like a frozen door. She stops in front of me, so close I can smell her floral perfume, sharp and expensive. “The Duke has moved on, you see,” she purrs, her eyes alight with cruel pleasure. “He has his rebellions to plan, his northern ladies to visit. He doesn’t have time for problematic, prophetic little upstarts who cause diplomatic incidents and get valuable assets killed.” Leaning forward, she lets her words slip out like a threat. Her tone turns sharp, almost silent. Now it’s your turn to face what comes next

“You aren’t breaking anyone’s heart. No one has to know that this whole thing is fake. Also, no matter what you say, they’ll assume that I get bored of you. If you want to go through with this revenge, you have to marry me. You have to be the one who tames the wild duke.” Katherine rolled her eyes. “You are not a duke yet. You’re an earl.” “True but I don’t think saying you’re the one who tames the wild ‘soon to be’ a duke sounds great.” She laughed. Damn it, even when he drove her crazy, he still managed to get her smile. “Well that isn’t just a step, that’s a leap right there,” he commented, one corner of his mouth rose and formed a charming, lopsided smile.

Hold on, my love, I am coming for you, Aiden thought as he was riding his stallion and went after his future bride. ***** I was smiling at the person that was sitting in front of me. Duke Henderson was the crown prince from Zirconia, a little country on the south of Niapachad Island. He just arrived yesterday and I greeted him just in time when I arrived from Grea to Royal Molftus. And right now, we’re having breakfast with Niklaus, my cousin, acting as our chaperone. “So, Prince Duke—” “Please, call me Duke, Your Majesty,” he said as he was looking at me with his peculiar maroon eyes. I smiled before I dabbed my mouth as well.