The Duke And I Novels & Stories

My head snapped towards it, my eyes growing large as I saw Duke stood there, a very sizable bulge in his trousers letting me know that he had seen the entire dance. "That," he said, walking into the room with the gait of a deadly predator, "was one of the sexiest things I have ever seen in my life." His eyes were trained on me, never once leaving my face, letting me know that if he was the predator, I was most definitely his prey

His fingers brush my jaw, hesitant, like I might disappear if he touches too hard. Then the storm shifts. Low footfalls. Mud squelching. A slow clap. Jake’s eyes snap open. He turns. And Duke steps from the shadows of a half-collapsed neighboring tent — casual, elegant, smug, wearing the aftermath of war like a tailored suit. His long coat is drenched and torn, blood splattered across one sleeve, hair slicked back by the rain. He looks annoyingly beautiful. Deceptively calm. But his eyes— Cold. Silver.

The Duke calmly watches his mate fall into a blissful sleep. He came to this place for something else. Never in his wildest imagination did he think that he would run into his mate. And that too someone he knows very well. The arena is empty except for him, Roseanne and Pyodor. “Er...sir?” Pyodor begins. “About that two hundred million creds…” “Ah yes,” the Duke nods. “Send the guards away.” Pyodor motions his guards to leave while the Duke tends to his mate. He lays Roseanne tenderly on the ground as if she is as fragile as glass. His mate really is delicate and he will take good care of her.

Duke is in shock, his mouth is open, and he's just looking at me because of what I just said. "Are you ok?" I ask, trying to snap him out of it. "Yep, just splendid. Why?" Duke says, still in a trance. "Well, you're staring at me like I am crazy," I said. "Oh no. I just got a mind-link from my friends, Guy, and the rest of the gang. They said that the loverboy himself is heading towards the mall to watch a movie as well, and he is lip-locked with Vanessa. Sorry, honey, it will get better, trust me. Sage has feelings for you, and he just doesn't know how to show them. Anyway, are you hungry? I'm starving. How about sushi? Do you like that?" Duke says. Shocking me and changing subjects at the

Edmond answered back. Feeling disgusted by the pretense between the two old men, Duke can only turn away. He has always been bad with feigning kindness and faking good relationships. On one side of his torso, he could feel his father’s elbow poking his side, as if signaling him to say something. “I’m very honored to be invited in your mansion, sir.” “Oh Duke! You don’t have to call my husband sir. After all, we’re going to be families soon.” Suddenly, a beautifully refined middle-aged woman appeared out of nowhere.

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.

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.

“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.”

If he preferred tall, curvy brunettes with caramel skin and brown eyes, then I clearly didn't fit the mold, not even one bit. I forced myself to stop biting my nails nervously and concentrate on their conversation. "Well, I wouldn't read too much into it," I heard the Duke say to her. "You probably don't check his boxes for marriage, and that has nothing to do with your hair or skin color." "But how can he judge anything about me when he wouldn't spare a minute to talk to me? Like the last time we met, for example," she continued explaining, giving a good show of her bubble butt as she bent down to grab her panties. "I found out he was going to be at Faust Park, so I waited for him at the pa

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.