The Duke And I Novels & Stories

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.

the Duke looks me dead in the eyes, “You’re safe. If I go with you, the King will be happier that he has someone he trusts with you, though he will still want to see you in person soon. And your mate gets the benefit of your presence. If his Beta would guarantee my safety, I’d appreciate it, though.” For a moment, I silently studied this Duke fellow while he waited for Jayvon’s response. He was clearly smart. He knew politics and diplomacy well enough to intuit people’s motivations quickly. He was also gorgeous. He could pass for Latin or Italian with his smooth bronze skin and sinfully deep brown eyes. Yet, my experience had taught me that smooth-talking hotties weren’t always trustworthy.

The next day I woke up, I am now the fiance of the Demon Duke in the Kingdom of Franche-Comte, a kingdom that believes in religion, however, it has a Demon Lord living among its people, Duke of Dubois Castle, or known as Lemon. He holds my hand tight and trails kisses to my pulse, ever since I have known that this man is a Demon who saved my life with the contract of fulfilling his desire, he frequents my room almost every night. “It is not money, and not my title as the countess, also you said that it is not my soul, what is it that you desire Duke?” he paused and those jewel red eyes looked at me intently, he climbed onto my bed and even closed the distance between us. I could feel the war

The Duke cut his servant unfinished sentences and shrieked, "Prepare the carriage now!" "My Lord, plea--," "Just do it, Albert!" The Duke ran as fast as he can through an opened door on his study room. After losing his deary wife, he can't lose his daughter too. If possible, he can traded his life for Cecilia. Armano's heart felt like been squeezed by a cold hand. He realized that there are nothing more important than his beloved Cecilia. He was already in the entrance door where Cecilia get out from her carriage.

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."

I wanted to know what kind of mess I had stepped into. “A long time ago, my father had a brother named Stanley Cater,” Duke began. He picked up his glass but did not drink yet. “Stanley was impulsive. He was the kind of man who acted before he thought. He fell hard for a woman named Hana. According to him, she was beautiful and ambitious. In reality, she was just ruthless.” I watched Duke’s face. The charm he had used earlier was gone. He looked tired.

I trembled with rage as Duke leaned in and wrapped his arms around me. “Behave, okay?” he murmured in my ear. “If you want to live—argh!” Luciano pried his hands off me with an iron grip, his eyes dark as he stepped menacingly close to Duke. “Touch her again, and I'll kill you.” Duke was trembling like a child that had just been wanked terribly, as Luciano shoved him away. Then he turned and grabbed my hand, flashing me a charming grin that sent my heart skipping. “Time to go home, wife.”

Miss Tellaro did not choose to fancy anything so absurd, and quelled her chaperon with a frown. Mrs Andromeda was right in her conjecture - it was the Duke of Venice. He came out of the church after the service with Lord and Lady Roma IX, a burly, red-faced gentleman with very staring blue eyes and a pear shaped head. Mrs Andromeda, who had lingered strategically on the pretext of exchanging greetings with an acquaintance, contrived to be in the way. Lady Roma bowed and smiled, but the Duke, with his rather protuberant eyes fixed on Miss Tellaro, he very palpably twitched her sleeve.

He raised a single, heavy boot and kicked the mahogany door clean off its iron hinges, sending the massive slab of wood crashing across the polished parquet floor of the solar. Inside, the air smelled of expensive, imported pipe tobacco and aged cherry wine. Duke Charles of the Southern Marches stood by the wide arched windows, his velvet robes of deep emerald green rustling as he spun around to face the intrusion. He was a man in his late fifties, his silver hair neatly coiffed and his fingers heavy with gold signet rings, but his aristocratic composure was utterly shattered. In his right hand, he held a half-burned sheet of parchment—a letter he had been frantically trying to destroy in th

Duke! "Duke, you kissed me?"