The Duke And I Novels & Stories

Duke Hugin said and I was surprised. The attack must've been really bad if they got in the castle. "Then are they still attacking outside? I don't hear any fighting." WIschard said worriedly. "No, the fighting stopped the day before." The young man answered. "If the fighting stopped then what are we doing here?" I asked and the Duke sighed sadly. "The truth is my granddaughter was kidnapped by those monsters." Duke Hugin replied and we were shocked to hear that. "Please help me get my daughter back. She's the only one my wife has left me." The young man said tearfully.

“I’m here on assignment from the Duke to investigate the matter of the bandits that have been causing trouble for this town. I would appreciate your cooperation, Sir……” “Hermas, ma’am. I would be more than happy to cooperate” She wasn’t the only one having troubles with the bandits, his eye bags were proof that they were a big problem, even though the duke put them aside. “That’s great. Please show me the documents” Wilbur watched her display every bit of elegance as she went through the proceedings. She was befitting of her reputation in the capital, a cold impenetrable wall of elegance. The look in her eyes was one he hated the most, those cold eyes that regarded everything as beneath it.

"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

I’ve been trying to understand what on earth would’ve made me not adore her in the first place, despite the fact that we both had a contract marriage. “Come on, let’s get going,” I replied as she walked down the stairs while I checked my watch. It was 6:34 already and that's a clear sign that we’ve spent so much and it was really a fast day. The whole place looked so beautiful. Duke was a fan of luxury so I didn’t expect anything less. He had the whole place well-furnished and like he was royalty. I couldn’t quite understand why his daughter, Janet would dress half naked, she wasn’t changed at all. I tried to spot Rome’s eyes glued to her while she smiled and shook hands with Mrs. Grande, th

Then added, “With some steam.” Hayden pinched my butt. “Naughty girl.” I pinched his arm or tried to. His skin was hard and soft at the same time, made with muscles and tears of children, probably. “How about this? The Duke and The Princess,” he said, surprising me with a shirtless cover of a faceless Duke and the heroine in a scandalous red corset dress. I was busy reading the blurb, but he turned the page on the screen and had started reading it. I sighed, melting over him, and listened to his rumbling husky voice.

Sulking in her chair and tucking the folder back under her tablet on her lap, Hazel said, “You’re usually funny when you’re mean, but not this time.” Rubbing away the sensation from the blow, Sush said, “Maybe the duke’s just here to work, Haze. How about you give him a pass? It’s not like you don’t have other offers. And pull up B-12 for me, please.” Tapping on her keyboard, she complained, “No offers or prospects can beat him.” “You just met him. Yesterday,” Sush noted pointedly. “Exactly! And he’s already ticked all my boxes!”

Rig sarcastically told Duke while he plays his balisong just like he always do but what he said was a fact. "Everything's going as planned, Duke." He muttered and placed the figured at the glass table beside his chair, placing it in between two figure of nude man holding a gun. "Everything's going on very well. Perfect and all so well." He slowly uttered while smirking his lips. "So you mean, the woman from last night. You know that she's escaping and you let her go?" Duke is still puzzled and his slow understanding is irritating the hell out of Rig and ignored by him.

I tried to joke, but it came out weak. Duke gave me a small, tired smile. “Yeah, well, it’s been a hell of a day.” Ryder closed the door behind him and locked it. “What’s going on, Duke? You look like you just saw a ghost.” Duke ran a hand through his messy hair. “Not a ghost. Worse.” “What do you mean?” I asked, standing up. My legs felt shaky. Duke took a deep breath, his eyes not meeting mine. “I saw Marcus.”

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?”

“I—“ He shook his head. “Even if I was interested in dating right now, it wouldn’t be you. How many times have you seen me before and not said a word. Do you even remember how mean you’ve been to me?” She flushed. “I haven’t—“ “My name is Duke,” he said, looking at her. “You sit in front of me in Frameworks. One the first day of classes, it was a literal monsoon outside and you asked your friend if you thought I was trying to embody a drowning dog.” My jaw dropped as her jaw dropped. I could see the understanding coming to her as she dragged her gaze over him. “I… I didn’t… You looked different.” “And you’re still a mean person. Please leave me alone.”