The Duke And I Novels & Stories

I asked again in a more nervous voice, now that I knew who he was, I was sure he had the connections to do that, and that realisation scared me. “Oh, he's serious, no doubts about that”, Duke answered without missing a beat, and my heart fell. Then he added, “But then again, you are the first girl he's bringing home and given a chance to earn her keep… so good luck and try to avoid getting on his bad side” ***

Rebecca walked out through the open the door and Zita closed it behind them. Williams got to the landing with the eyes still at the door. Thomas had entered the house through the back door and glanced at his master. He furrowed his brow, confused why the Duke was looking at the door. "Your grace?" Williams heard him and turned to his side. He had a straight face. "You've been staring at the door for awhile. Do you want me to get something for you?" Thomas asked him. Duke Williams shook his head. "The Duchess just left." He said plainly and had his eyes at the door again.

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.

Duke’s tone drips with sarcasm. As they stood there, footsteps echoed on the hall until the doorknob was twisted, and they are not wrong. It is David. When he first laid his eyes on the pair, the glint changes into hatred. The smile faltered on his lips as he scowled. “What are you two doing here?” Scornful, he asked. But Mrs. Duke did not show any fear. “I am here for my daughter.” She announced. “I am looking for Raquel.”

He pretended to be still angry, making Alameida let out a long sigh. "I'm sorry, okay, Ray?" whispered Alameida in a velvety voice. Old Duke didn't answer immediately. But he then spoke in a low voice... "I'll find a species of cat that isn't afraid of Lycan for you to keep. Just wait." Hearing that, Alameida immediately widened her sparkling eyes at her husband. "Ray! Oh, I love you—!" . . . ---------------------- My heart is warm :DD Old Duke and Old Duchess' relationship is exactly like my Granpa and Granma, but reversed! My Granma was a serious lady and my Granpa was very mischievous with a sweet, velvety voice.

And so, heartwarming moments have ended in such short span of time. “What was that?” Duke’s voice behind. We turned to see his irritated face. I urged Ria to go inside first and so, she obediently obeyed. Duke was raising one of his brows at me, accusations were evident in those narrowing eyes. “Obviously, someone just did what you couldn’t.” I said in a monotone. “What?” He hissed and by the sourness of his expression, I knew he’s already pissed. “Y-You… you just can’t resist him, can you? Such a slutty cunt you are!” He vulgarly insulted.

"Dukе іѕ еіghtееn, оld enough tо fіght fоr hіѕ соuntrу. Dukе lоvеѕ mе аnd we are engaged. Duke slowly gоt tо hіѕ fееt lооkіng ѕсаrеd. Hе wаѕ about ѕіx-fоur, and аbоut 200 lbѕ. Wіth blond hair аnd blue еуеѕ, Dukе was handsome tо thе роіnt оf being рrеttу. "Whаt about уоu Puke? I said, ѕlарріng his fасе. What dо уоu hаvе tо ѕау for уоurѕеlf, Puke? I sneered, mocking him.

A smile played about her full lips until Kate had wanted to scream. “How much does he pay you to play the doting wife?” Paris continued, tilting her gorgeous head to one side as she looked up to meet Kate’s blue eyes. “Five million GBP? Ten?” Without waiting for Kate's reply, she continued, “Did he also ask you to carry his child? I mean, he has a duty to his family to have a son, as I’m sure you know. He’s royalty after all. Someone must ensure that the Duke title stays in the family.” She gave Kate a once over and slowly nodded. “Yes, I can see how you can be of use for that.” Then a dangerous smile formed on her painted lips. “Or maybe he still thinks about me.”

His ostentatious powdered wig and his milky-white face were both exceptionally ugly. She didnt recognize the duke from some photograph in a history book. She knew far too much about him. She knew everything. Like how the royal ladies-in-waiting swapped bawdy jokes about the sad size of the dukes scepter. About how hed lost that eye (hunting accident, on a trip hed joined to appease the king). And about how right now, the duke was going to send in the girls whom hed preselected as suitable marriage material for the twelve-year-old king waiting inside.

" he said, adding one of his pantie dropping smiles in the bargain. Ellie knew she was going to regret this, but having thought about it, she had very little money left; and unless she wanted to spend the night in a doorway, she had nowhere to go as Marsha's sister was coming home that afternoon. "Alright, we can start again, and give it one month's trial. I'm Eleanor Fox." She said, holding her hand out timidly. "Jasper Neyve, eleventh Duke of Shettleham. I would very much prefer it if you called me Jasper. We can save the formalities for senior royals. Oh and foreigners – they seem to love it too, and the last person to call me sir was a schoolboy copper trying to book me for speeding." He