The Duke Book Novels & Stories

They were smoky with irritation, and she knew that Jonathan had invited the duke's wrath with his careless words. While Jonathan turned with grim resignation toward the duke, Cassy watched him with appreciative eyes. Eastland looked so handsome, dressed much the same as her brother but with an assurance that Jonathan did not yet have. The duke's biscuit coloured trousers fit him perfectly, tightly skimming the lean muscles in his thighs and calves. He'd obviously just returned from an appointment because he still wore his greatcoat and beneath it his cutaway jacket, frilled shirt, and green waistcoat. His cravat was, as always, impeccably arranged, and he carried a tall crowned beaver hat in

"I am sorry for suddenly calling you onto our duchy but I hope you understand how dangerous our plight is." Duke Hugin said solemnly. You also understand how dangerous your plight is so why are you asking underage children to deal with it? I'm very dissatisfied with this duke. He's making it sound like we're doing something so noble when he forced us to do this. Are we just supposed to go because he called us? I'm from a ducal family too. Annoying old man.

It was the Christ the King celebration, and he was to chair the fair trade and the commissioning of the grotto that followed the procession, until Fabian appeared with news he had assumed he had dealt with temporarily. “What still holds her death? Why does she still roam the manor?” He stopped in front of Fabian to ask, even when he had been told the reason a thousand times. Fabian just stood in the darkness of the room, staring back at Edric and wishing he could control himself. “I am so close to being the next duke, so close to sitting on that seat of power and dining with the king,” he said aloud as he resumed pacing the room again, not caring if anyone overheard him.

Just like the real Alessandra, she had also become a vital person in the political world. Everything was going perfectly until he appeared in front of her with a contract marriage offer. "However, Duke Alexander, why should I accept your offer?" Alessandra inquired. The man in front of her had long black hair and dead-looking gray eyes. He was the Duke of Terrence Duchy and one of the most handsome and powerful men in the world of the novel. But he had a questionable personality.

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

Ryan was instantly silenced, his mouth opening and closing like a fish gasping for air. I looked directly at Marcus, the man I had once thought I loved more than life itself. "Marcus, I came down here not because I can't bear to leave you, but because I wanted to say some things to your face. Things you need to hear." Marcus's eyes filled with desperate hope again. "I, Catherine Blackwood, am a Duke's daughter who was beloved and cherished from the moment I was born. But because I was blind and stupid enough to fall for you, you trampled my dignity into the dirt and let a servant lord over me like I was nothing."

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.

He will be at the Dukes court" Samantha replies with a wink at Milly. Milly was surely going to do her best to get the attention of the prince in anyway she sees possible, it was so evident and clear that she wanted the prince so badly, more like she gets wet at the sound of the prince's name . "Greetings Father", Samantha gestures with a bow and a kiss on her fathers cheeks "My beloved daughter, hope your travels was safe and without a hitch in the forests and woods", says Duke Darius as he holds her on his shoulders. Duke Darius is a very tall king that though he was old had a very intimidating height and stature, he looked like an old Samson that still has the strength and energy to take

Was there an impending danger? By nature, the Duke was a quiet, brooding man who had not hesitated to claim her friendship however she fought. His tendency to evade questions, and pry deep into matters that were not of his concern, made Beth unsettled. He would somehow get the other person to pour out their truth, while all he would give of his were his exhalation. But Beth had to admit that at the base of her thoughts she wished a male friend to tell of the tales of men and their endless escapades, like Eric had told. She was glad the Duke was hers, and even though she doubted getting such unholy tales, she would still be entertained, wouldn't she?

Minute silence stretched every new second of time. “Julia, give orders, let them put him under surveillance, we must not let this man out of our sight,” Duk says, moving away from his thoughtful stupor. Julia nods in agreement. - As soon as Alud returns from the council, it will be necessary to tell him. Duke was silent. He picked up a book, opened it in a random place and selectively read a few lines, once again convinced of the authenticity of his guesses. Julia was no longer around, she left.