Novel & Cerita The Duke Book

Duke stopped himself before admitting he took Martha to the bedroom on the plane. “You what?” Ada presses. “Nothing, My Duchess,” Duke takes her hand and kisses it. “Nice try,” Ada stops him. “What did you do?” “Who did you do?” Emma asks with raised eyebrows. “Don’t lie to your mates, Duke,” Lewis warns. “The goddess gifted you two mates, don’t lie to them.” Duke is sitting between his mates and looks at both of them. “Jern’s daughter, Martha. She offered herself to Bär, who denied her, but took up the offer,” Duke tells them, bracing for them to yell.

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.

"How was it?" I dropped my bag on the chair and threw my jacket after it. "You would not believe what I found out tonight." I pulled open the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water, pressing it briefly against the side of my neck before twisting it open. "Duke has a twin. An identical twin." Harry stopped chewing. "He abhors the man, and I sat there and watched Duke leave the moment his brother walked in." I took a long sip. "I am so pissed off right now."

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

“And you already decided you’re coming home with us, so there’s no point wasting energy pretending otherwise.” Juliette’s jaw dropped. She half-laughed, half-choked. “Wow. At least let a woman have some pride.” Duke moved like a fucking viper one second surveying the room, the next his hand was in her hair, threading through those thick dark strands and tilting her head back just the way I’d fantasized about earlier. Then he angled her toward me and dipped low, whispering in her ear, “Who needs pride when you could be coming in five minutes?”

Based on his sharp words and direct behavior, Reginald was at least ten times harder to deal with than Zachary. "Duke Reginald, you must be joking," Brandon forced a smile, steering the conversation in a different direction. "What I'd like to know is why the Duke has appeared here." "I figured that would be your question. And it’s no surprise, given the remoteness of this place. For someone of my rank, a duke, to show up here does seem odd. I suppose Prince Zachary has told you that this whole assassination plot was my own concoction? That I staged it to create an opportunity to heroically save Miss Martha, hoping that by rescuing her, you’d be grateful to me, isn’t that right?" Reginald spo

His family is not just a top-tier family but one of the three major families in East Highland Park! Duke is known by everyone for his strength and power! With his fists alone, he had already crushed the heads of countless people. But luckily Charles had this same Duke that is feared and respected by all ask him what he wants him to do for him after he saved his life. Charles could have chosen millions, billions, or trillions, a villa, cars, designer clothes and shoes, a company! He could have chosen anything at all but recalling that Duke was a high combat expert, he asked for one thing, which was that he acts as his subordinate for one day and help him kill a young man that embarrassed him

But by the time he realized what he’d said, it was already too late. Duke looked at him wearing that same eyes again. A cold one. “Worry not, Father. I may be weak but I am not dumb.” His son’s firm reply reached his ears. “This here,” Duke showed Raul two furry toys he was holding. “Are my brother’s bed companions. I’m just delivering these to them. May I, then?” “Do what you need to do.” Was all Raul could say as he walked past his 9-year-old son. He stopped his strides after only five steps and then looked back. He saw Duke entering the tent he just came from. “Something is changed in him.” He commented.

The Duke flinched by the sharpness of the mere guard. "I'm planning to take the lady for lunch. A dog guard should just follow in the back, don't you think so?" Duke Molten is so pissed. He is ready to get rid of the guard by disrespecting him many times. He will use it as an opportunity to blackmail the lady. A vicious smile showed on his face.

Caspian asked. "Ah, it's called 'Survive as the Shade Hero's Daughter'. It's a really good story but it's quite dark because the Dark Hero or the Duke is a serial killer for the Emperor, but then he adopts a encounters an orphan girl from the streets after he sees her wield a rare kind of magic and thought she'll be a great prospect. Then the daughter who saw the Duke as his savior did everything she could to protect the Duchy and the Empire, using her talents and skills, she exposes the women who wants to seduce the Duke and cause the Empire into ruin. While doing that, she maintains a good relationship with her Father, her brother, a mercenary who turned out to be a billionaire, the Guild