The Duke Book Novels & Stories

Celea was looking around to see every single person in their tribe dead so she anxiously asked the Duke " Father….Where are Nayeli and Carmen ? " "....." There was complete silence between the two ***** Not long after Celea had left for the mountain the Duke received the message that somewhere near the Dukedom the Duchesses body had been found lifeless, the Duke went there right away just to find his wife dead and then he saw it. Smoke. From afar coming from the duchy and that's when he realized. A trap. The Paşa jumped on his horse but not before telling his companion to stay behind with the Duchess. He was now riding back towards the mansion with an incredible speed

Aakifahlynn asked with a voice laced with interest, though not one thing about it was sincere. She really could not care less; they all plotted against her. The Duke leaned back and removed his jacket, puffing his chest out. The outlines of his rugged chest could be seen through his shirt. Aakifahlynn surmised that move would usually have the girls falling all over him, so she obliged. "I work closely with the Alpha King and his Queen." The Duke boasted. "Really, is that so? Please, do tell me more." She reached and ran her finger down the front of his buff chest, popping the first button open.

God help her. Greg would admit that when he put that item in the list of demands, he’d expected a firm and flat no from his cousin if not from the queen first. He was surprised when they fully supported it. “Misfortune…” Lucy began, with the voice of frost. “...is a condition brought about by nature, something none of us can control. What happened to the duke was not a misfortune. It was a conspiracy designed to compromise our species. A scheme to get close to the duke to take my daughter’s blood and you call that an ‘incident’? Which the duke had the ‘misfortune of suffering’?”

“According to the decree of the duke, the duchess shall henceforth be in charge of the household expenses and the minor transactions of the dukedom as a whole. These are the resources you need” He handed her two books and a notepad with an inkwell and a feather pen. It was the same thing she had received in her last life. In the past, she was grateful for at least something to do but now, it was a blatant insult. “I accept the decree of the duke. I have been trained for this so I can handle it” It was an excuse to get out of the castle and meet up with her people. She could also gather resources for the poison and plan her escape. It would be a pity if she didn’t know her way after escaping.

“And you aren’t what she was supposed to get.” “‘Get’?” Duke’s mouth twitched in a snarl as she jabbed at him, his irritation rapidly rising. “The Duke Agency?” he read disdainfully, flipping the card over briefly and dismissing it in the same second. He knew a con when he saw one. “And what exactly is it that you supply?” “If you don’t know, then you obviously don’t belong here,” Rachel snapped. Standing on tiptoe, she craned her neck to see over his shoulder into the room. “Caitlyn!”

Duke Malcom readily agreed to the plan, as he was worried about his daughter's health. However, when Duke Kensington heard this, he found himself reluctant to agree. In fact, if he's given the choice, he would've married her even in this state and transport her back to the Kensington's Estates so he could tend to her himself. The sight of the half-read book placed on the small table beside the bed could only mean one thing, the Prince had been visiting Lady Melissa in secret. Duke Kensington had seen the book in the Prince's study once. There was no mistake in that, what he feared had actually happened. With this knowledge, how could he agree to postpone the wedding? Someone's trying to snat

“I like you, your grace, but...” “But not the same way you love him,” Nylian scoffed. “I know,” he rubbed the back of his neck. “He always takes everything from me.” “He's not bad.” Jimmy mumbled. “Sure,” Nylian nodded. He got up and opened the door, “Make sure to finish your breakfast.” he said before leaving. The Duke left the mansion and headed to the village. He wanted to go to the library to buy a book about the Dark Creatures. He was planning to give it to Jimmy so that he understands how much danger they are and why he can never beat them.

"Every time he sees me, he just tries to send me away. Maybe I'm not his type." The Duke, clad only in a pair of breeches, arched a brow. He seemed to be unfazed by her beauty. "Does he have a type?" "Most of the time, yes, petite, golden blonde, blue eyes... nothing out of the world." "Ugh," she scoffed, taming her raven-black hair with her fingertips. She was a stunning, full-figured woman with dark hair. Was she the Duke's type? If he preferred tall, curvy brunettes with caramel skin and brown eyes, then I clearly didn't fit the mold, not even one bit.

she answered. It took a few seconds before the Prince responded. “If that was what you think, I did not have any reasons to object to it,” the Prince said. “Your answer lacked details,” Duke stated. My ears tingled by what the Duke had expressed. I forced myself to smile and look innocent, though I wanted to smack him. Frederick Ivrea, one of those people you do not want to mess with. A valiant warrior--- a perfect description for the Duke of Athenesy. Exterminator of corrupt officials, pirates, and any person who attempts to overthrow the Empire.

His fingers brush my jaw, hesitant, like I might disappear if he touches too hard. Then the storm shifts. Low footfalls. Mud squelching. A slow clap. Jake’s eyes snap open. He turns. And Duke steps from the shadows of a half-collapsed neighboring tent — casual, elegant, smug, wearing the aftermath of war like a tailored suit. His long coat is drenched and torn, blood splattered across one sleeve, hair slicked back by the rain. He looks annoyingly beautiful. Deceptively calm. But his eyes— Cold. Silver.