Novel & Cerita The Duke Book

" Duke was... Her first mate and he ultimately betrayed her for his greed for power. She believed that he loved her but all he wanted was That man's power she held inside of her." That man must have been Nathan but this was another tragedy I wasn't aware of. The way love can be used to hide one's true objectives and motives is always terrifying. "So Duke has control of the south chapters? Why so much bloodshed and death then?" "Because... It's his way of weeding out the weak... Now get some rest, it's been a long journey."

And where was Daisy when Duke ended his life, because I’m sure if she knew he was dead she wouldn’t have brought him into the conversation in such a tactless way and if she does know, she’s obviously stupider than I initially thought she was. An unfamiliar voice shouts into the room and all chatter stops. “Duke was found dead yesterday, ridden with guilt from his connection to you and Henry. You should be ashamed of tainting his name, bringing a man of the council into such...disgraceful acts.” Silence or what I assume to be silence, but she may be speaking so quietly that I can’t hear her. But I do hear that same council member speak again, “If it wasn’t for a simple note of admission, whic

“He is cursed? Oh my God! If the Jamaerah knew that, they would kill him. I think he deserves it… He is a cruel and merciless person. Full of rubbish. Full of stupidity. Arrogance. It’s better if we get out of here. Do you want to get out of here? This is such a stupid question. I will crack these doors open, tell me your story in the meantime. Start the show! The world is full of untold stories.” The man I talked to for a whole day, the man I laughed with and told stories, the man who used his hands to unlock both our cells and lead me outside, the man who knew the hidden passages of the Duke’s mansion, that man… had a mask hiding his face in the shape of a moth. Like the rumour I heard wee

Duke turned, carrying her up in his arms, and spoke up in a blood-chilling tone, “Make them pay greatly. Ensure such torture on them that they beg for death. But do not kill them. I will play the last card with them" He sounded like some ruthless psychopathic serial killer who gets peace by brutalizing people. The drunken men's throats turned dry and their hearts froze at the Duke's bone-chilling voice. They realized that the girl had indeed spoken the truth. She belongs to a really powerful person. They realized their mistake but it was too late. They invited the lion in the deer's den and now the lion will hunt them down mercilessly. The guards nodded and dragged them away. With Lelia in h

David Duke looked bleakly into his cup of hot chocolate, which Blue made, as Trent seemed to be spitting nails and scribbling furiously before standing. “I’m going to nail those fuckers to a wall and throw knives at them,” he turned. “Hito, if you could do a full work up on him. I’ll run a lineage trace.” “There’s no need to,” Duke said softly. “You… know where your family is?” I asked. “The-They…. They’re dead.” Duke let out a shuddering breath. “I-I saw their bodies wh-while they were trying to get us out.”

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.

the Duke said, closing his eyes. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain on his right wrist. "Why does my wrist hurt m...." he wanted to finish his words when he was shocked by what he saw. He read it aloud "It is a trap." "What does this mean?" he asked himself, intensely looking at it. "The only person who can write this is...Mr Brown?!" he exclaimed. "What is a trap?" the Duke asked again, looking up. He, then, realized something. The fighting of the undead men was a trap. His younger brother, Williams wanted to distract him and so he bewitched his friend, Mr Dewhurst, to lure him into the barn. He also brought him to this place, to deal with the Duchess.

“The boss keeps a private ledger. Investors, buyers—people who order things. Women mostly. He only brings the special ones home.” “How long have you known?” I asked. My voice was flat. I felt a roar in my chest that I forced down. Panic was a worse enemy than the boys outside or Kelvin. Panic made you obvious. “Long enough,” Duke said. He knelt beside me and folded his hands over his knees. “Not meddlers’ business, Ember. But he told me once to keep her alive, earn your keep. That’s how I got out of some trouble. It’s why I cook and carry bags and don’t ask questions.”

Kaelus didn't even blink at the bloody display unfolding right in front of him. "Raipherze! I—I heard the Duke talking to the head butler!" the young man who leaked the information blurted out, shivering in pure terror as he stared at his comrade's mangled face. "You just said Lancaster." "It—it was just a stopover, Your Grace! The Duke owns a massive estate in Raipherze. Back when he proposed to the lady—" "Enough," Kaelus cut him off sharply. His chest heaved with a quiet fury, entirely unwilling to hear a single word about his woman's past with another man.

She said, looking up at him in painful disbelief. Duke leaned over the doorframe and crossed his hands on his chest. “I don’t give a fuck what you think of yourself. Scram, Minsi. I do not ever wish to see you again.” Duke rasped. Minsi spared him a last glance before picking herself up and starting to walk out of the room with a shattered heart and only searing pain escorting her out.