The Duke Of Sin Novels & Stories

“Come on buddy. We can get all the juices of this deal checked in a few hours” It was Duke speaking.He had recently introduced himself as duke and the hair to the Richardson empire. His brother Donald managed some properties. These men were deep in the corporate affairs and knew exactly how to run their fathers business. They had no business with being Mafias like my brother and I. I wiped a quick hand over my nose as I watched hand the golf stick to his assistant.

Nathan murmured into his glass. "The point is," Dante continued, glaring at Nathan, "this is your chance, gentlemen. The Duchess will be here, in my home, surrounded by all the wealth and power she is used to. One of you might get lucky." He paused, his gaze settling on Rick. "Even you, Cameron. Though you might want to scrub the motor oil from under your fingernails first." Rick's jaw tightened, but he said nothing, just raised his glass in mock salute. "I still can't believe you've never even met her," Gabriel said to Rick. "You lived in New York your whole life right before joining the Army."

Devon said with a cackle. He was not worried. He was sure that Dustin did not know Duke at all. Beep. There was a click, and the call went through. Duke’s face showed up on the screen. “Mr. Fox, is there something you need?” Duke looked nervous. When he saw Dustin, he thought that Dustin might have some requests for him. But when he saw Simone and the others, he switched to a much more casual tone of voice. When he went to Rivenesco, Dustin had told him that he wanted to keep his identity as the King of Hades hidden away.

I pleaded immediately as I knelt down before her. Samantha still in shock of how I stood up to her,” You dare touch the daughter of the Duke of Kingstonville?” Samantha was many things but she was not a wolf, The duke of kingstonville, Duke Darius her father was a man that possessed great influence in kingstonville and the neighbouring communities. He had lands and had conquered cities using his pack of Vampires that were loyal to him.

She perches in front of me, leaning her hip against her desk, and reaches out to draw a line along my jaw. “You’ll never leave me, Soren. You belong to me.” I lean out of her touch, and she snickers, reaching to the side for a pack of thin cigarettes. “Got a light?” “Fuck you.” “I’d love that. It’d be like old times.” My answering growl only makes her smile widen. She puffs her cigarette, sighing around the pull of smoke before releasing it. “You thought I wouldn’t find out about Duke, huh? He was one of my best runners. His debt to me had grown substantially, you know, after all that gambling he was doing up north. I had to bail him out more than once.”

But the Duke flashes in a cold glare which makes the guard gulp in fear. “F-Forgive m-me , my lord!” he squeaks. “You can enter!” Something about the man scared the guard. With one gaze, the guard understood that this was the Duke of Sloria, one of the most dangerous men in the continent. The Duke simply enters the tavern. It is an old, shabby place made of a few bricks and stones. A bartender nods at him as he passes by but the Duke pays no heed to him. He heads straight towards a small wall and searches for a particular brick. He finally finds a loose red brick and presses it.

"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.

Jonathan opened the door and Tristan was greeted with the appearance of the duke sitting on his chair as the window behind him had its curtains drawn, allowing the light to seep in and brighten up the room. The duke is a handsome man, who has black hair and grey-colored eyes. He looks intimidating enough that you will not dare to stare directly at his eyes but at the same time, it's his eyes that make you feel drawn to him. "Duke Saxon Versormer, thank you for accepting my request to talk to you." Tristan greeted him as he slightly bows. The duke, named Saxon, gave Tristan a small polite smile as he pointed at the chair in front of him.

“Oh. My. God” “Shit!” he says at the same time, why? is it some kind of penance I have to pay? Why does the universe insist on taking it out on me? Why can't things be perfect? Life is cruel and it hates me. “Ahemm” I hear someone clearing his throat “Good afternoon Miss Swan, it's a delight to see you again, the world is a very small place. I am Vitto Parisi, your new business partner,” says the older man kindly.

“You aren’t breaking anyone’s heart. No one has to know that this whole thing is fake. Also, no matter what you say, they’ll assume that I get bored of you. If you want to go through with this revenge, you have to marry me. You have to be the one who tames the wild duke.” Katherine rolled her eyes. “You are not a duke yet. You’re an earl.” “True but I don’t think saying you’re the one who tames the wild ‘soon to be’ a duke sounds great.” She laughed. Damn it, even when he drove her crazy, he still managed to get her smile. “Well that isn’t just a step, that’s a leap right there,” he commented, one corner of his mouth rose and formed a charming, lopsided smile.