The Duke Of Sin Novels & Stories

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

Sounds like these 'entities' would be good to befriend, and soon. Zafira heard his mind working. She was slightly amused, and not at all worried. "I'm assuming you want me to fix this somehow." Zafira smiled. "You catch on quick." "How?" "How about we make a deal? I could very easily skip town to dine elsewhere but I rather like it here in Chicago. This town is so full of fun and exciting things to do, so many corrupt souls to claim. But I dare not spend too much time outside my lair now. Scanning the minds of men until I find a corrupt soul for my exquisite tastes can be very time consuming. You, being an officer of the law, should be able to bring me plenty of bad guys for my needs."

Matthew, the head guard whose face was carved with old battle scars, stood at the very front, a spear gripped firmly in his hands. "What is the meaning of this?" Derrick’s voice was flat, but his eyes narrowed dangerously. Selen stepped forward, standing shoulder to shoulder with Matthew. "I should be asking you first, Duke. What are your true intentions in pursuing my sister?" "None of your business." "If your intention is to stop her journey to the North, or worse, to harm a couple returning to their own lands, Sirius will not sit idly by." Selen glared at him. "We are prepared to go to war with D’Arest, but I will make sure you die here first."

Huxley hiccuped and stood nervously, “Of course, I would get sad your grace!” Duke Raziel nodded, “Good answer. Now leave.” Huxley trembled, looking at the door, and gulped. Taking all the courage, he continued, “But the duchy is at stake, your grace. You can not delay your work anymore.” Duke Raziel inhaled deeply and gnawed in his teeth, “I am the duke. Of course, I can do what I want.” His attendant nodded, “Yes, of course, you’re right, your grace. But you have duties.”

The air reeked of incense and steel, a suffocating mixture of prayer and blood. Thalric Veynor, the duke who had maneuvered kingdoms into ruin, stood at the center of the chamber. His cloak, a deep crimson lined with sable fur, trailed across the flagstones like spilled blood. He had waited for this night—the final gambit of his schemes. His eyes, hard as black glass, were fixed on the throne dais where Serenya Vale, the newly unmasked heiress, now held court.

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.

Sergio turned to Duncan and his face was red from rage and embarrassment. “How dare you deceive me!? Who do you think you are!?” He raised his voice and Duncan fell on his knees in fear. “Forgive me, I didn’t mean to deceive you.” He stated as his voice was trembling in fear. “I also didn’t know the painting was fake. Please forgive me.” He lowered his voice again. However, Sergio was not going to take the humiliation. To be deceived in front of so many of his men was one of the greatest humiliation one could do to him.

Hold on, my love, I am coming for you, Aiden thought as he was riding his stallion and went after his future bride. ***** I was smiling at the person that was sitting in front of me. Duke Henderson was the crown prince from Zirconia, a little country on the south of Niapachad Island. He just arrived yesterday and I greeted him just in time when I arrived from Grea to Royal Molftus. And right now, we’re having breakfast with Niklaus, my cousin, acting as our chaperone. “So, Prince Duke—” “Please, call me Duke, Your Majesty,” he said as he was looking at me with his peculiar maroon eyes. I smiled before I dabbed my mouth as well.

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.

" he said, adding one of his pantie dropping smiles in the bargain. Ellie knew she was going to regret this, but having thought about it, she had very little money left; and unless she wanted to spend the night in a doorway, she had nowhere to go as Marsha's sister was coming home that afternoon. "Alright, we can start again, and give it one month's trial. I'm Eleanor Fox." She said, holding her hand out timidly. "Jasper Neyve, eleventh Duke of Shettleham. I would very much prefer it if you called me Jasper. We can save the formalities for senior royals. Oh and foreigners – they seem to love it too, and the last person to call me sir was a schoolboy copper trying to book me for speeding." He