The Duke Of Sin Novels & Stories

"No!!!" Tina was shrieking, "My baby!!! I'm so sorry!!!" Zach came rushing in. "What's wrong?! What happened?! What are you crying for?!" Tina could only keep wailing, "My baby… My baby!!!" Feeling a sense of foreboding, Zach walked up and unwrapped the swaddle to see that it wasn't my daughter, but the son they were so obsessed with! The bastard's cheeks were purple, and he wasn't breathing at all, clearly having been strangled to death.

A tall, strikingly handsome demon stepped through the threshold. He possessed silver hair that fell in sharp layers and eyes the color of a stormy, deep sea. His dark royal attire was emblazoned with golden runes that pulsed with latent power. A ripple of uneasy murmurs instantly cascaded through the crowd. "Duke Sylus..." "He actually dared to show his face?" "I thought his feud with His Majesty had lasted for centuries." With a confident, borderline arrogant smile playing on his lips, Duke Sylus walked past the whispering nobles, stopping directly in front of Adrian.

Now, they held daggers behind smiles. Duke Edmond of the Southern Kingdom lounged in his chair, his silver-ringed fingers wrapped around a goblet of blood-red wine. His tunic was unbuttoned, revealing a dagger-shaped pendant that glinted in the firelight. His wolfskin cloak was soaked and discarded at the door, but his smug arrogance remained untouched by the weather.

“Because I’m not as disciplined as I thought.” I felt heat flood my cheeks. “You’re married.” “Yes.” He didn’t flinch. “And I won’t pretend that excuses my attention. But it also means there are things I cannot allow.” “Like what?” “Like this.” His hand lifted only a few inches just before dropping again like he’d stopped himself. “I don’t think you understand what this building does to men like me,” he said, suddenly quieter. “It makes us kings. And kings don’t ask. They take. They own.”

Otherwise, the little firecracker would roast his balls and eat them for breakfast. He swears he’s not obsessed with her. He talks to her like trash. But I know obsession when I see it. Because I’m equally obsessed with a female that’s about to make me lose my mind. No wonder they’re best friends. I barely get my thoughts in check when my cell phone rings again. Duke. “Talk to me.” “You won’t believe where they are.” I can hear the anger in his tone. This can’t be good. “Tell me.” “Two words. Sinful Decadence.”

Was there an impending danger? By nature, the Duke was a quiet, brooding man who had not hesitated to claim her friendship however she fought. His tendency to evade questions, and pry deep into matters that were not of his concern, made Beth unsettled. He would somehow get the other person to pour out their truth, while all he would give of his were his exhalation. But Beth had to admit that at the base of her thoughts she wished a male friend to tell of the tales of men and their endless escapades, like Eric had told. She was glad the Duke was hers, and even though she doubted getting such unholy tales, she would still be entertained, wouldn't she?

I looked for him in the crowd, motioning him to join us. “I’m sure some of you already know why I’m up here,” he started, smiling at me and then the Duke. “I’m here because our brother Ghost is moving over to the Valkyrie, and from here on, will be known as the Duke.” The bar was full of cheers from both the Valkyrie and the Henchmen. “Duke,” he raised a glass in a toast. “If she scares you too much, you’re more than welcome to come back.”

they all replied except for Duke Hellious. “Do you understand what I just said, Duke Hellious?” I menacingly asked the Duke who’s 10th in rank for all demons. He’s a duke, but his rank is lower than what it should be. “I understand, your highness,” he replied, but I know that he’s not sincere. “Don’t you ever mess with the Devious Dukedom if you don’t want me to kill you,” I whispered to him before teleporting him outside the palace.

“What are you scared of, Kovan?” I inquired and stepped closer to him. We have been awake for hours and he wouldn’t even touch me or look me in the eye. The healers are expected to show up any minute from now yet I still haven’t opened up to my mate. I still haven’t freed my mind of the guilt I carried after realizing that I could have killed him for a crime he didn’t commit. He didn’t have a single sin against me. If anything, I was his Sin. I was the Lycan King’s Sin. A hot sin he picked up from a pub and got addicted to.

Did he want to catch us in an act of intimacy or something? "You don't look happy, do you want me to send Missy here then?" He asked as I quickly shook my head. I was in shock over his suggestion, also the fact that Ducan was a general who had no human slave. Is that why he said he was already rich?. That explained why he had a secret place that no one knew of and how he would walk into the dungeon or the palace freely. "Then it's settled, you will be in his care." He said then sat upright and moved to the edge.