The Duke Of The Mount Deer Novels & Stories

I greeted her as I curtsied. Her name is Morticia Chase Whistleton, the Duchess of the Northern territory, the wife of the Grand Duke and the mother of Sir. Damian. “May you be guided by the Guardians of the North… Gale, who is she and why is she wearing my old clothes?” the Duchess asked.

I heard the trumpet sound and the voice announcing our presence behind the heavy door of the pavilion. “Introducing Duke Jude Hurst, Lord of Livingstone Castle and his daughter, Lady Dahlia Eileen Hurst, the soon-to-be bride and queen of Talandor!” Soon-to-be bride and future queen of Talandor - those are very heavy positions that were now resting heavily on my shoulder. I sighed. I need to bear it just at least for tonight.

“George, you have a complex mind, but you can’t hide it from me. You’re actually the same as Harold. Both of you don’t like that woman.” “But she’s my mother. Nobody can change that.” George sounded very indifferent. “I just want to ask you something. Will Mom marry into the Winters family one day?” “No,” Duke answered coldly. He never had the thought of getting married. If he did not have his two sons, perhaps he would have a business marriage to continue the Winters family bloodline. However, he did not need to do that now. He would rather live alone for his whole life than marry Dew.

"Gentlemen, if you would please calm down. Remember who you are." He was Charles de Nocrosse, the Duke of Carlisle, Lord of numerous estates and a great Duchy. He remembered perfectly well who he was, which is why he would not fall face down to the King. He was a powerful man too. A knock. No one moved, no one was fazed. Another knock and the door opened. "Your Grace, the Dowager Duchess is here."

He, then, stood in front of the Duke, squatted with both folded hands on his lap and laughed loudly. This shocked Edward and prompted him to stand from the seat but he could not. The Duke looked at the chair surprisingly, put his two hands on them and tried standing but to no avail. Mr Dewhurst, then, stood suddenly and pushed the chair to the wooden wall of the barn. This made the Duke hit his head on it and fall to the ground. Mr Dewhurst proceeded to walk to where the horses' feed were kept. Reaching there, he bent to put his hand in a hole that was two feet deep into the ground and brought out a familiar weapon, a knife.

Alex asked. “You bet your life—to both. The de Montalts weren’t Catholics as everyone thought, they were Devil worshippers. Not that it did the women any good. When the Duc came to England with his brother to escape the guillotine, they left their wives and the rest of the family behind. Every last one lost their head. The Duc bought the land, and when he built Belle Vue he had a whole underground system constructed where they would hold these rituals. Not forgetting a chapel strewn with satanic touches—the antithesis of a holy place of worship.” “You’re not joking, are you?”

“…If she gets close to me by chance, I’ll be force to separate you from her.” He threatened his wife. “If we aren’t welcome, we may as well leave your house and go back to where we came from.” She replied boldly. “And you think I’ll allow you to go that easily?…You’re my wife and whatever I say stands. Don’t think you can get away from me easily.” ******************************************* Rebecca’s only desire is to be with the one she thinks loves her. But her heart gets broken when he leaves her and ends the relationship. She conceals her pregnancy and deals with her burden alone. Duke Williams seeks her hand in marriage and marries her, well aware that she is pregnant with anoth

"And make sure the champagne is the '08 vintage, not the '12. The Duchess has a very unique taste in wines." "Yes, Mr. Riggs," the woman nodded, quickly taking down notes. "And the seating arrangement..." "Leave that to me," Dante cut her off. "I'll handle Ms. Calder's placement personally." As the event planner scurried off, Dante smiled in satisfaction. He had her now - the invitation had been the perfect lure. Just the mention of the Harlow board members and she'd immediately accepted. He could see it in her eyes when he'd mentioned it. Valerie Calder might be the so-called Duchess of New York, but every queen had her price.

I take off my shoes, lift the tail of my dress and follow behind the old man, who leads me to the third floor. “Welcome to Dune Woods castle, Ma’am. I am Lord Duke, the stuart, always at your service.” I did think the place looked like a castle, but its not listed anywhere in the country’s heritage sites. I guess that’s the reason the country’s most feared and wanted man stays in it. “Nice to meet you, Lord Duke. Call me Zoe, please.” He flashes me a smile. I was starting to think that is forbidden. “I will stick to Lady Maloy. I am sure you understand.”

"Well, yes. That's for a human's perspective. But for us-a noble or a mythical creature as what human history says-it's natural. We can live for millennia and tens and hundreds of it, not aging. We can even enter eternal slumber if we want to. "But that's not always the case. Sometimes, one can enter a force eternal sleep if they committed a crime that is too grave beyond comprehension and the risk being known to the world is high or they took offense to the humankind that we're supposed to take care." -Cassielle Elise D. Dairen, the daughter of the duke, Clyde Estreno D. Dairen. The unknown duchess.