Novel & Cerita The Duke Of The Mount Deer

the man said while huffing his pipe. A blond haired man leaned down at to get a fleeting glance of white hair, which disappeared into the door below. "That.... she is Miss Eloise Ayles, her father Harem Ayles a small viscount passed away recently so they are moving to their mother's home town in your duchy. What you don't know about that? What kind of a Duke are you, huh?" he jokingly said. "hmmm, she seems silly," he whispered, blowing out a cloud of smoke.

he said, to which the young man immediately replied. “Understood, Your Grace!” *** In the wide palace hall, Duke Andrew walked quietly, even though almost all attention was on him. As a duke, especially his title as a Duke of Alison, Duke Andrew did not need anyone's permission to enter the palace as he pleased. But ever since he took the duke's position, Duke Andrew rarely came to the palace unless there was something very urgent. Duke Andrew wasn't the kind of guy who liked crowds. Instead of being seen by troublesome people who liked to wander around the palace, Duke Andrew preferred to visit his territory to sort out any problems that might occur there.

"She looks sexy... inviting eyes, bewitching face, and yet so naive." "Right? I'm sure that asshole Leander won't be able to resist her." "I bet he will eat her pussy up for lunch, dinner, and breakfast the next day. Is she a virgin, though?" Lawrance shrugged, "How would I know. She'll tell him she's one, of course." "Leander?" They looked displeased at my question. "The Duke of Mountbatten, Leander Vance Bauer," Lawrance replied, "How come you don't know him? Didn't you say you were from Mountbatten?"

Enoch shook his head violently. "She isn't here, she escaped!" "Duke. Name." Clamping my claws tighter, Enoch's black blood discolored my fingers. "T-the Duke that lives here?" I didn't nod; I waited for his answer. How dense could he be? “D-Duke Mortus, he lives here. Gods, please don't kill me." I growled, my fingers crushing his windpipe. His head lulled to the side, his lifeless red eyes turned black as the life left him. It wasn't enough; he would stir back to life if I didn't dispose of him properly.

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.

Heartless Rogue: ["It's common knowledge in Italy. Mort Wilson, the Duke, is practically Italian royalty now, a stone's throw away from being the grand prince's cousin. His status, along with his dashing good looks in his younger days, made him the heartthrob of every Italian girl.] Morgan: [Cut out the gossip.] Heartless Rogue: [Gossip? Come on, Morgan, you're just green with envy because I'm always in the loop!] Morgan: [Pfft!] Heartless Rogue: [What's that supposed to mean? You in Brookville? Give me a minute, and I'll be there to settle the score!] The chat was heating up. Morgan dropped a zipped file into the chat, and Helma wasted no time downloading it. It was packed with details abou

I walked in with a smile on my face to meet him before turning to where his visitor sat "Hello, it is a pleasure to have you here. I am Guinevere Pedro, fiancée to the duke." The man was about average height and definitely middle aged, he had on glasses and when he stood it showed that he had a pudgy stomach. I did not think this was someone the duke would associate with not to talk of sharing drinks and laughter. The man bent and kissed the back of my hand before his head and pinning me with a withering stare.

However, they could not care less and turned their heads away from him, as if he did not exist there. Alexander "....." Did they just ignore him like that? How could they!? He is the Duke of Iquarayon for God's sake! How could these two not show him a bit of respect!? His frown deepened when he noticed Leonor's position carefully and immediately bending down he picked him up from her belly.

"We surrender! Please spare our life!" The knight stopped, "You must be the leader." Malowe gulped when saw that all of his companions passed out. "Please forgive me! I will do anything! Please!" The knight opens his helmet and Malowe almost fainted, "Du, Duke Lancia!" "It's an honor for me. To make an amateur bandit leader like you, recognized me." Malowe bowed and shivering in fear. This is that Duke Lancia. The high commander who lead the wars into countless winning.

I wаrnеd, tugging аt hеr soon to be gоnе lоng hеr hаіr. "Dukе іѕ еіghtееn, оld enough tо fіght fоr hіѕ соuntrу. Dukе lоvеѕ mе аnd we are engaged. Duke slowly gоt tо hіѕ fееt lооkіng ѕсаrеd. Hе wаѕ about ѕіx-fоur, and аbоut 200 lbѕ. Wіth blond hair аnd blue еуеѕ, Dukе was handsome tо thе роіnt оf being рrеttу.