The Duke's Bored Daughter Is My Master Novels & Stories

He pretended to be still angry, making Alameida let out a long sigh. "I'm sorry, okay, Ray?" whispered Alameida in a velvety voice. Old Duke didn't answer immediately. But he then spoke in a low voice... "I'll find a species of cat that isn't afraid of Lycan for you to keep. Just wait." Hearing that, Alameida immediately widened her sparkling eyes at her husband. "Ray! Oh, I love you—!" . . . ---------------------- My heart is warm :DD Old Duke and Old Duchess' relationship is exactly like my Granpa and Granma, but reversed! My Granma was a serious lady and my Granpa was very mischievous with a sweet, velvety voice.

The Master had hissed low against my wrist before removing his fangs and swiping his tongue over his bite. The Master then turned, getting up on his knees and facing me. He placed his hand on my cheek and kissed me. I melted into him as he pulled me closer and tighter up against him. The Master has been getting me to wear the special dresses again, making me feel like the princess I’m not, but the Master gets annoyed if I am not wearing them when he returns.

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?

The Duke’s will had been declared: his daughter was no longer only his child — she was quarry. {THANKS FOR READING!}

Their eyes scanned me sceptically, noting my simple floral dress. “I’m looking for a maid named Jenny,” I said firmly. One of them snorted. “Why? Are you even a guest here?” “Tell her Elena is—” Another interrupted me with a sneer. “Listen, we’re busy. Judging by how you look, there’s no way you belong here, so don’t waste our time.” “How are we sure you’re not trespassing?” I chuckled darkly, the sound hollow. “Did you just start working here? Haven’t you heard of the first daughter of this house?”

She couldn't tell what it was, but it did seem to be heavy as the two people carrying the stretcher had an expression of darkness as if they had just seen the grim reaper. The other maids who had stepped out of the room after the stretcher was carried away immediately bowed, lowering themselves into perfect ninety-degree angles before quietly closing the large wooden doors behind them. "That's the Master's study." "The duke?" Jane asked without thinking. "The duke. The young master's father," the maid beside her confirmed. "It's well known that he has quite the appetite, especially for women who resemble his late wife. It took our current lady years to earn her position. She spent all that t

They were trained to defend their masters, especially those who served nobles. So her grip on a wolfless, defenseless person like me felt like an iron grip. “My lady,” she said, her tone laced with mockery. “You should not have acted so carelessly. Even if you were bewitched by his beauty, you are still his master’s bride.” She paused. “The Duke has already arranged Hugo for you. You cannot ruin the Master’s plans. Otherwise, he won’t spare you.” If I were that naive girl from a few years ago, I would have thought she was worried about me.

“Forgive me for being slow. The culprit already committed suicide and all her things were gone so we couldn’t find any traces of who her master was.” The duke clenched his fist. There’s no way that he’d just let it go.

A few months before, the young master was still messing around with the women at the brothel, but now he was like a cold-blooded, veteran commander of the war. Sometimes, Jacob believed that another person was utilizing the young master's body. That someone else has switched into the true young master because the shift happened too quickly and dramatically. "The Duke will be very proud of you, Young Master." Jacob smiled as he pushed that notion away. "I don't need his recognition," I stated icily. "The Duke certainly has his reasons for sending you here, Young Master." Jacob let out a sigh. The young master had undergone a great deal of transformation, but his animosity toward his father ha

I quickly jumped into their conversation, seeing things weren't going right, "Can you please go and get my Mom?" Terry looked over at me, annoyed, "You've already been caught lying. This maid said the real Duke's daughter is still in the garden." "I'm not lying! Go get my Mom!" The maid looked concerted at the situation, "The Duchess is currently busy with the young mTom's lesson..." "I don't care if she's teaching Dan right now! Go get her! I wanna go back to my room!" The moment I said my brother's name, the maid looked surprised since I knew his name, which made her believe me, "I'll bring the Duchess right away!"