Novel & Cerita The Duke's Redemption

“Miss Peters I’m sorry, I have a lot going on with the company and didn’t think about how I was treating you. Would you like to go to lunch with me, it will be my treat?” I didn’t know what to say, this man can make me hate him one minute then the next I want to seduce him. “Ok Mr. McAlister, if you think you can buy me off with lunch you are highly mistaken,” I wasn’t going to let him try to pay me off with lunch or try to win me over. “I’m not the kind of girl that jumps at material things you might want to remember that in the future.”

"I am the Duke." "You?" For one long moment, utter bewilderment was writ large across her delightful countenance. For the life of her, Margaret could not use her surprise. How could this man, of all men, be the Duke? Aside from he fact he was far too young to have been a crony if her father's, the gentleman before her was unquestionably a rake. And a rake of the first order, to boot. Whether the dark-browned, harsh-featured face wig its aquiline nose and firm mouth and chin or the lazy assurance with which he had entered the room had contributed to her reading of his character, she could not have said. But the calmly arrogant way his intensely blue eyes had roved from the top of her curls al

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.”

Duke turned, carrying her up in his arms, and spoke up in a blood-chilling tone, “Make them pay greatly. Ensure such torture on them that they beg for death. But do not kill them. I will play the last card with them" He sounded like some ruthless psychopathic serial killer who gets peace by brutalizing people. The drunken men's throats turned dry and their hearts froze at the Duke's bone-chilling voice. They realized that the girl had indeed spoken the truth. She belongs to a really powerful person. They realized their mistake but it was too late. They invited the lion in the deer's den and now the lion will hunt them down mercilessly. The guards nodded and dragged them away. With Lelia in h

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.”

“...is a condition brought about by nature, something none of us can control. What happened to the duke was not a misfortune. It was a conspiracy designed to compromise our species. A scheme to get close to the duke to take my daughter’s blood and you call that an ‘incident’? Which the duke had the ‘misfortune of suffering’?” She scoffed, an upward tug at the right corner of her lips did nothing to take away the deathiness on her face when she added with feigned understanding, “Well, I suppose everyone has a different way of assessing the gravity of a situation. I would say more, always being big on words, but my New Year’s resolution is to speak less. So let’s try something new.”

“I like you, your grace, but...” “But not the same way you love him,” Nylian scoffed. “I know,” he rubbed the back of his neck. “He always takes everything from me.” “He's not bad.” Jimmy mumbled. “Sure,” Nylian nodded. He got up and opened the door, “Make sure to finish your breakfast.” he said before leaving. The Duke left the mansion and headed to the village. He wanted to go to the library to buy a book about the Dark Creatures. He was planning to give it to Jimmy so that he understands how much danger they are and why he can never beat them.

Margaret let go of Tate’s hand when she pulled Stella into a relieved hug, and Tate came over to embrace Lucianne and greet the king and the duke. When Tate saw Greg holding Reida a small distance away, he stared for another three seconds before he asked, “That’s the other duke?” “Yeah, why?” Lucianne answered simply. “And that’s Reida?” “Yeah.” “The other duke is holding Reida.” “Yes.” “Reida, as in your daughter, Reida?” Lucianne’s eyes narrowed. “Congratulations, Tate. You have eyes, and your mind is working just fine.” Tate chuckled and confessed, “I just never pictured that duke to have it in him to be anywhere near a child.”

“Do we pull the campaign?” Anaïs hesitated. “No,” she said bitterly. “We triple it.” Sophie stood alone on the empty Phoenix stage — a dark platform, lit only by a single overhead light. She rehearsed once. Then again. Then sat. And rewrote the last three paragraphs. She removed the line Mary had written about “redemption.” And replaced it with her own: “I am not your redemption. I am your reality check.” That night, Sophie entered Howard’s suite. He was seated, reading a newspaper, expression cool.

“And you already decided you’re coming home with us, so there’s no point wasting energy pretending otherwise.” Juliette’s jaw dropped. She half-laughed, half-choked. “Wow. At least let a woman have some pride.” Duke moved like a fucking viper one second surveying the room, the next his hand was in her hair, threading through those thick dark strands and tilting her head back just the way I’d fantasized about earlier. Then he angled her toward me and dipped low, whispering in her ear, “Who needs pride when you could be coming in five minutes?”