The Duke's Redemption Novels & Stories

“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?”

But promising. “You know me,” I continued, my eyes sweeping them. “You know I have not bent to poison, nor to lies, nor to knives in the dark. I will not bend now. Stand with me, and I will see this palace purged of serpents. Stand with me, and order will not only be preserved, it will be reborn.” Lady Miriel rose first, her aged voice steady. “The duchess speaks truth. The duke has lost himself. But she has not. I will lend her my banner.”

The next day I woke up, I am now the fiance of the Demon Duke in the Kingdom of Franche-Comte, a kingdom that believes in religion, however, it has a Demon Lord living among its people, Duke of Dubois Castle, or known as Lemon. He holds my hand tight and trails kisses to my pulse, ever since I have known that this man is a Demon who saved my life with the contract of fulfilling his desire, he frequents my room almost every night. “It is not money, and not my title as the countess, also you said that it is not my soul, what is it that you desire Duke?” he paused and those jewel red eyes looked at me intently, he climbed onto my bed and even closed the distance between us. I could feel the war

Philip swiveled in his seat and smirked, "We somehow have one mind. But why in bloody hell would I need your help in returning my very own property to Scotland?" He even cursed! There was nothing this Duke had done that had not surprised him. From the moment he stepped through that door, he knew he was different. If it was the age, he didn't know. But one thing Nax was sure of was, Philip did not know much about the King of England. And without that knowledge, he needed the help of those who did. "Dear Duke," the military man looked up, a half grin on his face, "You need my help to return the duchy. Do you know why?"

"I promise this won't happen again. I didn't know you would get mad because of it." "Even if I'm going to lose everything I owned because I couldn't bear it seeing my wife dance with another man,I will gladly lose everything without any iota of regrets. Clients?Baron?Fucking kill me now." "I'm sorry,I promise it won't repeat itself anymore." I held his hand till we got home, Thankfully,He didn't rebuff me. Even though I was scared of touching his bloody face,I made sure I cleaned his hands properly. Daniel handed over the car keys to Luca,He gave him one of his credit cards,The latter looked confused.

He raised a single, heavy boot and kicked the mahogany door clean off its iron hinges, sending the massive slab of wood crashing across the polished parquet floor of the solar. Inside, the air smelled of expensive, imported pipe tobacco and aged cherry wine. Duke Charles of the Southern Marches stood by the wide arched windows, his velvet robes of deep emerald green rustling as he spun around to face the intrusion. He was a man in his late fifties, his silver hair neatly coiffed and his fingers heavy with gold signet rings, but his aristocratic composure was utterly shattered. In his right hand, he held a half-burned sheet of parchment—a letter he had been frantically trying to destroy in th

After the commotion between Oscar and prince Alaric was heard by the guards outside the door, they now had to face the Duke, who looked tired but still managed to burst into anger. Even at a time like this, emotions will be easily ignited by minor problems. "So you entered my daughter's room through the terrace and were found by Oscar, who didn't know you were a prince? But do you think that's a good thing?!" asked duke Benedict covering his face and holding back his emotions in front of a prince who had grown up but still thought childishly. "You know what! If our family's assassins discovered your presence, you wouldn't be able to reverse Oscar's attack. You might be injured and die, but w

He was hard to miss , she could have picked him in any line up. ** Nickolas was back on the vintage point where he had just been only a few hours earlier looking down at the ranch, only then he didn’t have an idea of how big the plot had been. His blonde hair fell in waves on his face. “I don’t like this.” He said to Florence whose only response was to the flaring of her nostrils. The man could have been sent by that sleazy salesman Owen, but why did they have to make a fire as a distraction? It was either they knew who he was or they knew that he wouldn’t give her up without a fight, not when he had just found her after so long.

Axel had adopted them and made them his own after seeing the way they were being mistreated by the family. I thought Axel had helped them by being kind-hearted, but who knows he has seen into these kids and knew their potential. The twins, as young as they were, had a lot of talent. Little Nine, as young as he is, is a sharpshooter, while Little Red, got his name from his red hair, is a fighter. Axel had trained them hard, just for them to be his bodyguard. That's why I am being conflicted right now because Axel never helps anyone for free.