The Duke's Redemption Novels & Stories

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?"

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

The room was silent, save for the faint scratch of pen against paper. Alexandra’s lips curved upward, triumph barely contained, while Duke leaned back in his chair, jaw tight, breathing like a man carrying the weight of a world on his shoulders. He had saved Austen Holdings—but he hadn’t agreed to the engagement. Not yet. And that, Duke knew, would make her fury all the more dangerous. The chandelier’s light glinted off the polished table as Alexandra’s eyes met his. “We’ll see how long your pride holds, Duke.” And he knew, deep in his chest, that it wouldn’t be long.

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.

If the accent and features were anything to go by and she was almost drooling at the sight before he spoke again. "Hey, are you okay?" He asks when she starts taking deep breaths. She grabs a glass off the tray when a woman carrying them passed by, downing it. "I will be." She replies, swallowing harshly before turning around and making to walk away. She took exactly one step forward before she felt a strong grip around her waist. She turns, a questioning look on her face. "Do you mind, just one dance?" His accent seeped through and she felt her knees buckle. A smile graced her features as she nodded.

Then added, “With some steam.” Hayden pinched my butt. “Naughty girl.” I pinched his arm or tried to. His skin was hard and soft at the same time, made with muscles and tears of children, probably. “How about this? The Duke and The Princess,” he said, surprising me with a shirtless cover of a faceless Duke and the heroine in a scandalous red corset dress. I was busy reading the blurb, but he turned the page on the screen and had started reading it. I sighed, melting over him, and listened to his rumbling husky voice.

Hold on, my love, I am coming for you, Aiden thought as he was riding his stallion and went after his future bride. ***** I was smiling at the person that was sitting in front of me. Duke Henderson was the crown prince from Zirconia, a little country on the south of Niapachad Island. He just arrived yesterday and I greeted him just in time when I arrived from Grea to Royal Molftus. And right now, we’re having breakfast with Niklaus, my cousin, acting as our chaperone. “So, Prince Duke—” “Please, call me Duke, Your Majesty,” he said as he was looking at me with his peculiar maroon eyes. I smiled before I dabbed my mouth as well.