The Duke's Redemption Novels & Stories

"What's your name tu culo(you ass)? "James" he replies, confusion still evident on his face. "Well, James, consider it a warning this time, if you try to lay a finger on her again, believe me, you won't be leaving here with them" he threatens, tone calm and collected like he was reading a menu and James scoffs, shooting him a glare but walking away nonetheless. Now stood in front of him after James had left, her heavy lids reminded her how she'd downed almost two bottles. The man in front of her was beautiful, Italian. If the accent and features were anything to go by and she was almost drooling at the sight before he spoke again.

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.

"Well, yes. That's for a human's perspective. But for us-a noble or a mythical creature as what human history says-it's natural. We can live for millennia and tens and hundreds of it, not aging. We can even enter eternal slumber if we want to. "But that's not always the case. Sometimes, one can enter a force eternal sleep if they committed a crime that is too grave beyond comprehension and the risk being known to the world is high or they took offense to the humankind that we're supposed to take care." -Cassielle Elise D. Dairen, the daughter of the duke, Clyde Estreno D. Dairen. The unknown duchess.

"There. That is where we wait." ​"Wait for what?" ​"For Silas to arrive in person," the Duke said, his eyes flashing with a lethal hunger. "He wants the Scythe. He wants the Tenth Life. I’m going to give him exactly what he wants—right through his throat." ​He picked me up, throwing me over his shoulder like a prize of war. I beat my fists against his back, but it was like hitting solid stone. As he began the vertical climb up the rain-slicked rock, I realized the terrifying truth

"Val, I never stopped wanting you. Even when we were broken up. Even when I thought you'd chosen Marcus. You're it for me." "Even without the ring?" Duke pulled something from his pocket. The engagement ring. Somehow he'd grabbed it before the clubhouse exploded. "I want you to have this back," he said. "But not yet. Not until we've earned it." "Earned it?" "By proving we can make it through hell and still choose each other." Duke set the ring on the nightstand. "When Marcus is caught. When we've rebuilt. When we know for sure this is forever—then you put it back on."

Duke teases his brother while he pulls Emma to lay beside him. “Yeah, yeah, I’m just glad you are awake,” Bär smiles. “Your Ada mark is missing.” “Stag is crying. She is no longer our mate,” Duke sighs. “And Emma saved me.” Duke looks down at Emma who is laying on his chest. “My Duke,” Emma touches his face. “You still want me?” Duke asks. “I’m broken and I was forcefully rejected.” “I will gladly renounce my title and give it up forever to your sister if this is where I lay at night,” Emma tells him keeping her chin on his chest.

Or had she already been pregnant, while they had been making a fool out of me? The latter was more likely, as I had faith in Martha’s skills. A truly hateful necromancer... Only an executioner’s axe and the gallows were worse, and efficiency-wise, they were on the same level. What was going on? I had to find out. “Your Majesty....” The duke couldn’t help it. He knelt before Rudolph, freezing in a deep bow. “My life and honor are at your feet.” Rudolph sighed deeply. If a situation reminded him of his beloved chivalric novels, he knew how to act.

"Don't you start playing the feudal lord with me pal, you will lose any games on those lines, and besides, it's our bed!" Oh really? Jasper chuckled. "I am your feudal lord. Whether you say so or not, you're married to me. And as the eleventh duke, you, my sweet love, come under my protection." He waited for a minute and went to the door of the studio. He couldn't hear Ellie charging up the stairs. Was she even in the house? "Where are you love?"

“You aren’t breaking anyone’s heart. No one has to know that this whole thing is fake. Also, no matter what you say, they’ll assume that I get bored of you. If you want to go through with this revenge, you have to marry me. You have to be the one who tames the wild duke.” Katherine rolled her eyes. “You are not a duke yet. You’re an earl.” “True but I don’t think saying you’re the one who tames the wild ‘soon to be’ a duke sounds great.” She laughed. Damn it, even when he drove her crazy, he still managed to get her smile. “Well that isn’t just a step, that’s a leap right there,” he commented, one corner of his mouth rose and formed a charming, lopsided smile.

The Duke cut his servant unfinished sentences and shrieked, "Prepare the carriage now!" "My Lord, plea--," "Just do it, Albert!" The Duke ran as fast as he can through an opened door on his study room. After losing his deary wife, he can't lose his daughter too. If possible, he can traded his life for Cecilia. Armano's heart felt like been squeezed by a cold hand. He realized that there are nothing more important than his beloved Cecilia. He was already in the entrance door where Cecilia get out from her carriage.