Novel & Cerita The Duke's Redemption

"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

Neither moved to turn on a lamp as darkness gathered in the corners of the room. “Can I ask you something else?” Valentina’s voice was soft in the growing dimness. “Anything.” “If I hadn’t caught James cheating... if I hadn’t come back... would you have moved on eventually? Really moved on?” Duke was quiet, considering the question with the seriousness it deserved. “I thought I had,” he said finally. “Had relationships. Some serious. But they always ended the same way.” “How?” “With them telling me I was in love with a ghost.” His laugh was rueful. “Turns out they were right.”

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.

That made me groan internally. No matter, Duke Ruther will be living, so it is solved at this point. “Thank you, Duke Ruther. For keeping your promise to my grandmother, and for looking out for me.” Giving him a smile, Duke Ruther bowed his head and I did the same. After that, he left without another word, and I let him. I showed him out and no word was spoken from then. With a last look and wave of goodbye, Duke Ruther’s carriage drove off into the horizon and that signaled me to return to my office to start my work as the Duchess of Fortress dukedom. But even then, my mind lingers to the unusual things that happened just this morning.

Based on his sharp words and direct behavior, Reginald was at least ten times harder to deal with than Zachary. "Duke Reginald, you must be joking," Brandon forced a smile, steering the conversation in a different direction. "What I'd like to know is why the Duke has appeared here." "I figured that would be your question. And it’s no surprise, given the remoteness of this place. For someone of my rank, a duke, to show up here does seem odd. I suppose Prince Zachary has told you that this whole assassination plot was my own concoction? That I staged it to create an opportunity to heroically save Miss Martha, hoping that by rescuing her, you’d be grateful to me, isn’t that right?" Reginald spo