The Duke's Redemption Novels & Stories

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

He then goes on to talk about his goals for the company which is in line with the company’s vision and motto. Although he doesn’t give us details on how he was going to his dreams to pass, everyone looks satisfied. Soon, the ceremony is completed and the after-party begins. “Good luck,” Stella says seeing me stand up from my seat. “I will join you later.” I nod and quickly find my way next to Christopher. His champagne glass is empty, so I secretly get a new one from Stella and hand it to him. We can’t have the guests thinking the champagne in the waiters’ trays are not safe if Christopher is caught only taking champagne from my hand.

Nathan murmured into his glass. "The point is," Dante continued, glaring at Nathan, "this is your chance, gentlemen. The Duchess will be here, in my home, surrounded by all the wealth and power she is used to. One of you might get lucky." He paused, his gaze settling on Rick. "Even you, Cameron. Though you might want to scrub the motor oil from under your fingernails first." Rick's jaw tightened, but he said nothing, just raised his glass in mock salute. "I still can't believe you've never even met her," Gabriel said to Rick. "You lived in New York your whole life right before joining the Army."

“Your actions are very questionable sometimes but they lead to great results. I know you put great trust in me by showing me this. There hasn’t been any Transcendental in our kingdom in many years. You wish to protect your kingdom in exchange for the title of Duke?” “Yes.” “Why should we trust you? How do we know you won’t betray us like the former duke and current king of Ducroft, your husband?” “I don’t have answers for the future, your majesty. I do know that this is important for the both of us. I guarantee it. And please, your majesty, he is not my husband anymore and I’m nothing like him.”

Duke Andrew couldn't fulfill his promise to Ariana, or protect the Sigmund Kingdom as the Duke of Alison anymore. “Your … Grace ….” When Duke Andrew heard James' voice, the light returned to those dull eyes as he tried to look up, though his body was no longer moving. Not far from his body, James was trying to crawl toward him. Every time the man advanced, a stream of blood shot out of one of his missing arms. James crawled at a very slow pace until he finally arrived in front of the Duke. “Please forgive me … Because I can't protect you or help you to keep your promise with Lady Aria.”

"Thank you so much, Sir! I will be sure to return--" "Your Grace." He corrected me. "Huh?" "Have you been living under a rock?" The Duke? As his carriage whizzed past me, blood flooded my cheeks as the realization dawned. In my dazed stupor, I had managed to miss the most crucial detail. He was handsome, yes, far more captivating than the simpering Campbell princes. He didn't need the ostentatious gold armor of fairytales; he carried himself with an air of quiet power.

I echoed "Yes humans given the cause of vanquishing all supernatural life in the world. She was finally killed by a man brave enough to sacrifice his own life to get to her and that man was me; I killed Katherine, I took her life and she had no idea at all. She was totally unprepared for this stake I drove through her heart. I still remember the look on her face, that stunning look of defeat and betrayal as she dessicated. I searched for the Duke but did not find him anywhere he was always so good at hiding, the coward." "He is not a coward; the duke is one of the bravest man I know." I countered and wondered immediately why I was defending him. I was in a precarious position but still did

All she could do was stand there, staring at him, drinking in the sight of his dashing good looks. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Adelaide managed to break free from her trance-like state. She took a deep breath, composed herself, and smiled, feeling a sense of excitement and anticipation at the prospect of spending the evening with this handsome and charming young man. As Lucas's eyes scanned the room, they landed on Adelaide, and he was taken aback by her stunning beauty. She looked like a goddess, with her hair styled perfectly and her makeup accentuating her features. Her red dress was a showstopper, hugging her curves in all the right places and making her look like a millio

I sat in my office, lost in my thoughts, trying to make sense of the chaos that was consuming me. Chaos I felt I couldn't contain, but the only option I had was to control the options I had. Demitri, war is a war. Never give in to defeat my boy. Never. Uncle Hernandez, bless your soul.