The Duke's Teddy Bear Novels & Stories

he said, to which the young man immediately replied. “Understood, Your Grace!” *** In the wide palace hall, Duke Andrew walked quietly, even though almost all attention was on him. As a duke, especially his title as a Duke of Alison, Duke Andrew did not need anyone's permission to enter the palace as he pleased. But ever since he took the duke's position, Duke Andrew rarely came to the palace unless there was something very urgent. Duke Andrew wasn't the kind of guy who liked crowds. Instead of being seen by troublesome people who liked to wander around the palace, Duke Andrew preferred to visit his territory to sort out any problems that might occur there.

He wouldn't take back the alpha position so quickly if Jack didn't want it. Teddy finished dressing up. As he got out of his room, he held his briefcase and set to leave for his automobile industry where he sold imported cars to their fellow pack members. While Teddy was the alpha, he had many businesses, and his company was still functioning even while he was locked up in the cell. When Teddy got to the living room as he came downstairs, he saw one of the maids, but he didn't see Anne anywhere in the living room. "Where is Anne?" He asked the maid, as he wasn't ready to leave the house without saying goodbye to her.

Duke- You are right, but I will want to. Duke sits down in my mind and has a constant growl. I can feel him angry and almost pouting. “Duke is pouting because I won’t let him kill the boys,” I mumble to Turk. “If I need to hold you back, I can,” Turk jokes, knowing if Duke cut loose, he is jumping out of way. “Boys?” I question, seeing all three of my sons in the packhouse courtyard. “I’m gonna be,” Finley throws up in the driveway.

Folded like that, he seems less rigid, almost unaware. Fresh-faced, really. Yet heavy with weariness. A weight hits me, right in the ribs. He stands there - this one gave the order to strike. They called him the Duke of Ashes once. Now? On the floor, trembling under that single lamp, nothing left to shield him.

someone else added incredulously. Many people now looked at Marcus and Ryan with open schadenfreude. Marcus was still on the ground, clutching his bleeding mouth, while Ryan groaned softly from where the bodyguards had left him. "I thought it was strange," announced Lord Pemberton loudly enough for everyone to hear. "The Duke clearly raised these men as future husbands for Miss Blackwood from childhood. How could the bride suddenly be someone else? Turns out some people got greedy." "Unwilling to give up the Blackwood family wealth but wanting to be with their little lover," added his wife with disgust. "The moment her mother died, they couldn't wait to let a servant step all over their mist

The bootmaker had informed Eastland that his new ward had very slender feet for a youth, and the Duke had seemed to find that irritating, too. Smith had Black saddled and ready, and was standing with him inside a railed enclosure, next to the stable. She strode toward the big black stallion with firm steps. She could see the duke from one corner of her eyes as he stood talking with Pym, the head groom, who was attired in a soft tweed jacket and felt hat. Eastland was bare headed, and the sun glided his head with a golden sheen that made her breath catch. He was really too handsome to be as arrogant and hateful as he was. And of course, he was English instead of American.

Audrey sighed and sat back down. “Where’s Dominic?” I looked up at Ted from the window seat, unsure of what to say. Dominic had been the one to inform us about the situation but he had not stated whether he could be there or not. He had even sounded in a hurry like he had something else to do. I was not sure what that meant. Absolutely nothing could be as important as his best friend coming back to life. I could not help but be mad at him because of it. But just as I was about to make an excuse for him, the door burst open and Dominic walked in holding a giant teddy bear.

■■■ Duke's sitting at the floor like a kid, his legs are spread as wide as he can while holding a magazine of cars that he dreams of having but never had one 'cause he knows he will only waste it. "How come you're not freaked out? Now the police knows that you're still alive." Duke asked him. He's staring at the figurine of a nude woman, sitting at his favorite chair with his feet placed above his coffee table. He's wearing a black robe and a fuzzy indoor slippers. "Haven't you getting used to our boss, Duke? He's that kind of person who would keep his cool even his whole house is on fire." Rig sarcastically told Duke while he plays his balisong just like he always do but what he said was a

“We will have to take the duke’s size to fit……” “It’s for my brother. You can take him along to a fitting room” she chuckled. Sebastian frowned and stood up, walking in brisk paces out of the room. The attendant stood in confusion for a minute before hurrying after him. “Is there any color that your highness particularly likes?” Natalia asked after Sebastian had left. She asked but she already knew the answer. Alana was always seen prancing around in red in high society. “It’s re…..” the duke opened his mouth to answer but he was cut short.

"Miss Lydia, Miss Vivian, I didn't expect you to be out for a walk on a cloudy day!" I rose from my rocking-chair, and Lydia, with a red leash, and a short, dark, medium-haired dog, stood between her and Vivian. The black dog had a round toy in his mouth, and from the corner of his mouth hung a long drool. It eyed me warily, as if I were prey. "Princess Madeleine moved to her estate and before she left she told us to take care of Duke for her. It's Duke's walk time!" Lydia touched the black dog's head as if speaking to her son, "Oh baby Duke, do you want to play ball? Go ahead!"