The Duke Who Didn't Novels & Stories

Dennis was dumbfounded with the Duke's word . He just wished that he could pull that man's beard of his face and beat him to pulp. Everyone chuckled at the Duke's word but Dennis didn't find that word funny. He quickly took a glance at Rebecca and the girl was slowly killing herself in the midst of the people. Her mind wasn't in the meeting at all as she trembled on her seat.

It made me realize just how bad my curtsy had been before and I tried not to wince. “Your Majesty,” the Duke said. He had the Paradisian accent, but there was something fake about it, as if he were exaggerating it to demonstrate just how Paradisian he was. “I hope I'm not intruding. I happened to be in the area and was hoping to speak with King Liam.” “Duke Orwell, it's always lovely to see you,” the Queen replied smoothly. “I'm afraid the King is not with us.” “Ah, I see. Then I shall have to be content with your beauty,” the Duke replied.

"Duke Richmond, we both know that you're getting old am I right?" "What?" "I would like to buy all your assets including your surname Duke Richmond," I said with my lips parting while looking at him straight to his eyes. He stared longer before he chuckled. "What kind of offer is that? You know that my museum—" "Duke, you're not a child anymore. You are getting older and you don't have a child to take care of your business, unless you have a child in secret." He massaged his temple before he shook his head. "I cannot give you that your Highness, I will take my business even if I'm dead. I thought you're different but you're the same as those people who are after my treasures," he says denyin

Kaelus didn't even blink at the bloody display unfolding right in front of him. "Raipherze! I—I heard the Duke talking to the head butler!" the young man who leaked the information blurted out, shivering in pure terror as he stared at his comrade's mangled face. "You just said Lancaster." "It—it was just a stopover, Your Grace! The Duke owns a massive estate in Raipherze. Back when he proposed to the lady—" "Enough," Kaelus cut him off sharply. His chest heaved with a quiet fury, entirely unwilling to hear a single word about his woman's past with another man.

Why would someone want to become a Duke? Dukes were immortal so they lost all of their families. They did not have a pack and could only have territories by assignment. They could not impede on a territory without an invitation. And they could not use much of their monstrous power unless they were under a king. And even if they had a king, they still had to be in servitude. For someone like Jorgsten, the cons outweighed the pros by far. So why would we… The ground shook a bit as dynamite exploded in the distance.

I wanted to know what kind of mess I had stepped into. “A long time ago, my father had a brother named Stanley Cater,” Duke began. He picked up his glass but did not drink yet. “Stanley was impulsive. He was the kind of man who acted before he thought. He fell hard for a woman named Hana. According to him, she was beautiful and ambitious. In reality, she was just ruthless.” I watched Duke’s face. The charm he had used earlier was gone. He looked tired.

--- Seraphina's POV "Your Highness, more news from the capital." My head housekeeper delivered the report in my sun-drenched seaside villa. "Duke Alistair and his son are dead. They say it was the backlash from a dark ritual." I sat in a white wicker chair, the sea breeze soft on my face. My cheeks were rosy. My body was healthy. It was as if I had never been sick at all. When my heart had stopped, I thought I would go straight to heaven.

She found the coat around her shoulders warmer than her drapes, even his voice that seemed familiar brought warmth in her heart. She raised her head and saw a handsome man, almost the same skin color as her, with ink black hair standing next to her. 'Who might he be? His voice was so familiar to my ears. Especially those red eyes ...' "Insolence! How could a brat like you tell us what to do?! Tessa! Call all the knights and throw this bastard out of the gates!" The Duke yelled angrily. No one dared to talk back to him like this before. Why? Simply because he was the Duke of Florentine duchy who was next in rank to the imperial family.

He was a dazzling handsome man, and his personality also seeped into his architecture. But that was not the impressive thing about the Duke. Next to his portrait was a regal Scottish woman in her elaborate purple gown. Florence was always enticed by her saucy pose and glance. It was Lady Rosemary, Richard's wife. He married the heiress, who was the real chieftain of the house. She was a favorite granddaughter of one special woman—Sophia of Hanover. It might not sound much at first, but Florence's father used to tell her that one couldn't become the British monarch unless one was legitimately descended from Sophia. That was the law of the realms.

Missing him pulls at my chest like a quiet ache, though knowing he’s away brings relief. We are presented. “His Grace, Duke Noah Wingknight of the Northern Reaches, and Her Grace, the Duchess Paige.” Quiet hangs heavy. After a breath, voices rise - sharper now, buzzing with heat instead of calm. Here they arrive. Curious ones first. Then those who mean trouble. Followed by quiet plotters slipping in behind. “Duchess, we heard such tales of your… resilience in the North. How… rustic it must be.” A lady with sapphires in her hair.