Novel & Cerita The Dukes Cursed Charm

they missed the old him, they all do. but turning the Duke Claude back to his old self was always a failed attempt. no matter what they do, they cannot figure out what made their Duke that way. drugs, alcohol, a traumatic incident, hypnotism or anything in between, the people cannot figure out what results to that. Soon enough, they lost hope as they too succumbed to the depressing state of their duke to which soon affected the duchy itself and trickled down to the people of the Fortess Dukedom.

Duke bolted, scrambling for his clothes like his life depended on it. “I'm so sorry sir! We were- we weren’t doing anything!” Duke stammered, frantically pulling on his pants. I didn't move. I slowly slid my underwear back on, my eyes locked on Charles, burning with a hatred so intense I felt like I could set him on fire. “It's okay, kid.” Charles stepped further into the room, his presence sucking the air out of the space. He leaned over and whispered something into Duke’s ear. Whatever the fuck he said worked, because Duke vanished, running out of the house faster than a cheetah.

Duke was taken by surprise, and he struggled to free himself to no avail. I stopped laughing and decided to help him out. He's still my favorite, after all. I waved at Tiger and gestured for him to let Duke go. He did and ran back into the bathroom. Duke coughed, and I wrapped my hands around him and kissed his bare chest. "Sorry, dear, but luckily for me, one of my prince charmings came to my rescue." "He's doomed." He coughed, and I covered his mouth with mine. The kiss was gentle, and when I tried pulling away, he grabbed onto my head and deepened the kiss.

Kataleya: “ Do you fall in love? Dereck: “ Every time I get married! Kataleya sighed. Dereck: “ It was on our honeymoon that I promised her I would never leave her! Kataleya: “ And it’s on the honeymoon that she possesses you… Derek nodded. Kataleya: “ Damn… Dereck: “ I don't expect your sister to take me back, I just want her to listen to me. All the women Dereck married were killed by him on their honeymoon. Mary takes advantage of the fact that he thinks about her, to control his mind and command her movements. All this because Dereck promised her he would never leave her. Dereck had no plans to marry Kilaila, but rather to be with her forever, because only then would the curse not appear

"We ended up back at her place. Most incredible night of my life." "And let me guess," Rick said, his voice suddenly dry. "You never heard from her again." Dante looked up sharply. "How'd you know?" "Lucky guess," Rick muttered, taking another sip of bourbon. "That's her M.O.," Nathan explained. "The Duchess doesn't do relationships. One night, then goodbye. She's famous for it." "I thought I was different," Dante admitted, looking embarrassed. "We had this... connection, you know? When she looked at me, I felt like I was the only man in the world."

His wolf—massive, silent—mirrored the motion. Charlie's instincts stretched, twinging painfully. Like a phantom limb she didn't know how to use. "Your shifting energy is unstable," Dorian observed. "Untrained. And whatever curse is tangled around your wolf? It reeks of meddling. Old meddling." Charlie blinked. "...Meddling?" He nodded. "A curse that binds and unbinds, but never in the way you expect. Dangerous magic. Inconveniently placed." "Tell me about it," she muttered.

I can’t stop myself from staring at Charlie’s lifeless body, thinking about how she looks quite dead right now all because of Duke. “What a coincidence. Duke offered to watch over Daisy. He’s supposedly helping her get accustomed to being a vampire. Don’t worry. She’ll get what she deserves, just like Henry got what he deserved.” I didn’t hear the last part of what Grace said because loud impatient knocks bang on the door. “Grace, I got to go.” I hear her question why in an attempt to find out what’s wrong, but I just hang the phone up and debate about leaving Charlie’s side.

Axias said in a low tone. Old Duke left Axias. And Axias could only watch the Old Duke's back drift away. It was subtle, but Axias could feel the old man's anger simmering beneath the surface. Axias recalled an old story that on this Continent, no one hated Sorcery more than the Old Duke. And after everything that had happened, one of the people who would be the most furious at this incident could be the Old Duke– Then, according to Harriet and Old Duke's orders, the imprinting ritual that night was carried out.

He moved towards the table with predatory, shuffling gait, his face twisted into an expression of horrifying, ecstatic recognition. “Look at it, Duke” Mitch hissed, his voice cracking. He pointed a trembling finger at the symbols etched into the chest. “Look at the geometry of the rot. I told you. I told you the city was bleeding out and you wouldn’t listen. You called me a paranoid fool, but look at the canvas! He wasn’t killed by a person. He was used as a vessel. Cursed, just like me.” “Mitch, shut up!” Duke grabbed his shoulder, trying to physically turn him away. “You are not supposed to be here. You are compromised.”

God help her. Greg would admit that when he put that item in the list of demands, he’d expected a firm and flat no from his cousin if not from the queen first. He was surprised when they fully supported it. “Misfortune…” Lucy began, with the voice of frost. “...is a condition brought about by nature, something none of us can control. What happened to the duke was not a misfortune. It was a conspiracy designed to compromise our species. A scheme to get close to the duke to take my daughter’s blood and you call that an ‘incident’? Which the duke had the ‘misfortune of suffering’?”