The Dukes Cursed Charm Novels & Stories

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

"Dante, it was just a game. Truth or dare. These things happen..." "Just a game?" Dante's voice pitched higher. "Did you see the way they looked at each other? That wasn't some random dare kiss between strangers! That was... that was..." "That was what?" Rick finally spoke, his voice still irritatingly calm as he leaned back in his chair. "A kiss during a party game?" Dante's face went from red to purple. "You know exactly what that was! And don't you dare try to minimize it!" "Look, Dante," Rick said, standing up slowly, "I don't know what's got you so worked up, but the Duchess kissed me, not the other way around. It was her dare, her choice. I was just... cooperative."

“Rowan thinks he'll win. He thinks he can have everyone wrapped around his little finger and get away with it too.” Caspian brought his phone to his ears, typed in a number and placed it against his ear. “Duke?” “Caspian? Can't you get here tonight?” “That's impossible. I have to get home, but I need your help.” “What's wrong now?” “Remember Rowan's charity? I need every information you can find on it.” “Why's the charity important?” Duke asked. “Because we believe he's trafficking girls through it.” “Fuck! This dude just gets worse and worse huh?”

I needed a plan and I needed it now. With trembling hands, I reached for the small charm hidden under my pillow. The charm was dark, faintly pulsing, a gift from that cursed witch I had once promised never to trust again. I remembered the witch’s smile, the way she spoke in low voices. The memory made my skin crawl. My lip curled in disgust. The Forsaken woman had been more trouble than help, always asking for more, always laughing when I tried to demand results. I regretted ever dealing with her. Every time I thought of her, I felt the cold of that damp hut, the smell of herbs, and the words she had whispered in my ear. But I had no choice now.

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.

His golden eyes shone horribly, like a beast on the verge of breaking. "Has Harriet seen him?" asked the Old Duke. Russell nodded. And that was when the Old Duke's heart felt really sore. The young woman watches her husband go crazy for another woman... “She said to let that woman go with the imprinting ritual with Liam?” asked the Old Duke. Sir Russell nodded again. What could Old Duke say now? Could he let Liam perform the imprinting ritual with the sorcerer woman? Of course, he couldn't just let it happen. "What shall we do, Your Grace?" Russell asked.

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’?”

Roots said calmly, but the boys could feel the anger in her tone. “Ray, you’re telling me he’s right. I didn’t want to think of the possibility of such happening before, but everything points to it now.” “What do you mean?” “I’ll explain. Duke is performing a blood power ritual. It’s a dark magic witchcraft that uses blood for power. He wants to create more Betas.” “Hold on—you just said witchcraft, but you said I was wrong.” “I don’t know how Duke did it, but he found himself a witch.”