The Dukes Cursed Charm Novels & Stories

If he wasn’t good at what he does and a genuine good guy (as much as it’s possible to be in our world), I wouldn’t imagine Karma and Duchess would respect him as much as they do. Despite being covered in the blood of a couple scumbags and the beer in my hand, I couldn’t forget what Karma said. Duke. I kinda liked it. But… Would I be the Duke to Alex’s Duchess? What would that even mean for our two clubs? The Valkyrie and the Henchmen are different. In the Henchmen, none of the partners are involved in club business.

“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?”

Bar-Everyone is ready to go. Duke-On the way down. "They are ready for us," Duke tells them. "Kiss us first," Ada tells him. Duke kisses Ada and then Emma before they head out. When they make it downstairs Carl and Jacob are standing at the bottom of the stairs. "Who are those young men?" Emma asks. "My Uncles Carl and Jacob," Duke tells them. "They are vampires Little Duchess they are over 500 years old." Ada checks them out. "I get it," Ada admits.

the Duke said, closing his eyes. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain on his right wrist. "Why does my wrist hurt m...." he wanted to finish his words when he was shocked by what he saw. He read it aloud "It is a trap." "What does this mean?" he asked himself, intensely looking at it. "The only person who can write this is...Mr Brown?!" he exclaimed. "What is a trap?" the Duke asked again, looking up. He, then, realized something. The fighting of the undead men was a trap. His younger brother, Williams wanted to distract him and so he bewitched his friend, Mr Dewhurst, to lure him into the barn. He also brought him to this place, to deal with the Duchess.

Duke sighed heavily. Show me what you got. Duk says that the lord of the shadows, or people, must be killed. Alud says. Brook-ta-man. He looked closely at the werewolf. - We will not touch Elise, but the Lord of the Shadofs, and with the most ancient, I think these charms will help us. the vampire says, opening the bag and showing the artifacts. The werewolves stare, not understanding what the vampire brought. Duk drew attention to the large stones in the necklace.

Suddenly, from the corner of the room, their mother’s voice rose in a broken wail. “Carla! Don’t take one of my children. It’s just me… It’s just me. Don’t make them suffer!” The plea cut through the air like a knife, raw and pleading. Their mother’s eyes were wide with terror, her bound hands twisting against the ropes as she rocked back and forth. The name “Carla” hung in the room like a summoned ghost, a tangible thread linking the present torment to the sins of the past. Eloise and Elena exchanged a glance heavy with shared dread—the curse was stirring again, drawing closer, its tendrils reaching for what little they had left.

What I am trying to do right now is put the duke on alert and recognize that the engagement is doomed to be annulled the moment that girl is declared a saint Lukretus still doubts that matter, but I am quite sure that he is more than aware of that girl’s charm power… The accessories that I had made for these three are secretly imbued with a protective enchantment that will undoubtedly be a barrier and a wall of defense against that wandering drug’s effect Since the three of them will wear these accessories during the banquet, even if that girl appears in front of them, they won’t be easily swayed by the effect of the light charm But of course, I won’t let the crown prince use her and just ma

Emma couldn't see anything but the brazen face of the man that had left her not without taking advantage of her lips again. He even bit her a little and made her neck which was now covered in soft red marks more heated than ever. She could feel the many gazes directed at her and the different opinions entering her ears. "Is she a luriem?" "Yes… then the enchantment from before. The heat…" "That… would she be enchanting the Duke?" "That can't be, the Duke is the most powerful dragon in this world, how can he be enchanted like that, it doesn't make sense."

Rose whispered, feeling quite sorry to the duke who had lost two wives. "But the Lexington's aren't known only for those two stories. It was the other one," whispered Mrs. Violet in a hushed voice. The elder woman waved her hand and Rose leaned down to hear her say, "They say the first son of the duke is cursed. He is doomed by a terrible curse that made him a monster at night. Yes, similar to the werewolves we have talked about before." Rose who didn't expect to hear such a news, looked at Mrs. Violet with wide eyes. Her smile quickly appeared, "That's not possible. Werewolves are—" before she could finish, Mrs. Violet had interrupted her.

The next day I woke up, I am now the fiance of the Demon Duke in the Kingdom of Franche-Comte, a kingdom that believes in religion, however, it has a Demon Lord living among its people, Duke of Dubois Castle, or known as Lemon. He holds my hand tight and trails kisses to my pulse, ever since I have known that this man is a Demon who saved my life with the contract of fulfilling his desire, he frequents my room almost every night. “It is not money, and not my title as the countess, also you said that it is not my soul, what is it that you desire Duke?” he paused and those jewel red eyes looked at me intently, he climbed onto my bed and even closed the distance between us. I could feel the war