The Fallen Duke And The Knight Who Hated Him Novel Novels & Stories

How can he just forget, when she was his whole world, the reason he strived to become much more stronger. In his entire life, he has never been hurt the way he was now_It's true what they say, being hurt by the person you love, is much worst than a thousand sword piercing from the enemy. Carl knew that he was never going to be the same, after this, and if he succeeds in taking back his throne from King Luther, he would unleash hell on everyone who hurt him, especially Zara. ... 'Why did the Neela king ask me that question, who is he?' Zara pondered, tossing on the bed. She has tried to get the question out of her mind, yet she was finding it difficult.

“That day when you lost to me in the duel, rather than crying to your aunt, had you acknowledged me, you would have known just how easy it is for me to kill you.” I spoke as I raised the top of my sword to his throat, warning him to keep his mouth shut. “Every one of your mistresses sought permission from me first before they warmed your bed because they feared offending me, the daughter of the Grand Duke. And I allowed them so you would keep your paws off me." I could see embarrassment filling his eyes. He gritted his teeth in anger, fists clenched. "I never expected you to be a good husband. I just expected you to be loyal to the Grand Duke. To this Duchy. But you chose the path of arrogan

His hair brushed towards my cheek. “What are you reading?” He asked as he looked at it. I got excited when he asked because I wasn’t able to talk about it as much y’know. “So in this book, the heroine was a girl born into a ducal household and the male lead is a knight from their house-“ I started. He looked so interested. “-and the two ran away to pursue their own love,” I told him excitedly. When I looked at him, I saw him smiling at me. I got a bit conscious that I can feel myself heat up. I cleared my throat.

Her… everything. “September 20th:” Duke walked past me today. He barely saw me. He was laughing with Ava. They look so good together. It hurts. It hurts so much. Why can’t I be her? Why can’t I have him? September 5th: “I hate her. I hate her for having everything I want. I hate her for having Duke even though she isn’t interested. I hate her for being Ava.” The words burned, each syllable a brand. Ava felt a fresh wave of nausea.

Sweat glistened down his face as the flames rose up. They got to his knees before he broke. Everyone had a price and a limit of what they were willing to tolerate before they metaphorically threw their hands in the air, giving up. “The Duke of the McKroi is a benefactor of mine. He had close ties to Andrei Moretti. He wanted the bitch dead for what she did to him and for daring to challenge the status quo.” Before I could react for what he dared to call her, Imeela flew forward. Her fist connected with his jaw. We all heard more than one crack in his jaw.

"Well, yes. That's for a human's perspective. But for us-a noble or a mythical creature as what human history says-it's natural. We can live for millennia and tens and hundreds of it, not aging. We can even enter eternal slumber if we want to. "But that's not always the case. Sometimes, one can enter a force eternal sleep if they committed a crime that is too grave beyond comprehension and the risk being known to the world is high or they took offense to the humankind that we're supposed to take care." -Cassielle Elise D. Dairen, the daughter of the duke, Clyde Estreno D. Dairen. The unknown duchess.

"Halt!" Every knight stopped and turned to the Duke, as did everybody except Tori, who was just watching Lillian and Rowan carefully. "What is the matter, Duke Castaña?" Lady Sabina anxiously asked the serious-looking Duke, who was just staring directly at the drenched knight. The Duke was enamored with the fact that he was just looking at his younger version. Doubts clouded his mind as he remembered a commoner who entranced him at some point in his life. It couldn't be.

Hold on, my love, I am coming for you, Aiden thought as he was riding his stallion and went after his future bride. ***** I was smiling at the person that was sitting in front of me. Duke Henderson was the crown prince from Zirconia, a little country on the south of Niapachad Island. He just arrived yesterday and I greeted him just in time when I arrived from Grea to Royal Molftus. And right now, we’re having breakfast with Niklaus, my cousin, acting as our chaperone. “So, Prince Duke—” “Please, call me Duke, Your Majesty,” he said as he was looking at me with his peculiar maroon eyes. I smiled before I dabbed my mouth as well.

Rhyker was the perfect candidate for those princesses, but we all know that Princess Flora will win him. "Here we go, your highness." I bowed to the Duke, he didn't give me a glance as he took his champagne on the plate. I bit my cheek, not letting out a scoff. These stupid nobles don't know respect. I walked back to the bar where Raphael was sighing deeply as he declined politely the proposal coming from a noblewoman. I frowned knowing that he hated romance and sneered mischievously because I hate him but then he looked at me and grabbed my arms.

Or had she already been pregnant, while they had been making a fool out of me? The latter was more likely, as I had faith in Martha’s skills. A truly hateful necromancer... Only an executioner’s axe and the gallows were worse, and efficiency-wise, they were on the same level. What was going on? I had to find out. “Your Majesty....” The duke couldn’t help it. He knelt before Rudolph, freezing in a deep bow. “My life and honor are at your feet.” Rudolph sighed deeply. If a situation reminded him of his beloved chivalric novels, he knew how to act.