The Grand Duke's Beloved Granddaughter Novels & Stories

The girl who was supposed to be a manipulative monster had looked at him, a king in all but name, and treated him with the calm, detached politeness one reserved for a passing stranger. Rowan reached up, slowly resting his fingers against the hilt of his hunting dagger, his grey-green eyes glowing faintly in the moonlight. He was supposed to be courting the perfect heiress inside the great hall. Yet, as the music drifted out over the battlements, he realized with a sharp, dangerous clarity that he was far more curious about the daughter who had stopped asking for anything at all.

She exclaimed and I doubled over in laughter, slapping my knees "Luna Midnight Black! " She exclaimed "not funny " she added but she was clearly amused "Grandad is fine" I said chuckling lightly "he's kinda weird though but he's fine" I added "Weird how? " She asked "The other day I was talking to him and he was acting not so normal" I said frowning at the memory "That's grandad for you " She said "Does he have some kind of illness that I don't know about?" I asked "Why didn't you ask him? " She asked chuckling

"You’re the girl he was with last time." "I’m the prince’s personal maid," I said to introduce myself. "Oh, so that explains why you’re usually hanging out with the prince." When I told her I was the prince’s personal maid, she immediately broke out in a broad grin. "I didn’t get to introduce myself last time." She paused for a second. "I am Felicity, the Duchess of Portugal’s granddaughter." I bent my head in shame, realizing that I should have done it sooner. "Please accept my apologies for the lack of respect I showed you."

Tara’s great aunt cooed at Andrea. “Let me have a look at my great - great granddaughter,” the duke said and Tara went beside him. “Grandpa, meet Andrea,” said Tara and the duke chuckled. “Who could have guessed that I would be given a chance to see Lincoln’s granddaughter and her daughter?” He held Andrea’s tiny hand, placed a kiss on it and then kissed Tara’s cheek. His eyes turned red and said, “If I only man up and stopped your great grandma, my son and my grandson would still be alive today.”

Now wandering to the busy street of the festival. “Chantal, my dear granddaughter.” He then giggles, acting like he didn’t do any wrong. Opens his arms to hug his granddaughter, yet his granddaughter is not having any of it. “You escape again grandpa.” His granddaughter scolded him immediately. Then to compensate for the trouble, he took the ruby and presented it to his only heir, Chantal smiles and is in awe as amazement and curiosity draw into her eyes taking the ruby from his grandfather. “Did you like it?”

The Old Master ignored the irrelevant talks going around and engulfed his precious granddaughter in his embrace. "This kid. You almost forgot about me. You even did not call me when you came back. You are so bad." With misty eyes, he saw his precious granddaughter in front of him. She looked just like her deceased mother in that dress. "Grandpa, I also missed you. I was planning to call you when I received your call. And see am I not here after all." Jessica said with an angelic smile on her face. The Old Master patted the loose hair of his granddaughter and gestured her to follow him on the stage that was fixed especially for today's banquet.

My eyes pleading like a puppy and my mouth in a slight pout, hoping that the Village Chief would agree. But I think that’s way too long. “Your Grace, thank you, for putting us first. And I know I should give you what you want but—“ “—I know, you can’t just trust me like that, not after what my grandfather did to you and every people of the dukedom. But if I explained my idea, would you help me?” he nodded and I proceeded to explain the process of making candles.

"You are a bad guy. You mustn't scold my mom. My mom is the best person in this world. It's all because of those bad guys that she suffers like this. You mustn't scold her. Otherwise, I will hit you." Kara clenched her fist, looking fierce. The duke, who had been angry just now, was completely stunned when he saw Kara. "How... How could it be possible?" He stepped back two steps, thinking he had got dazzled and muddled. 'Why does this girl look so much like Coco?' In his memory, when his granddaughter Coco got lost and was abducted, she was the same age and lovely as the little girl. "This is... This is..." He put his hand, which was trembling, over his heart.

"I don't think I'll have the same luck, her Majesty... Look at me... your son will never miss me, much less accept me. But that doesn't bother me, I've gotten used to it, I don't want him to suffer because of me ." "You are a wonderful person Isabella, you are the woman Christopher needs by his side." "My son has his character, but he is affectionate and very funny, you'll see over time." "Thank you so much!!" "I have sent several maids to help you, they told me that you already had everything." "Yes, it came prepared Your Majesty." "Did you like the dress I sent you?" "It's beautiful, but it's not made for someone with a lot of muscles like me."

He didn't even look up when he saw me standing in front of his desk. I was a little curious about the appearance of Duke Nigel. He never appeared in the novel because since Ario made his social debut on his eighteenth birthday, he had inherited the title of Grand Duke, and his father, Ian Nigel, had completely withdrawn from public life. This event took place before the beginning of the first act of the novel. I hesitated to bow to the duke. My posture might not have been accurate, but no one would correct a six-year-old. He finally looked up at me, his dark hair and bloodshot eyes. His handsome but emaciated face. The genes are really powerful, the Duke is practically the adult version of A