Novel & Cerita The Grand Duke's Pet

He hugged her tightly in greeting and then held her chair as she sat. Guillame watched as his granddaughters entered the room, one at a time. He saw Karen breeze in, a newly turned wolf with auburn hair. He'd never seen a wolf quite that color. She looked a little timid and seemed to almost run to her mate. Guillame smiled as she leaned into him for safety. When Sarah arrived he saw her longing gaze for her new mate. He could tell her wolf had just recently come out. He chuckled to himself at her mate's protectiveness from him of all people.

He bites his lower lip, and then orders the gag and restraints to be removed. He runs his fingers over the fresh ink, and I hold my breath, trying not to flinch at his touch. Gently, he wipes the tears from the corners of my eyes with his handkerchief, whispering, "mi pequeña mascota" which meant “My little pet," in Italian. "Are you happy now?" I ask, staring back into his eyes with a slight frown. "Yes, you look perfect, and extra sexy," he purrs. "Now the whole world will know you are mine."

Damon said surprised as he almost jumped out of his seat, Grey consolidated was a hard industry to get into, and now their CEO took notice of him, he was ecstatic, “ are you fucking serious? That is amazing!” “ yes it is, and I want it to work well, but I need the original proceeding papers for the land of the goldcrest pack, “Are you serious, we have built this pack for over two decades of course the land is ours!” “We have to know if it’s authentic as killian grey is a hard man when it comes to These things” Damon’s foot tapped fast in annoyance as his arms gripped tight on the chair “ alright I will ask my father and the elders for it, I just need time”

He would hunt me down in whatever part of the world I disappeared to. I agreed to his conditions and I started working with him. Maria was very surprised that Dante was willing to let me work. On my first day, I met Geremia, who was Dante's cousin and head of security. "I finally meet Dante's little pet," he told me. "I am not his pet", I fired back at him. He chuckled in response and patted my head. "Little and fierce. He has always had a thing for fierce creatures" he replied. "What do you mean?" I asked curiously.

A smile played about her full lips until Kate had wanted to scream. “How much does he pay you to play the doting wife?” Paris continued, tilting her gorgeous head to one side as she looked up to meet Kate’s blue eyes. “Five million GBP? Ten?” Without waiting for Kate's reply, she continued, “Did he also ask you to carry his child? I mean, he has a duty to his family to have a son, as I’m sure you know. He’s royalty after all. Someone must ensure that the Duke title stays in the family.” She gave Kate a once over and slowly nodded. “Yes, I can see how you can be of use for that.” Then a dangerous smile formed on her painted lips. “Or maybe he still thinks about me.”

"What accusations do they face?" The head officer stepped forward, his polished armor gleaming in the sunlight, his tone filled with a practiced arrogance. "Your Majesty, it has come to our knowledge that Lord Muller purchased the freedom of his wife, who was once a slave. Not only did he present her as a freeborn, but he paraded her as a noble, deceiving the kingdom and tainting the nobility with falsehood." He paused, gesturing to a guard holding a collection of documents bound in leather. "These documents, salvaged from Lord Muller's study, serve as evidence of his deceit."

I became her once more, but this time I received her recent memories, and full knowledge about the place I was in, that gave me complete confidence in acting as her… “What is it Sarah?” I asked the maid who woke me up. “T-the Grand Duke is ill again!” she cried. Led by Immara's intense emotions, I jumped out of the bed, put a dressing gown and slippers, and ran through the palace hall to the Duke's chamber. I rushed inside and looked around. There were several medics in the room observing the lying on his bed Grand Duke writhing in agony. He was being torn apart by excruciating pain that made him give out inhuman sounds. I froze seeing him in this state. His shirt was unbuttoned and in the m

The manor’s cleanliness was the least of his concern when he was racing against the lengthy strides of his master who decided to be on a suicidal mission – by declaring a trial by combat with his life and title at stake. His master, Grand Duke Beelzebub the Glutton, was clad in his combat uniform made of the purest mineral from the deepest mountains in the Nether World. The clashing of the iron ore and the mithril created a sound that Gukasho thought he would never hear at least for another millennium or so. But now, he was chasing his master who was so determined to toss his glory because he could not help but worry about his kid. Though Gukasho understood his master’s worries especially th