Novel & Cerita The Grand Duke's Pet

' ( I'm done for ) After the whole love expression ended, the situation came back to normal. The Grand duchess had ordered some tea to be served, different ones to be exact as each and every one of them has different tastes. For the Grand Duke, it will always be Herbal Tea. As he tends to get older, the grand duke constantly keeps getting unwell and since the Grand Duke has to watch h

I might not have much time left. “Be careful,” a second guard warned the rest. “This is the Duke’s personal pet.” I nodded. I wanted to argue that I was not a pet. But belonging to the Duke kept me safe. It was better to swallow my pride. “Why is the Duke’s pet pretending to be a warrior?” another guard asked. “Who cares?” the first one asked. “We should show her what it really means to train as a warrior.” “Yeah!” yet another guard said. “Show this pampered pet how real warriors work out!”

Duke Hugin said. I've asked to talk to him alone for a few moments. I told him this is about the cement bricks my duchy is selling. "You seem to care deeply for your granddaughter, Duke Hugin." I commented and he nodded. "My mother was also deeply cared for by my grandfather." I said and the Duke looked at me wondering what I'm trying to say.

First was usually his fist, then other things I don't even like to name. Turning eighteen didn't change a damn thing. He still hits me and makes me keep my mouth shut because I know a secret he once told me when he was all drunk. I spent the entire morning underneath a Harley Davidson. I've been trying to figure out why the transmission kept grinding third gear. My hair was all greasy and the garage stank of gas, sweat, and everything mechanical. Dmitri, almost the only worker left in Night Wolves' garage, my father's biker club, walked up to me.

That very day, I moved into the luxury villa. What confused me was that all the other big dogs I had seen before disappeared the moment I officially started working. And that beautiful Alaskan Malamute actually had an entire villa to himself. As Lord Allen's personal caretaker, I was assigned the second-largest bedroom, right next to the master bedroom. The room was shockingly huge. Even back when Beatrice hadn't kicked me out, and I was still a rich girl, I had never lived in a room this big.

"I don't have a problem with Christopher. He's just a dog following his master's orders." His word had alarm bells ringing in my head. There was more here that he wasn't telling me. "Then who do you have a problem with?" "Big Mike. Big Mike is the one who's going to get a bullet in the head, not his pathetic son." His voice went cold and deadly. The venom in his tone made me shiver, and with that came a realization that scared the shit out of me. "This isn't just about me, is it? It was never about protecting me from him, or even wanting me in your bed.”

“That I was in danger. That Luciano’s mark was going to kill me.” Milo cursed under his breath. “Camilla… that wasn’t Jax.” The words sent a sharp, icy fear through my body. I felt sick. If it wasn’t Jax, then who—or what—had been in my house last night? * I needed more answers. There was only one person who might know what was going on. Madam Elsie. She was an elder, one of the few wolves who had studied ancient magic and dark curses. If something unnatural had taken Jax’s form, she would know.

The Grand Duke was next in line to the throne since Theodore was the son of a concubine, and the Grand Duke was the Emperor's cousin. "This place is worse than the battlefields I've been on." The Grand Duke's comment made me laugh, with a comparison as accurate as that. "We just need to use different strategies for different enemies," I said, observing the Grand Duke's inquisitive gaze. He looked at me and asked: "What would be the most effective approach to fighting such sneaky enemies?"

Spenser joked, causing even more laughter to erupt and I giggled. “Yes, but if you take a knee, I can give you your real gift.” I winked, hearing the crowd slowly go silent. Spenser kneeled in front of me and I took the sword, carefully placing it on either side of his head while announcing his new title. “Rise Grand duke of black valley.” I grinned as his eyes grew wide. Just like there had never been a queen, there had also never been a grand duke. The kingdom had seen all the other titles over the years, but never a grand duke.

the man said, his tone cold and calculating. "Okay, brother. Let’s meet later to finalize the plan," Vivian agreed before ending the call. Starting her car, Vivian drove off, her mind racing with schemes. --- The Yubari King Melon, known as the world’s most expensive fruit, might have seemed extravagant, but the price of secrets and betrayal in the Hastings family far surpassed its value.