The Grand Duke's Pet Novels & Stories

I never want to forget this incredible feeling. But I know that's dangerous. I know this seems like a story in a fairytale. But I have never known a prince in fairytales. It would be too out of place to think that I'm his and he is mine. I would be playing a joke on myself. It is only for a night, I should not forget that. He pulled out of me and stood up. He entered into a room, then came back in wearing a creamy thick robe. “This is where you will stay during the duration of our contract, Pet” Something in his voice is not the same. As if he has gone back to his cold self.

She giggled. Damian leaned down and bit her lower lip teasingly. “The best life for you kitten is to be my pet for eternity.” Evelyn smiled sweetly, licking her lips. “Yes, Master. I’m all yours.” ***The end***

As long as the contract is not fulfilled, the Demon King will remain sealed and thus his kin will remain vigilant among the humans, they will not do harm against them, with this the Demon was given the title of grand duke that oversees the sovereign of the creatures. “You’ll have to reciprocate the contract and fulfill what the other party desires.” “My lady, it is time to spend the night with the duke.” “Do you want my blood?” “No.” “Then do you want my flesh?” “Just what do you think of me?” 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

Elton looked at the man on the side, he was carrying Emma without any shame, and she didn't mind at all as she was now used to his brazen ways. When they finally landed on the training camp with the others he didn't let her go but make her seat on his lap. The others could only watch them from afar while they started training. The Grand Duke had ordered for some refreshers to be served for them to enjoy. He wanted to feed her and enjoy her looks for a while. However, she was more entertained watching the group of dragons fight each other. She admired so much their refined techniques and fast moves. "Hey Elton, come, let's practice!"

His grand entourage, with numerous horse-drawn carriages, brought lavish gifts for his fiancée-to-be. Everyone was busy preparing for the Grand Duke’s arrival. Elisabet and Selina whispered in the background, mocking the fact that Regina was being proposed to by someone famously impotent. Regina overheard their whispers but chose to ignore them. This was all part of her plan to eliminate the forces behind Elisabet. "Welcome, Grand Duke," Deptian greeted warmly as Hertia stepped down from his carriage. "Thank you for the welcome, Count," Hertia replied, extending his hand. Deptian shook it politely, then led Hertia into the living room.

He pretended to be still angry, making Alameida let out a long sigh. "I'm sorry, okay, Ray?" whispered Alameida in a velvety voice. Old Duke didn't answer immediately. But he then spoke in a low voice... "I'll find a species of cat that isn't afraid of Lycan for you to keep. Just wait." Hearing that, Alameida immediately widened her sparkling eyes at her husband. "Ray! Oh, I love you—!" . . . ---------------------- My heart is warm :DD Old Duke and Old Duchess' relationship is exactly like my Granpa and Granma, but reversed! My Granma was a serious lady and my Granpa was very mischievous with a sweet, velvety voice.

“You can try living with it for a few weeks. Feed it yourself, pet it and try to befriend it. If it still doesn’t suit your majesty, I would send you a much better gift. How does that sound, your majesty?” It was strange. The Grand duchess wasn’t such a carefree person. She wasn’t someone who would do things that were out of the ordinary at somewhere like the Queen’s gift-giving banquet. But without the nobles there realizing, the issue of the two lords bringing unexpected escorts had been forgotten and would only be remembered at a later date. The gift of the Grand Duchess would become a subject for discussion for a long time.

"She's so cautious, as if she's terrified of disappointing the Duke. And yet the Duke... he is a wild man." Ivan took a long, steadying breath, holding back from saying anything. Vivian stopped abruptly in front of a massive painting draped in a heavy velvet shroud. She turned, a curious, playful smile on her lips. "This belongs to the Duke as well, doesn't it?" Ivan's posture stiffened instantly. "Indeed, my lady. But it would be best if you did not touch it. It is dangerous." Vivian clicked her tongue, her expression turning dismissive. "Dangerous? It's just a painting under a cloth. You expect me to believe that?"

He held the doorknob and pushed the door open. The room revealed beyond the door took my breath away. It was a BDSM room, meticulously designed with various equipment and furnishings that spoke of both restraint and intimacy. The walls were adorned with shelves holding an array of ropes, cuffs, and other implements. A large, intricately carved bed stood at the center, draped with rich, dark fabrics that exuded both luxury and intensity. Lord Frederick's gaze was steady as he watched my reaction. “This is where I express a different side of myself,” he said, his voice low and filled with meaning. “It's important that you understand this part of me, especially if we are to continue this charad

His voice is laced in hatred and disgust, making me shiver. If he didn't like me before, he must wish for my death now. He finishes walking me around the floor and returns me to Diego, handing him back my leash. My "owner" pets my head, a satisfied smile twitching at the corners of his lips. "Good girl. Look who knows how to follow directions after all," he purrs. Despite the shame and humiliation, hot pleasure tingles down my spine straight to my core, begging for release. Still on my knees, Diego stops and motions for me to crawl into the room. Danny follows, waiting patiently by the door for his next instructions.