The Grand Duke's Pet Novels & Stories

“Then I'll go first, Grandpa!” Duke Andrew watched as his granddaughter cheerfully came out of his room after they had finished talking together. The smile that was originally visible on Duke Andrew's lips was completely gone, when the door to his study closed tightly again after Ariana left. “James, you're here, right?” Out of the shadows, James came out and bowed respectfully to his master. “I'm here, Your Grace,” he said respectfully. Duke Andrew's brows furrowed from time to time, as his granddaughter's sudden change of mind completely boggled his mind at the moment.

“Is your pet special, my King? Or is she just too shy to be in her normal attire suited for a pet?” a few taunting chuckles rang through the table, but they all died out from a simple growl from the master. My cheeks burned. I could see the pet of commander Grath. A petite girl, with sunken eyes, and hollowed cheeks. I could imagine the typeShe was one of those pets that was not wearing any clothes at all. I thanked my stars that commander Grath was not my master. I Immediately felt bad that I had gloated over one's misery.

Then, soft: "What is it you need?" “The answer is no. We refuse.” He actually laughs, a short, disbelieving sound. “You refuse the King’s mercy? You would choose your… your ill-advised passion over the safety of thousands? Over peace?” “You call it passion.” I take a step forward, and he finally sees the wolf beneath the duke’s skin. His guards shift nervously. “It is not. It is a vow. Written in something deeper than your parchment. You ask me to cut out my own heart and call it diplomacy. I will not.”

"She isn't a servant, the girl beside her is. She is a pet, My pet." Ivanna had never felt more disgusted in herself being a pet as her grandma's brows furrowed with irritation. She knew her grandparents disliked pets. The idea of humans becoming pets didn't sit well with them, but that doesn't mean they weren't disgusted to see one. And right now, she was a pet to them. "Wait… It's me, Ivanna. I-" Ivanna's words were cut off as a mirror suddenly appeared before her. "Take a look at yourself before uttering another stupid word." The mirror was brought out by the young master. His words were only hers to hear.

"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.

I walked in with a smile on my face to meet him before turning to where his visitor sat "Hello, it is a pleasure to have you here. I am Guinevere Pedro, fiancée to the duke." The man was about average height and definitely middle aged, he had on glasses and when he stood it showed that he had a pudgy stomach. I did not think this was someone the duke would associate with not to talk of sharing drinks and laughter. The man bent and kissed the back of my hand before his head and pinning me with a withering stare.

If he was over there, then who… I whipped my head back to the man beside me, my eyes widening in shock. “Brother, I must say…your woman must taste nice. Too bad you caught me before I got a taste of her,” he muttered, making my eyes bulge. “Get out,” Prince Darion ordered, and I caught sight of the way the man licked his lips, casting a sly smile before brushing his shoulders and walking out. I couldn't miss the coldness in Prince Darion's eyes once the man whispered something in his ear before leaving.

Ellie said, pointing to a painting of a woman in very little clothing. Jasper grinned, he put his arms around Ellie his hands just underneath her breasts "She was a very, very bad girl. Her name was Gabrielle Teller, and she married the third duke. As you can tell, judging by her clothing or lack of it, she was a bit of a girl."

The butler bowed and withdrew, leaving the Grand Duke and Mia alone, with the double doors open for decorum. Mia motioned for the Grand Duke to be seated, and he nodded in acknowledgment, taking a seat on the sofa opposite her. "How may I help you, Your Grace?" The Grand Duke was known to be an excellent warrior, having won every battle in which he had participated. They called him ‘The Beast’. However, he’d always remained a recluse in his castle and did not attend events at Volia's court. Although none of the younger people had seen him, various rumors circulated about his appearance. The most striking, and from what Mia could confirm, was that he had one eye of each color.

She is surprised by his gestures as the Grand Duke plainly states, "let me give you a piggy ride. You must be tired of this adventure." Lady Paisley blushes in delight at the Grand Duke's gentleness as she happily climbs on his back, accepting his offer. Thereafter, they started to trace back the scent, heading someplace. ﾟ*☆*ﾟ ゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟ ゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟ ゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟﾟ*☆*ﾟ