The Grand Duke's Pet Novels & Stories

The Grand Duke groaned. "I apologize for the inconvenience, my Lord but I'm afraid it's not possible today," I replied sternly, narrowing my eyes at him. If he were a werewolf, he'd have been subdued by my aura but to humans, I just disrespected him. "How dare you? Did I just hear you say that while narrowing your eyes at me? Are you out of your goddamn mind?" Grand Duke asked angrily, clenching his fists tightly. "I'm sorry my Lord. You might choose to misinterpret my body language, but as for the order of the king, I'm only a helpless follower." I said, trying my possible best to conceal the anger that was welling inside of him.

The growls from the fierce animals added to the chilling atmosphere, their mouths watering even though they were well-fed. "These hyenas may seem savage, but they are tamed by me and follow no one else but me. Now, let me ask again. Why are you in my territory?" The Duke asked, gritting his teeth and showing his anger, while his pets sensed his emotions and barked protectively. "Boss, please forgive us! Your father ordered us to do this! He said to tell you this..." one of the battered men hesitated. "Tell me what?" The Duke asked, annoyed.

"Besides, I have a feeling that you won't be good in bed." Dante Scheledrus Wyrm paled. He retracted his hand and pursed his lips. I studied his side-profile in silence. He was a masterpiece. However, he didn't show any sign of lust or desire. His dirty talks were surprising, but it felt like he was not genuine. His words didn't match his actions. He seemed fake to me. It's probably because he was a fictional character.

nothing more. Sir Chen told him while he was still little that the man he always sees in his flashbacks was him. Duke Kile Chen. Kyle grew up with the idea that he was a Duke in his past life. Duke Kile Chen was the strongest man in Azerath at the time. The King always ordered him to go for wars along with the country's warriors. Whenever they did, they came back with victory. Duke Kile Chen was married to the Goldsmith's daughter, Iva Thompson. The Goldsmith and his family were foreigners in Azerath.