The Lithromantic Duke Novels & Stories

Even I knew how strange I was acting in front of her. "Well? Come on, tell this Queen what is ailing you little girl." I raised a brow showcasing my fake arrogance. "Huh?... Oh, yes Your Highness." She abruptly casted her eyes down again when she realized that her stare was pretty uncouth. "Urm... about my mother, it's a story about a very dark night. My mother was to attend to the Grand Duke Brikenhead who came back home after a long journey. But something happened during his journey." I knitted my brows when I heard her. What could have gone wrong for the duke, I wondered. "It is said that the duchess was absent when the duke came home and he was poisoned with Lucrilate when he stopped by

He replied before walking away leaving Charlotte stunned and unable to speak "The students are in the bunker," Mr duke strode in with a stoic gaze and a large sword held on his right arm. Sighting Liam his gaze darkened. Why didn't he leave with the other students? he thought. The stupid brat always had a thing for danger. Like a drug addict unable to keep away from drug. "Move!" He said to Liam who gulped down nervously "So scary, it's a miracle I'm still alive," He thought and resumed his steps towards the exit while Duke watched until he had disappeared before turning his gaze to Charlotte.

I really need to land that deal with Octavia about the land if I want this candle business to be successful. By the time that lunch came, Nikos entered the office with my meal as well as a tray of another letter. “Milady,” he called my attention and presented the letter, “a letter from the Leviathan Dukedom. It seemed to be a personal letter from Duke Ruther.” I observed the letter and it was indeed from Duke Ruther himself. By how did he get to get home so fast? Maybe he rode a stallion and not a carriage since he was known to be the man who likes fast things. Or maybe he was still at the capital of the kingdom for some other business. No matter, there is no merit if I keep on assuming thin

I trembled with rage as Duke leaned in and wrapped his arms around me. “Behave, okay?” he murmured in my ear. “If you want to live—argh!” Luciano pried his hands off me with an iron grip, his eyes dark as he stepped menacingly close to Duke. “Touch her again, and I'll kill you.” Duke was trembling like a child that had just been wanked terribly, as Luciano shoved him away. Then he turned and grabbed my hand, flashing me a charming grin that sent my heart skipping. “Time to go home, wife.”

The Duke removed his riding cloak and jacket, hanging them by the fire. Beneath, a linen shirt clung damply to his chest. It crossed Loren's mind that the tailors of Windrider might be deeply immoral people. His black hair had come loose during the ride, falling below his shoulders in damp waves. Firelight moved across his face, sharpening his cheekbones and softening his mouth in a way Loren found unhelpful. The Duke pulled a chair closer, stretching his legs toward the flames. He looked perfectly at ease, as though sharing lodgings with an unmarried woman was routine. She’d heard whispers about soldiers before, men with a woman in every barracks. Someone like him probably collected admirer

“Was it? I suppose it was. You’d know. Of course, you’d know. You couldn’t take your eyes off of her, could you?” Duke’s briefest glance away was all the admission of guilt that Alex needed. He burst into uncontrolled laughter. “I knew it! All those times she was hot and bothered reading those idiotic romance books, you were too, weren’t you?” “What a perfect match,” he sneered. “It must be Fate. The Duke Agency couldn’t have done it better. A brainless football player for a closet slut. You can fucking have her. With my compliments. Go on, Caitie. Get up. Get over there with him.”

she answered. It took a few seconds before the Prince responded. “If that was what you think, I did not have any reasons to object to it,” the Prince said. “Your answer lacked details,” Duke stated. My ears tingled by what the Duke had expressed. I forced myself to smile and look innocent, though I wanted to smack him. Frederick Ivrea, one of those people you do not want to mess with. A valiant warrior--- a perfect description for the Duke of Athenesy. Exterminator of corrupt officials, pirates, and any person who attempts to overthrow the Empire.

“And this must be the famous Salome. I have heard absolutely nothing about you.” He started to look me up and down, but before his eyes could travel too far, Jeremiah’s hand slammed over my face. Everything went black as he blocked my vision. “Sit down,” Jeremiah ordered. I felt him nudge me into a plush chair. “Duke, put some clothes on. Now.” Duke let out a sharp laugh. “Oh, darling, you know I hate feeling restricted. Besides, we are all friends here.” I heard the metallic clink of his rings as he moved closer. “I am sure Salome doesn't mind seeing a little skin, right, sweetheart?”

Prologue Duke Patrick is a 38 year old doctor, working in a National hospital.He had his first wife called Alicia who died mysteriously and Duke was framed for her wife's death.He was taken to the court.The day of his hearing, Andrew his best friend saved him from being imprisoned Due to stress and alcoholism, he was forced to stop working for a while. After a long period of loneliness, he decides to start over again, working and family because that's what he treasured most.He meets his highschool friend Amanda and falls deeply in love with her which leads to marriage.

My sister and I were both reborn on the very day the marriage pacts were to be chosen. In our previous life, she was the one who married Adrian, the Black-Armored Duke whose reputation for cold brutality struck fear into all. She endured his indifference until she was cast out and sent back to the Vere family in disgrace. I married Lucian, the White Knight, gentle and gracious as carved jade. I wore the Duchess's coronet and became the envy of all. She was consumed by jealousy, convinced I had stolen her true love. So she killed me. And so, this time around, she rushed ahead of everyone else, personally tying the white stag ribbon that represented Lucian, shoving the Black Wolf that everyone