The Lithromantic Duke Novels & Stories

"That fucking slut.....where in the world did he go. No matter how far you go Jun, I'll make sure to drag you back here. You can't escape this easily, I won't let you. You will regret what you did." Mrs. Yu was determent on getting Jun back no matter what, she made some calls and sat on her armchair with an evil smirk. "I'll get you here back my slave." _________________________________________

He always addressed Queen Minerva as a Demonic Woman. 'The loyalty of a noble is sometimes pseudo. But so far he is a man of principle.' Duke Gramer while sipping the tobacco from his favorite pruning pipe. “I chose the Black Prince because I just want the people in my area to live comfortably, quietly and securely. Then the figure of a suitable leader I think I see is in you, Prince. I feel with the ability of the Black Prince that it will come true.” The old man paused and exhaled tobacco smoke from his mouth and nose, like a fire dragon.

“You are breaking the hearts of both your intended and many young debutantes as you stand out here half-hidden in the shadows conversing with me, when they could take turns dancing with you. You know everyone loves you greatly.” He waited. “Everyone loves my title, my position and my wealth. The debutantes and my intended only wish to dance with that.” He searched through his pockets and produced a lighter and cigar. Lifting to his mouth and securing with his lips, he lighted the cigar and puffed into the open space, soon the clear air was filled with the rich, strong smell of the Duke’s cigar. “Strip me of it and they all would flee.” He continued. That was a hopeless thought. Beth did not

Mavric, you are useless now. “And Liora... welcome home, which will soon become your grave." The man beside Eleanor removed his hood. Liora gasped. He was not a stranger. He was the Duke of Hamilton, the charismatic man who had been Liora’s business mentor. "Duke...?" Liora whispered in horror. "Call me Lucifer, Liora," the Duke said with a smile that was charming yet deadly. "The real game has only just begun." Their plane suddenly shook violently.

The bootmaker had informed Eastland that his new ward had very slender feet for a youth, and the Duke had seemed to find that irritating, too. Smith had Black saddled and ready, and was standing with him inside a railed enclosure, next to the stable. She strode toward the big black stallion with firm steps. She could see the duke from one corner of her eyes as he stood talking with Pym, the head groom, who was attired in a soft tweed jacket and felt hat. Eastland was bare headed, and the sun glided his head with a golden sheen that made her breath catch. He was really too handsome to be as arrogant and hateful as he was. And of course, he was English instead of American.

With his looks, I wouldn't be surprised if he became a playboy. As we reached the employee room, he locked the door and leaned on the table. "Duke Vel Lavite" He initiated "or should I say, Duke Nicholas Sebastian Vel Lavite, ruler of the Vel Lavite Duchy." I flinched as soon as I've heard his name.

“But my fear is, I don’t know if you can handle it.” Something in her tone made me straighten. “What do you mean?” “If you can’t stand Leonard’s little pressure, then Duke might crush you. My chest tightened. “What do you mean?” “This. What Leonard is doing, it's child’s play,” she said flatly. “Compared to Duke.” The name felt heavy in the air. “And who is Duke?” “He’s the chairman of smitheen holding and other chains of businesses,” she replied quietly. She lowered her voice further. “He doesn’t bully for fun. He does it because he hates. Especially women.”

"No, no, we have to leave, Lucien! Bring my daughters and let's get out of here! Duke is not someone we can afford to provoke! He is terror!" Lucien raises a brow as he hears Santiago's words and the smile on his face and that on the face of Juliet and Brianna disappears. "What do you mean, Santiago? Do you know him?" "Hmph!" Charles snorts coldly. "You are truly a fool! Well, I don't blame you though, what can a poor punk like you know? If only you had been rich, you would have known you just angered someone you should never have thought of angering in your entire lifetime! This is Duke, the king of underground boxing from East Highland Park! He has always been known to be ruthless and unfo

It was Harriet's turn to stare in wonder at the Old Duke. Liam went to the Northern Mountains? And why was Liam so adamant about going alone to a place as dangerous as the Northern Mountains? Problem solved because of it, but what else is this? What is the 'coronation' that the Old Duke was talking about? Why had she never heard of all this? Harriet glared at Liam, making the Old Duke smile. “Ahem,” Liam tried to change the subject, “What about the thing you wanted to tell us, Madam?”

"Halt!" Every knight stopped and turned to the Duke, as did everybody except Tori, who was just watching Lillian and Rowan carefully. "What is the matter, Duke Castaña?" Lady Sabina anxiously asked the serious-looking Duke, who was just staring directly at the drenched knight. The Duke was enamored with the fact that he was just looking at his younger version. Doubts clouded his mind as he remembered a commoner who entranced him at some point in his life. It couldn't be.