The Marquis Eldest Son's Lascivious Novels & Stories

Grayson huffed as he turned his attention toward the unmistakable voice coming from the television. "The reigning family of Estrea is an embarrassment, I tell you! It's time for new leadership!" Marcus's grainy voce bellowed through the speakers. "Grayson, the Crown Prince, has not yet married. He's a playboy and will probably never settle down! He's had a very public string of unsuitable women...." His voice droned on to the point that Grayson could take no more and turned off the set, vowing to deal with his cousin tomorrow. Whether or not Marcus realized it, what he was speaking of was treason. And if he kept it up, Grayson would have him arrested and treated like the traitor that he is.

my father asked. "Mr. Williams, can you go now? I'll reach out to you," Lorenzo said tightly, his voice was taut, but he still holding that calm command. I heard my father's footsteps retreat, and then the door slammed shut. I didn't stop, instead I sucked him deeper and rougher. Wet and messy. My spit coated him, dripping down as I pumped my mouth up and down his length. "Why are you so fucking naughty, Sienna?" he groaned, gripping a fistful of my hair as he matched my rhythm.

And until now, it was good for me, like this. ''Dad always said That I could marry whatever who me, that I wasn't going to force myself to follow tradition. I say to my father. I reminded him of the promise he made to me when I was ten. ''Mark, you had a life to get a wife! And you all the time just wanted to have fun. Enough is enough! And don't try to pass me, I'll know if you try to bring an into prostitute to this house. You've got three months! If you don't get a wife, you'll lose your place as Bastille boss to your cousin. And, it's my final word,'' he says and climbs the stairs without giving me time to argue anything else.

He was disgusted with this useless son who only knew how to draw, but because of the complicated relationships in the aristocracy, he was forced to force this son to do as he pleased. He just wished that his son Marco was like his brother Jason, who was both tactful and well-spoken, good at politics and able to build relationships with other nobles. As for Marco, except for drawing pages and wandering the streets, he was of no use. "Marco, this is Marrila, lady of the Lorenzo family. Marrila, this is Marco, my youngest son." Marrila is a haughty and beautiful blonde, she slightly extended her hand and greeted Marco.

the Earl’s pleased smirk appeared, “It is a big difference to those men you have chosen since they were forced to become a guinea pig.” “Huh, now I am curious as to why the eldest son of Alfon volunteered himself, ” the conjurer expressed, whilst watching a passing Rogratiatto family car out of the window. “Hmf, the power of love and lust Monsieur Perrin, ” the Earl remarked with a sure voice, “Le pouvoir de l’amour et surtout, la luxure.” (“The power of love and most especially, lust.“) The conjurer’s eyes went wide. “Are you saying that André—?”

Lucy replied sarcastically. " It's not funny, Lucy! " Charlotte replied whilst gritting her teeth in Anger. They were all aware that the Two sons of Mr. Tristan are not the ones that any woman would dream to get married to, though they were rich and handsome they were not suitable why because the first son was a jerk and a ruthless Playboy who changed girlfriends like Shoes, he was also very rude and vulgar, he doesn't even respect women and only treated them as playthings, once she slapped a female Reporter in public just because she accused him of being a Playboy.

Helios’s betrayal ran deep within my bones. He was the least I had expected to abandon me ruthlessly like that, when he knew how much I suffered within the Lancaster family. My father, Earl Lancaster had suddenly revealed that I was to wed a marquess against my will. The marquess wasn’t just any Marquess. Marquess Powell. A well-known marquess known for his extreme wealth in the Southern capital of the werewolf kingdom and also his lecherous nature.

she said enthusiastically, gesturing towards them. “Everyone, this is Larissa Aurélie. You probably haven’t met her but she’s the daughter of Marquess Farsuleia.” Augusta introduced me, her hands all over the place. “I never knew the Marquess had a daughter.” One of the ladies promptly said. “She’s probably an illegitimate child of his” whispered one of the women, hiding behind her fan as she leaned closer to the others. “That's why she's been kept away, to avoid any scandals that can ruin their reputation.”

Hearing that caused her eye to widen slightly because they recognized both of them as the characters in the novel. The two of them were the villains in the novel, and just looking at them right now was able to make her want to pity them. Although the novels did not go into deep lengths when it came to describing the past of the siblings, she knew that it was gruesome. The Marquis wasn't a sane person by any means, and he was a cunning fox. He kidnapped the children's mother and forcefully married her to keep her by his side. Since she was of lower status, this problem wasn't considered much in this world, but Seraphine found herself feeling sick at the thought of it.

What is he doing here? “Your Highness, an honor to meet you,” he greeted me first, perfectly executing a gentleman’s bow as he asked for my hand. I raised my hand to receive his palm before it was rudely slapped away by the man on my right. The gentleman merely chuckles. “I am Marquis Johanssen of the House of Men.” My eyes widened a fraction. A werewolf in the House of Men? And a Marquis, at that? How is it possible? “Pardon? But I just saw your wolf—”