Viscount Vs Duke Novels & Stories

“She doesn’t know what kind of war she’s standing in.” “You underestimate her.” “Do I?” He smirks. “You know her better than most. Tell me, what does she crave more — his love, or his crown?” I lean back, pretending not to care. “Why should that matter to you?” “Because whichever she chooses determines how I take Whitecliff.” The air between us stills. He’s bold — too bold — but that’s Duke. He never hides the monster; he just teaches it manners. “And where do I fit in this invasion?” I ask.

Lady Melissa crouched down and hugged William back. "Mother, you look so beautiful today. And look, we both wear matching colours! How great is that? We're definitely meant to be with each other." Lord William's honeyed words subconsciously made Duke Kensington flinched. He looked over at his son and realized that the young lad was indeed wearing a dark green jacket today. How astonishing! His eyes wondered to his own black jacket and regretted not making one in a dark green shade. For a second, Duke Kensington was surprised at himself. Is he competing with his own son over Lady Melissa? Why would he care about this useless things? Before he could analyse his thoughts further, a shout jolted

She wasn’t supposed to be anyone’s pawn. The Duke’s voice cut through the tension. “Let her go, Isabella,” he growled, his tone laced with menace. He stood tall, despite the blood dripping from his lip, his posture exuding authority. Isabella didn’t even flinch. “You’ve lost, Duke,” she said, her voice dripping with disdain. “Your empire is crumbling, and there’s nothing you can do to stop it.” Victoria’s mind raced. This is it. The Duke’s empire was on the brink of destruction, and now, it seemed like Isabella was the one to bring it all crashing down.

Bob and Alex stood there breathless; both looking as though they had just seen a ghost. Marlon looked amongst his boys with a questioning gaze. “Father,” Alex began. “We were in town, and we got word that the Duke of North-Valley is making his way to the kingdom. He will be here within sundown tomorrow.” Marlon slammed his fists down, hard on the desk. The Duke of North-Valley was anything but a friend to Marlon. He’s been wanting Marlon’s ranking for a long time and wasn’t going to stop at anything until he got it. He was also good friends with the king and Marlon feared he had something cooking up his sleeve.

The old mistress puckered her brows and wanted to assure if she had heard things right. “I heard the old master called him Duke of… Hmnn, what was it again?” Lili scrunched her brows and thought for a moment. “…Duke of Avalon. Yes, that’s it. The old master called him Duke of Avalon. It seemed like he wasn’t from Antacast and was some foreign nobility. The old master told me that he was some dangerous man. Do you know anything about him, old mistress?”

Did he want to catch us in an act of intimacy or something? "You don't look happy, do you want me to send Missy here then?" He asked as I quickly shook my head. I was in shock over his suggestion, also the fact that Ducan was a general who had no human slave. Is that why he said he was already rich?. That explained why he had a secret place that no one knew of and how he would walk into the dungeon or the palace freely. "Then it's settled, you will be in his care." He said then sat upright and moved to the edge.

“Nice to meet you, Duchess Ariana. I am Duke Morgan, representing the Orvel Kingdom to discuss with His Majesty King Emilio. To be escorted by the great hero family of the Sigmund Kingdom, I cannot help but feel honored.” Ariana secretly clenched her fists when she heard the man's sarcastic tone. The man must have known that his grandfather died at their hands, and wanted to boast of that achievement in front of Ariana. However, Ariana remembered that she and her soldiers had also killed a lot of the Orvel Kingdom Army. She couldn't be angry because that's just how war is. “I'm just doing what I need to do, Duke Morgan. Hero family or not, I'm just trying to carry out the orders of His Majes

"Right away, Ms. Valerie." Twenty minutes later, six men stood before her, each one handsome in his own right. They lined up like soldiers awaiting inspection, eager to be chosen by the Duchess. They'd all heard rumors that she paid handsomely and was incredible company. Who wouldn't want to spend an evening with her? Valerie sipped her champagne slowly, studying each man. One was too muscular. Another had eyes that reminded her of her late husband. A third kept glancing at his watch, none of them suited her taste.

“In appearance. Ethan and Constantine are half-brothers.” “The duke? Duke Firebury?” I glanced at Vicky. “You know Ethan?” “Sort of. I must admit Duke Firebury is handsome indeed.” I was beaming to hear that. “I’m glad to hear that.” Then I giggled. “I wonder if it’s only me who thinks he’s handsome.” Vicky smiled. She looked breathtakingly beautiful. “I’m glad to see those who fall in love with their partners.” “How do you know?” “You look different when you talk about the duke.”

" he said, adding one of his pantie dropping smiles in the bargain. Ellie knew she was going to regret this, but having thought about it, she had very little money left; and unless she wanted to spend the night in a doorway, she had nowhere to go as Marsha's sister was coming home that afternoon. "Alright, we can start again, and give it one month's trial. I'm Eleanor Fox." She said, holding her hand out timidly. "Jasper Neyve, eleventh Duke of Shettleham. I would very much prefer it if you called me Jasper. We can save the formalities for senior royals. Oh and foreigners – they seem to love it too, and the last person to call me sir was a schoolboy copper trying to book me for speeding." He