Novel & Cerita Viscount Vs Duke

“Ted Lux?” I nodded, and the duke hesitantly asked, “Can I ask why you like him?” Because he can beat up Elio! Haha! “I met him last time I was at the training ground, and he seems like a nice person!” And he's quite handsome. The duke frowned disapprovingly: “He is the future Viscount Lux, and I still hope that you can choose knights who are exclusive to the duke's mansion as much as possible, for safety's sake.”

His family is not just a top-tier family but one of the three major families in East Highland Park! Duke is known by everyone for his strength and power! With his fists alone, he had already crushed the heads of countless people. But luckily Charles had this same Duke that is feared and respected by all ask him what he wants him to do for him after he saved his life. Charles could have chosen millions, billions, or trillions, a villa, cars, designer clothes and shoes, a company! He could have chosen anything at all but recalling that Duke was a high combat expert, he asked for one thing, which was that he acts as his subordinate for one day and help him kill a young man that embarrassed him

She found the coat around her shoulders warmer than her drapes, even his voice that seemed familiar brought warmth in her heart. She raised her head and saw a handsome man, almost the same skin color as her, with ink black hair standing next to her. 'Who might he be? His voice was so familiar to my ears. Especially those red eyes ...' "Insolence! How could a brat like you tell us what to do?! Tessa! Call all the knights and throw this bastard out of the gates!" The Duke yelled angrily. No one dared to talk back to him like this before. Why? Simply because he was the Duke of Florentine duchy who was next in rank to the imperial family.

If he wasn’t good at what he does and a genuine good guy (as much as it’s possible to be in our world), I wouldn’t imagine Karma and Duchess would respect him as much as they do. Despite being covered in the blood of a couple scumbags and the beer in my hand, I couldn’t forget what Karma said. Duke. I kinda liked it. But… Would I be the Duke to Alex’s Duchess? What would that even mean for our two clubs? The Valkyrie and the Henchmen are different. In the Henchmen, none of the partners are involved in club business.

A blue haired man whom Dmitri does not recognize is also there and sitting beside him is… “I am the Crown Prince, Ivan Visserion,” Ivan boasts in a haughty manner. He stands in front of Dmitri who is a foot taller than him. Ivan expects the Duke to bow in front of him but to his shock, Dmitri merely nods. “Pleasure to meet you, Crown Prince Ivan,” he states. Ivan’s face contorts in anger. “You are a Duke and by custom, you should bow in front of me because I am a Crown Prince and higher than you in rank!” Ivan spats.

"Well, yes. That's for a human's perspective. But for us-a noble or a mythical creature as what human history says-it's natural. We can live for millennia and tens and hundreds of it, not aging. We can even enter eternal slumber if we want to. "But that's not always the case. Sometimes, one can enter a force eternal sleep if they committed a crime that is too grave beyond comprehension and the risk being known to the world is high or they took offense to the humankind that we're supposed to take care." -Cassielle Elise D. Dairen, the daughter of the duke, Clyde Estreno D. Dairen. The unknown duchess.

Mandy tilted her head to one side, looking uncertain for a moment. “Don't you know that everyone called him a ‘rake' for a reason? He is the heir of a Duke title. He is an Earl now and his father is a Marquess because his grandfather still holds the Duke title but still, everyone knows sooner or later it will be passed on.” “I am aware of that but I am not sure I understand what you mean. What does his title have anything to do with the warning you mentioned earlier?”

“Contracts are not supposed to be summarized. We nearly went bankrupt last week. As a head, you should review the terms, one by one.” The staffs bowed their heads to the Duke of Morelli. Cassey stood up to acknowledge his presence. “This humble lady greets the Duke of Morelli a pleasant and prosperous day.” The Duke of Morelli grinned widely. “Prosperous! You sure have a mindful mouth, Lady Timmerhaus. What do you think about inheriting the dukedom of Timmerhaus?” Ashanti gasped and corrected the duke of Morelli. “Pardon me, Duke of Morelli. The Timmerhaus is just a humble lineage of Count Doroa Timmerhaus. We cannot compare to the glory of the house of Morelli.”

They just strengthened her resolve and survival instinct. ‘I love you, habibi,’ she said, voice thick with emotion. ‘We love you too, love. So very fucking much.’ “What is your rank?” she asked him. “Imperial Duke,” he stated proudly. I was trying to remember how a monarchy worked. Thankfully, my lovely mate laid it out for me. Dukes were above Marquess but below Archduke. Their station was higher up, which explained why his aura had been so strong. She asked him how he became named Imperial Duke. His answer left her fighting for control of herself so that she would not just end him.

And as Viscount Ferguson braved the room, the rest suddenly had so much to say, chiming in. Duke Chapman took the opportunity to respond, "Gentlemen, surely we have more pressing matters to discuss." Duke Chapman was convinced he was a shoo-in for one of the elder positions. After all, he was a werewolf. If history was proof of anything, he would say he was indeed a sure thing as one of the werewolves in the council and a Duke. Only an Elder was higher in rank. "I would say the stability of the kingdom is also of the utmost importance." The Daimph, Viscount Brishon Calder, spoke, known for his tremendous healing abilities and for running the health care system.