Viscount Vs Duke Novels & Stories

"Yes, as I came in, the duchess introduced us, of course." "No, I meant his sister." A flush stained the young Viscount's features, and he gave a quick nod. "Of course, your grace. She was also introduced to me." "And what did you think of her?" Lord Robert Standen, viscount of Hartford hesitated. He did not know how to answer Eastland. If the question had concerned any other young lady, he might have replied in bawdy terms, knowing that Eastland was a man about town. But this concerned his ward and thus incurred a very different set of rules.

“And what exactly are you offering, Viscount?” The Viscount inclined his head respectfully. “I understand the political climate in the capital is... delicate, with rivalries that grow ever more complex. Yet I also see opportunities where others see only fog. The Griffith and Margrave clans are locked in an endless struggle, and I believe there’s room to maneuver—room that could benefit both you and Prince Davion.” Silvia remained composed, weighing his words. “And you think I need someone like you to take advantage of that?” “I merely wish to inform Your Majesty that I possess certain connections that could prove useful,” the Viscount replied, his voice low, almost a whisper. “And I know how

There was a sickening sound of bones cracking as she crumpled to the floor, blood streaming from her nose. "Mama!" I dropped to my knees beside her motionless form. "How touching.” The voice was sharp and dripping with sarcasm. I looked up to see its owner. Lord Edric, Regent of the town after the duke and duchess’ deaths. He was also the present Duke's uncle, the monster that fed on blood. He stepped in with a frown on his face and stared down at Mama and me in disdain. Our eyes met, and his narrowed as he searched my face.

Ryan was instantly silenced, his mouth opening and closing like a fish gasping for air. I looked directly at Marcus, the man I had once thought I loved more than life itself. "Marcus, I came down here not because I can't bear to leave you, but because I wanted to say some things to your face. Things you need to hear." Marcus's eyes filled with desperate hope again. "I, Catherine Blackwood, am a Duke's daughter who was beloved and cherished from the moment I was born. But because I was blind and stupid enough to fall for you, you trampled my dignity into the dirt and let a servant lord over me like I was nothing."

Why would someone want to become a Duke? Dukes were immortal so they lost all of their families. They did not have a pack and could only have territories by assignment. They could not impede on a territory without an invitation. And they could not use much of their monstrous power unless they were under a king. And even if they had a king, they still had to be in servitude. For someone like Jorgsten, the cons outweighed the pros by far. So why would we… The ground shook a bit as dynamite exploded in the distance.

They waited where they were standing until the group approached them. “I am Simon the Duke of Sussex; may I speak to your leader?” Duke Simon’s voice was pleasant to listen to. His smile is alluring, making him more gorgeous and elegant looking. Somehow Dareon felt a few strings of jealousy in his heart. “So this is the Duke of Sussex that the Lycan Princess was supposed to get married with.” He thought while looking at the man fiercely.

"Maybe. But I think I've seen him act differently around Chloe. You think, there could be a change in his feelings?" I asked, I knew Duke was treacherous but I still felt for Chloe's, one sided feelings. I was not willing to give up yet. "No, Valerie. Duke is a made man, a man of honour. He can't waste his time on feelings, that are mere human psychological problems that could inflict the other emotions, which is the last thing I want in my men. I have trained them to be emotionless, to be ruthless. They aren't capable of feelings, no emotion can possess them. Feelings are nothing but a distraction."

the duke said, already agitated. James clasped his hands together, a cruel, sadistic look on his face. "You know how it goes, Sir, a contract is a contract." "If you're so sure this will hold up and The Crimson Mercenaries will stand with you-" "Oh, I am. They've already joined my ranks. Copia has the superior army and weaponry. Do you still think I'm going to lose, Your Grace?" "You're bluffing." Not taking his eyes off of Duke Maine, cool and confident, he picked up his phone and handed it to Duke Maine.

Take her somewhere not here. Duksoms are noble lords who own pieces of land or even castles or fortresses. They swear an oath to a king—to serve and aid him in times of war. 'A concubine? Who says this child is a girl?' Galindra smirked. 'That child is a boy?' Alward largened his eyes, realizing the exaggeration of his reaction, he turned his head away; clearing his throat. 'If that's the case....' The king taps the wooden arm of his throne, carved into a lion's head.

Although, I knew they were nothing compared to his back side, which I hadn't gotten over even up to now. Nate on the other hand wore the same shirt but his was black, with his sleeves folded on both sides, revealing his rippling muscles. His trousers, unlike Richmond's, were deep blue but did not outline his body. Duke was wearing slacks and bare on the chest. Damon on the other hand in a carton colored knicker and a black polo. “Done checking us out?” Duke tilted his head to the side, smiling at me. “You aren't appealing to look at,” I scoffed. “What father is cooking seems to be much better.”