Novel & Cerita Viscount Vs Duke

Here we go… Once our plates are loaded, I follow Enzi to his table, ignoring the stunned looks of the pack members present this morning. Veronica wraps me in another hug. "Good morning, Alyssa. How did you sleep?" the Duke asks as I take a seat. "Good, thank you.." I leave my sentence hanging as I realize I'm still not sure what I am supposed to call him. In my head, I've been referring to him as simply the Duke. "Adrian Castillo, Duke of Castillion. Call me Adrian," he smiles, and I hear almost every female in the room sigh. With his classic dashing looks and fancy title, he's definitely swoon-worthy.

“It’s not difficult to find his photo on the official website. He’s extremely handsome, a man desired by women not only in the region but in the whole country. He also possesses power, status, wealth, and, more importantly, he has his own dukedom...” With every word of praise, Abel’s expression grew more serious. He had heard of Duke Charles Cavendish. When Abel was expanding his business abroad in his younger years, he and Charles had crossed paths a few times. Objectively speaking, he was an outstanding individual and a respected senior. Abel had never thought of comparing himself to Charles. Moreover... “Why does your significant other have to be superior to him?”

Especially not after reading everything that had turned up in the internet search she’d done the night before as soon as she’d got home. Cedric Blackwood, the Seventh Duke of Springbrook, appeared to be a notorious playboy, and had the reputation to prove it. Which, honestly, did not surprise her. That he was also the head of a worldwide, high-risk venture-capital firm did. She knew next to nothing about playboys, but had always assumed that they cared more about parties than they did about business, though it seemed that the Duke of Springbrook was an exception. Then again, given his behaviour the night before and what she knew about him now, that shouldn’t be a surprise either. He was clea

“Earl is not the same as Duke. They are two completely different people!” Catherine yelled in a low voice, “Before you knew Earl, he had already been with countless women. His female companion changed everyday, and they are never the same. He’s treating you well because he finds you fresh. When the novelty wears off, you will be abandoned by him, like me.”

He could be a fraud for all he knew. But his clothes... They seemed of the best quality of silk... Or maybe not. "The Duke of Kerstone." Rowan said with a smirk. Immediately, Farrell's shoulders dropped and his chest retracted almost immediately. The... The what now? The Duke of Kerstone?! "And how do I know you're not lying and impersonating him?" "You're a wise man." Rowan complimented and without waiting for a reaction, he turned to Mateo who immediately bowed understanding what he meant.

Cale Blanche arrogantly greeted Arthur without even bowing in front of him. Beatrice flinched at the cold voice of his father while Arthur smirked at Cale. "Hello, Duke Blanche or should I call you father?" Arthur jokingly said while Charles side-eyed Arthur, scared that he would openly taunt the Duke. Cale was taken aback at the tone of the Grand Duke. It was obvious enough that he was not in a good mood but he insisted on greeting him. "Thank you for agreeing with this marriage" Duke Cale spoke again and the Grand Duke's mood worsened.

she answered. It took a few seconds before the Prince responded. “If that was what you think, I did not have any reasons to object to it,” the Prince said. “Your answer lacked details,” Duke stated. My ears tingled by what the Duke had expressed. I forced myself to smile and look innocent, though I wanted to smack him. Frederick Ivrea, one of those people you do not want to mess with. A valiant warrior--- a perfect description for the Duke of Athenesy. Exterminator of corrupt officials, pirates, and any person who attempts to overthrow the Empire.

The Duke was a big deal in Italy, forty-eight years old but looking not a day over thirty-nine, thanks to some serious self-care. Duke Wilson had a wife who hailed from one of Italy's most distinguished families, and they had a teenage son who was turning nineteen. Helma took a peek at the young master's photo on her phone—he was drop-dead gorgeous. In Italy, a Duke's title was a legacy passed down through generations, and this guy was no exception to the rule of prestige. She scrolled through the group chat, where Morgan and Heartless Rogue were still at each other's throats. Tisha: [Emerald Crab, why are you digging into the Duke's info? You facing any trouble over there?]

Not only was Abby confused, but Molly was too. Not confused, but mostly curious. Molly had accidentally heard they called their titles several times when she wasn't in the room, but she didn't really know who they were. Now that she had met the Old Duke and Duchess, everything was confirmed. Her master was the Duke and Duchess of Almandine. "No, no. This is not right, Viscount. I am indeed a Duke, but if such accusations are directed at me, I must also try and prove my innocence," Liam said while shaking his head slowly.

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.