What's Wrong With You Duke Novels & Stories

During the holiday, my husband and I attended a free health screening organized by our local community clinic. The doctors diagnosed me with late-stage lung cancer. But after a follow-up examination, I learned the truth—the hospital had mixed up the test samples. The one who actually had lung cancer was my husband. We had always had a loving marriage, so I rushed home in tears. On the way back, I had already made up my mind to use every cent of my savings to pay for his treatment. But the moment I reached the door, I heard our son's worried voice from inside. "Dad, it's already late-stage cancer. Treatment is just going to be a money pit." I was about to push the door open and tell them

’ He thought hysterically and brushed his hands through his hair in frustration. "Alexa, let me ask you a question: have you ever felt anything for me before? Do you even feel anything towards me? Has this always been a game to you? Tell me!” He snarled, his voice filled with desperation. He looked at Alexa with a piercing gaze as if he wanted to uncover all her secrets. He couldn't help but remember what he had seen in her diary; maybe he was just a challenge she wanted to conquer.

He caught her hand, kissed her knuckles. "We're not James and you," Duke said. "We never will be. You know why?" "Why?" "Because we actually talk. Even when it turns into a fight about mugs." He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "James never fought with you. Never cared enough to fight. I care so much that your mug opinions drive me insane." "That's either romantic or deeply concerning."

Sulking in her chair and tucking the folder back under her tablet on her lap, Hazel said, “You’re usually funny when you’re mean, but not this time.” Rubbing away the sensation from the blow, Sush said, “Maybe the duke’s just here to work, Haze. How about you give him a pass? It’s not like you don’t have other offers. And pull up B-12 for me, please.” Tapping on her keyboard, she complained, “No offers or prospects can beat him.” “You just met him. Yesterday,” Sush noted pointedly. “Exactly! And he’s already ticked all my boxes!”

"Well, it's worst than being in debt. The more you will be close to that man, your barrier will lessen from the truth you are hiding, Belle..." "I know. One year is too long to survive in a lie. Not even a month passed and I am already tired, Melissa." Her tone started breaking emotionally. Both friends stayed silent for some time and then suddenly a thought crossed Melissa's mind. She stood straight in excitement. "Wait, isn't the Duke impotent?"

Duke asked while reading at his newspaper in front me. I faked a laugh. “Yes, I'm fine. Why did you ask?” I asked while putting an apple serum in my pancake. “Hmm, you seems different,” he answered and placed down the newspaper in the table. “Different? How I become different to you? Am I weird now?” Duke glanced at me for almost a minute seems he was observing my expression. He grimaced after that and sipped at his coffee. “Nothing.” “You are overthinking, Duke.” I laughed to hide the tense.

Duke was still so quiet, but he had not shouted at me to leave yet. He walked towards a painting, it resembled a dark haired woman with a pretty smile. "Wow, she looks familiar." I admired. Duke stopped, then turned to look at me. His hair was scattered in a messy style, and his brown eyes lit up in a somewhat intense manner. It was like he had imagined I was annoying and decided to hate me already. “Did I say something wrong?” Why did I even ask? I was still supposed to hate these trio devils!

He nodded his head in my direction, "I can handle a lot, man. Like when you told me you rejected this one. Clearly some shit has changed, but I'm not trying to get into your relationship business. What I need to know, is where the fuck were you and how did you become one of them. Since I'm your best-friend, I'd like to know before the entire motley crew arrives. They've done nothing but ride my ass, especially the other Alpha." Neither one of us knew what to say, but before we had a chance, Duke continued with a remark that made both of us choke. "It's been a long three months." Duke scoffed at the two of us, shaking his head. I then noticed the dark circles around his eyes, the stress and a

David Duke looked bleakly into his cup of hot chocolate, which Blue made, as Trent seemed to be spitting nails and scribbling furiously before standing. “I’m going to nail those fuckers to a wall and throw knives at them,” he turned. “Hito, if you could do a full work up on him. I’ll run a lineage trace.” “There’s no need to,” Duke said softly. “You… know where your family is?” I asked. “The-They…. They’re dead.” Duke let out a shuddering breath. “I-I saw their bodies wh-while they were trying to get us out.”

Whatever they were saying, I figured it was best to go with the flow. He studied my face longer before blinking, “I’m happy for you,” I don’t want you to be happy for me. Not for this. “I have a thing. I need to go” he said and left. “What the hell? I thought you were in love with Edward. Why on earth are you dating Paul?” after all the conversation, Duke finally spoke, clearly bewildered. I sighed, deeply and threw my face in my palms. “I want to cry” “The stage is all yours”