What's Wrong With You Duke Novels & Stories

“I cannot take this anymore, Carla. Get off this video, please.” Carla did as he asked and placed the phone beside her on the bed. “I will not let this girl ruin my career.” Duke fumed. “She cannot just destroy everything I stand for.” “You need to calm down.” “She is ruining my public image.” He snapped. Carla placed a palm gently on his chest, trying to calm him down. He took a deep breath and released it.

Duke is in shock, his mouth is open, and he's just looking at me because of what I just said. "Are you ok?" I ask, trying to snap him out of it. "Yep, just splendid. Why?" Duke says, still in a trance. "Well, you're staring at me like I am crazy," I said. "Oh no. I just got a mind-link from my friends, Guy, and the rest of the gang. They said that the loverboy himself is heading towards the mall to watch a movie as well, and he is lip-locked with Vanessa. Sorry, honey, it will get better, trust me. Sage has feelings for you, and he just doesn't know how to show them. Anyway, are you hungry? I'm starving. How about sushi? Do you like that?" Duke says. Shocking me and changing subjects at the

Lᴜsᴛ (ɴᴏᴜɴ) Vᴇʀʏ sᴛʀᴏɴɢ sᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴅᴇsɪʀᴇ ꧁꧂ Time passed by really quicky… In a week it was going to be the coronation ceremony, in which Luciano is going to become the next king legally. Elijah and Angel got much closer to each other, in these few months, but Angel always felt weird whenever he was around. There was something wrong with his aura. Maybe it’s the way his deep orbs stares at her, intensely, as if he was digging a hole inside of her? She always pondered if there was something wrong with her, maybe that’s why he would look at her for such long time.

Duke blurted out, looking down at his bruised hands. Jada arched an eyebrow, her expression turning more serious. "Sue my uncle for assault?" she repeated. "Duke, you were the one spreading false rumors and insulting my character. You instigated the altercation by making derogatory remarks. My uncle reacted to your provocations. It's not assault; it's self-defense." "Self What?" Duke mumbled, meeting her calm eyes with a look of confusion.

“ He's full of resentment. I'm damn sure he resents her, so much. That hypocrite bastard. He would not touch her. Not when he believes she chose me." His lips curved deeper into a smirk, and slowly, his eyes flicked to Conrad who was looking confused and lost. ********* “ Maybe they're not trying to compensate you, maybe they truly feel guilty about all they did and are worried about you, wanting you to have someone by your side. Cause damn, I was also worried you're gonna die single.” Desmond, his best friend and business partner said, chuckling with the hope to lighten the mood. But the other end of the call was dead and cold, no reaction or response.

That was not cowardice. That was a family that had decided they wanted out of the alliance and had found a way to exit that left their hands clean. No breach of agreement on their part. No direct refusal. Simply an absent daughter and an apologetic father and the chaos of a scrambled identification in a crowded gallery, which was Bastien's problem and not theirs.

My best friend and I. A witch and a Fae from Whisperwood. I have the blood of a Seer. My three rune bones can see a kingdom's rise and fall. She's a gold-touched Fae. Born to attract wealth. One roll of the dice in a goblin casino, and she'd empty their vault. When we were eighteen, we found a disgraced Grand Duke in the capital's slums. His stepmother had thrown him out. We saved him. She amassed his gold. I spun his fate. We helped him claw his way back to the capital. He took back his land. His scepter. The first thing he did? He asked my best friend to marry him. They had a son. A gifted heir. I grew tired of the noble squabbles. I went back to my hidden cottage in the woods. Ten years l

--- Seraphina's POV "Your Highness, more news from the capital." My head housekeeper delivered the report in my sun-drenched seaside villa. "Duke Alistair and his son are dead. They say it was the backlash from a dark ritual." I sat in a white wicker chair, the sea breeze soft on my face. My cheeks were rosy. My body was healthy. It was as if I had never been sick at all. When my heart had stopped, I thought I would go straight to heaven.

In the photo, I was wearing an ordinary black coat, standing in front of a glass display case with a calm expression that could even be called relaxed. Without them, I truly seemed to be living better than before. Damien stared at the photograph for a long time without speaking. Only after Luca softly called for him did he finally answer in a hoarse voice. “Book the tickets. “This time, whether she wants to see us or not, we still have to personally say we’re sorry.”

“How about a little kiss for your oldest friend?” My stomach twisted into a knot. A wave of nausea hit me. Were they together? Was I just a third wheel in some twisted game? I felt like a total idiot for not seeing it sooner. “Stop the drama. Fix your shirt,” Jeremiah snapped. I heard the rustle of fabric and the sound of buttons being forced through holes. “There. I am all covered up just for you,” Duke said. “Are you happy now?” Finally, Jeremiah took his hand away. I blinked, trying to get my eyes to focus. Duke was standing there with his shirt mostly closed, a look of pure mischief on his face. He saw the blush on my cheeks and seemed to enjoy it.