Bloody Duchess Novels & Stories

They both shot up and ran to the courtyard. A maid that Grayson knew was one of Abby’s attendants was standing in the courtyard, bloody and screaming. "She's gone! The Duchess is gone! They took her!" The maid fainted and fell to the ground, along with Grayson’s heart.

Celea was looking around to see every single person in their tribe dead so she anxiously asked the Duke " Father….Where are Nayeli and Carmen ? " "....." There was complete silence between the two ***** Not long after Celea had left for the mountain the Duke received the message that somewhere near the Dukedom the Duchesses body had been found lifeless, the Duke went there right away just to find his wife dead and then he saw it. Smoke. From afar coming from the duchy and that's when he realized. A trap. The Paşa jumped on his horse but not before telling his companion to stay behind with the Duchess. He was now riding back towards the mansion with an incredible speed

It already happened in the past, on the guillotine, my head was offered. Judith, who uses her beauty and charm to destroy an Assyrian general and save Israel from oppression. Thinking about it, seduction was her best way of taking revenge to that asshole. "Your Highness." I slightly turn my head on my back seeing Duke Richmond walking closely towards my direction. "I see, you've quite taken a like with that painting your Highness," he said while looking at the wall sized painting. I chuckled. "You know my type Duke." "Bloodshed of course," he answered.

I was calm, even after she looked up and our eyes met each other. Sweats were dropping from her head and face was retorting in some kind of serious pain. Everything sank on me.. That's right. That's why Duke wasn't wounded after he got shot because he has a strong healing as the Lycan King! Compared to us, rogue, that can take five days before we completely heal. How can I forget about that? I got so used to how things are happening to the rogues that I forgot what Duke is! And Valerie... She's having a hard time right now because she has probably taken a serious and really dangerous poison. Something that her body can't heal right away, unlike the previous poisons she had an encounter with

She pouts, crossing her arms over her chest. “Yes, though I hope Paul’s bite will be different.” "That is, without a doubt, not the worst way to die. But are you sure you trust that old hag? All that Dacian Draco nonsense?" I sigh heavily. “That old hag is the oldest gypsy witch I could find. Her powers of foresight are legit. And Paul is the only one who fits that pattern, all of my findings point toward him.” “From what I can see, you two are starting an S&M relationship.”

the irritation was obvious in those purple eyes that sparkled with it, eyes that seemed to want to destroy everything around them. 'A bankrupt duchess' came quickly to the little dragon's mind. Did she really think it would be like this? That a better proposal could not come? It was enough just to look at her title and then at his title. There was no comparison. "They will see...I will finish every one of them off, one by one!" threatened the wind in front of him, which made the little dragon laugh. "How will you finish them off? By clubbing them on the knees? Throw your dentures in their faces?" he scoffed, even though he knew she wouldn't hear.

Letitia asked shielding her maid from the scary man's view. "I believe he would tell you himself. We should leave now if we want to enter Kerstone early." He replied instead and turned around walking ahead. "He's the Duke of Kerstone." Constance mumbled to Letitia's hearing and Mateo stopped abruptly. He sighed before he turned around to a place faced Letitia and a red faced Constance. "My lady?" He called. Letitia gulped harshly. The Duke of Kerstone? Then she was dead! "My lady?" Mateo called shaking her a little and she gasped looking up at him.

"Every time he sees me, he just tries to send me away. Maybe I'm not his type." The Duke, clad only in a pair of breeches, arched a brow. He seemed to be unfazed by her beauty. "Does he have a type?" "Most of the time, yes, petite, golden blonde, blue eyes... nothing out of the world." "Ugh," she scoffed, taming her raven-black hair with her fingertips. She was a stunning, full-figured woman with dark hair. Was she the Duke's type? If he preferred tall, curvy brunettes with caramel skin and brown eyes, then I clearly didn't fit the mold, not even one bit.

Annoyed by what was said, Duke Kensington raised his eyebrows at Lady Sophia and said, "I will personally tend to her. No one is allowed in here until I say so. That includes you, Lady Sophia. And she is my wife, which means she is now the Duchess of Kensington. Don't forget that when you address her in the future. Now, you may leave." Lady Sophia was stunned for a moment before she regained her composure. "Very well, Your Grace. My apologies." With that she bowed and left the main chambers. Once she left the compound, Lady Sophia's calm demeanour changed into a violent one. She gritted her teeth and let out a loud angry groan, hoping no one would hear her. 'Bitch!! Slut!! Whore!! Who the he

The thin blade cut through arteries and muscles, eliciting a nice slosh sound as I turned it inside the gaping hole. Another scream echoed throughout the dungeon. I watched him with a bored expression as he cried out in pain, and then yanked the blade. Blood poured from the wound, and I eyed it like a masterpiece it was. The man came for breath, panted, and rasped, and I just stared back. “I’ll ask again… Who put the bounty on the archduchess?” The only response I got was rapid breathing and whizz as he inhaled through the snot and saliva.