Bloody Duchess Novels & Stories

his eyes looked sad, but I knew deceit lived there. “I hope you die today,” I whispered under my breath, I heard footsteps approaching me, I turned and it was the duchess, at the corner I saw Mateo struggling with the crocodile as he held it down with his knees. “I apologize on Ennie’s behalf, she’s usually a sweet girl, I think she’s off her meds today” The duchess managed a weak laugh, she saw no one laughed back and she stopped, “Come on dear, let me take you to get changed,” she said, gesturing for me to follow.

My sister and I were both reborn on the very day the marriage pacts were to be chosen. In our previous life, she was the one who married Adrian, the Black-Armored Duke whose reputation for cold brutality struck fear into all. She endured his indifference until she was cast out and sent back to the Vere family in disgrace. I married Lucian, the White Knight, gentle and gracious as carved jade. I wore the Duchess's coronet and became the envy of all. She was consumed by jealousy, convinced I had stolen her true love. So she killed me. And so, this time around, she rushed ahead of everyone else, personally tying the white stag ribbon that represented Lucian, shoving the Black Wolf that everyone

“Oh, please, Inez. Jaxon will never find out and if he does then what is the worst-case scenario anyway. He will probably divorce me and then I will be free to marry William.” He listened to her laughing and whoever she was talking to must have said something because the next thing he heard was his wife saying, “Trust me, William will divorce that insufferable bitch who never knows her place. I swear you have no idea how much I want to drag her by the hair and dump her to the nearest trash can if it were not for Jax.” Paris giggled again. “Plus, Paris Windsor, Duchess of Ashbourne sounds great, isn’t it? Fine, Countess of Stilton for now but not for long. Once his dad and his grandfather exp

"It will be over quickly. She nods towards a maid who walks to me and pulls me by the hand. She lies me on the cushion and asks me to part my legs. Blood runs up my neck and my pulse quickens. I've never been this exposed to a stranger. She spreads the hot molten all over my female part making sure to cover everything, I suppress the yelp and grab a fistful of cushion as I flinch in pain. She goes the same to the crack of my buttocks and I find it hard to meet her gaze afterwards. "It's time for the bath," the Duchess says and three maids begin to fill the ceramic tub with water from the drum. The plump maid helps me into the tub and the water isn't icy cold like I expected but very warm. I

Not at the bodies or the copious amount of blood around me. They were staring at me. Dylan's chest rose and fell. His mouth opened, closed, opened again before the words tore out: "Alpha… what the fuck—what the fuck was that?" Nobody moved. Nobody made a single sound. I turned on them slowly, smoke still curling from my claws, my fangs still bared. My voice came out deeper, rougher, like it belonged to someone else: "They touched her." Dylan flinched at the sound.

I had this urgency in my voice. They both exchanged looks before looking the other way, and then they lent their mouths to me, "It's the Witch who had been burned in a town not so far from here. The vengeance in her blood has been getting stronger since the past three months. Many outsiders were murdered brutally and townsfolk told that it must be her." "What?" I was shocked but I kept my calm.

He rebuked when he sniffed the paper. “Duchess Calliope, woman fluent in eight languages and comes from a noble house situated in the hills of Milena. Her family is notorious for possessing a numerous army. One who may speak to her, agrees to be charmed by her…” He opened the third one. “Lady Diene…” “Baroness Itzel…” “Princess Arlet…” "Lady Seline..." “Duchess Katrina…” He read her seven letters and finally turned to her with a baffled expression on his face.

The sound of the unknown weapon the Duchess used, however, which had previously caused my ears to bleed, was overshadowed by silence after that. "M-Master, I-I have indeed failed to do my work. Please, e-excuse me this time, please!” "After not claiming that medication? You haven't even tried to make that auction work in our favor, therefore it's already your last chance to win! Do you understand!” The Duchess screams indignantly. “H-His highness, the crown prince, however, had purchased the medication that was sold at auction two days prior. When the representative man seized the box of Millian, I-I spotted an imperial emblem!”

Damien withdrew his sword from the sheath on his back and slowly strode into battle. As the first man approached him, the enemy swung his sword at Damien. He ducked as the sword sliced above Damien's head and he plunged his blade deep into his foe's chest. As the man's blood rolled down his sword, Damien looked into the face of his enemy while he gasped for air that would never reach his lungs. While the spark of life left the invaders eyes, Damien ripped his blade away and threw the man to the ground then stepped over him as he went in search of his next victim.

He was still angry, she could see that, and Adeline hesitated before asking cautiously, "Is she...all right?" "If you mean have I given her the beating she so richly deserves, then no. But if you mean, have I hurt her, it's almost impossible for a virgin not to experience some pain in the first time," he said so bluntly the duchess coloured like a schoolgirl before she recovered her composure. "Yes," she said stiffly, hoping to shock him into realizing how cruel he sounded, "we all heard her scream after you took her upstairs."