Bloody Duchess Novels & Stories

I could feel the warmth of his body higher than usual. “I am a demon who lives by desire and greed, you have yielded with the contract that you have exchanged with your life?” “Then what do you want?” “I want the whole of you Veta Le Blanchet, not just your blood, heart and soul, it is the whole of you.” Theroux Claude, the third prince of the kingdom. “Lady Le Blanchet, just how can you stand this demon duke? If you ever get tired of him, you are always welcome to my palace.”

The Duke asked softly. She blinked and saw a vivid picture. Eric's warm bloodied body on the cold ground, his quiet, still face, a wet patch on his shirt from her tears. Her breath caught. Would she ever forget? "He bled out on the top of the hill at Westside Manor." She almost cried. With a sniff, she added. "It was my birthday."

Her eyes shamelessly travelled down his body. It was not just about his height or wideness of shoulders but the way he carried himself in that all dark suit. He is the perfect example of a 'man in black' Only the white shirt underneath, makes the difference. As much as he was devilishly gorgeous, the word 'evil' didn't leave his appearance. Making Chloe realise that 'The torturous duke' did not attach to his profile only as a rumour...

But just then a knock came on the door, mercifully catching the Duke’s attention, and as he turned and moved to open it Anna felt as if she’d earned a reprieve of some kind. A member of staff came in carrying a tray in one hand and a bottle in the other. He deposited the tray on the coffee table by the couch, put the bottle beside it, then left. The tray contained a selection of cheeses and crackers, two long-stemmed glasses, and a steaming cup of tea. The Duke moved over to the tray and picked up the tea. “There is champagne, of course, but I thought you might prefer something a little more calming.” He carried it over to the small table that stood next to the armchair closest to the firepl

A voice—cool as glacier wine—cut through the velvet noise. “Enjoying the illusion, dear?” We turned. Standing a few feet away in a dress that looked like it had been sewn from crushed emeralds and other people’s misery was Duchess Gloria Wintermellon. Yes, Wintermellon. No, I couldn’t say it with a straight face either, but this woman looked like she hadn’t smiled since the last solar eclipse. Sharp cheekbones. A fan made of peacock feathers. A smile dipped in venom. She didn’t even look at me when she said, “Lady MacMayer, I suggest you remove your hand from the Duke. It’s rather unbecoming to cling to a man who is already promised.”

When she reached the line that named the patient, her heart stopped. Duchess Evelyn Fleming. She sat back, blood draining from her face. A memory flashed in her mind, the cold marble floors of the palace, the cutting glances of the duchess, and Cedric's emotionless stare as he handed her the morning-after pill. Fate, it seemed, was a cruel puppeteer.

" I love you, Ellie, I don't give a toss what anyone thinks, least of all Tom and if he gives you any grief I shall bounce him off the walls." Ellie looked up at him, she knew he was at least eight inches taller than Tom. "I shall look forward to watching that." Jasper narrowed his eyes "Oh you vicious girl. A duchess is supposed to be full of grace." he said his hand going to her breast and gently pinching her nipple and grinned even more as she squirmed and whimpered into him. "I think you like that," he murmured into her ear as he carried on thrumming at her.

She hadn't heard anyone approach. In the doorway stood the most bizarre creature she had ever seen. The woman was human from the waist up apart from some horns that curled up from her brow, a tea tray balanced on top of them. From the waist down, the woman had the legs of a deer, complete with hooves. In her arms she carried a bundle of clothes. So this must be Clio. "Your Majesty, the clothes you asked for and I bought some tea for you." Her little hooves clopped across the floor and she set the clothes on the edge of the bed, before taking the tea tray off her head and setting it onto a desk a few feet away.

The sickening sound of shattering bone echoed as a pool of blood began to spread. Her eyes remained open. For a fleeting second, she saw Damian’s distorted, panicked face looking down at her broken form. The screams of the maids filled the night air. The starless, black sky stood as the only witness to the tragedy of the Duchess of Leventis. - "Selene!"

“Are you sure this is your choice duchess? This would cause a burden to the Xaviera’s. I could hang you with a felony. Surrender now, Duchess. Your duke is not here. You are powerless.” She continued slinging her sword at him and he kept on dodging it. The prince then slipped and she had taken advantage of the situation. With a final blow, she managed to kick away his sword and the prince fell on the floor. She pointed her sword at him and smirked, “So? Do you need enough reason to prove that I won now? The prince spat on the ground and hissed, “This is treason against the empire.” “Hell if I care.” To her peripheral vision, she could see Ven gaining advantage too as the knights were surrend