Desperate Duchesses Series Novels & Stories

I shook my head in blatant defeat. “Oh, please! Don’t start with these blackmails, I never asked for your virginity anyway. Grow up, and get over with this blackmail!” Anthony interjected rudely, trying hard to justify his infidelity. “Oh no, this can’t be happening to me. Where do I begin, Anthony? Where?” “You can at least start with fixing your face. You pay zero attention to your body and you call yourself the wife of Anthony Brandon! No way baby girl, it doesn’t work that way!” Ashley’s voice rang off from the car, her voice laced with mockery and superiority.

In fact they were standing still, as if awaiting the end of the conversation. The duchess snorted, “What nonsense! Eridanus was planning a revolution from the very beginning. And you, bitch, were on his side. You should have been strangled in infancy, like Ger said!” “But...” I found nothing to answer. I choked with my own breath. “But, but...” she mocked me and then bellowed, turning to her guardians, “Why are you standing there? Go on! Kill them!” At this moment, Glein lurched and began to let go of Reive, tightening his grip on his sword.

Invisible, yet it wasn’t the case, but a mix of the deep forbidden alchemy and the sheer of blood from the imprisoned epitome of darkness inside of him. “With the Duchess nurses a baby, her own or maybe not, a grinning cat sits on the hearth, but not just an ordinary cat. And have you guessed who it might be?” “Cheshire!” She excitedly answers giggling by the tale that only drawing her close to her doom. “The there’s a Cook, that stands at the stove, dumping pepper into a cauldron of soup. The pepper causes the Duchess and the baby to sneeze incessantly.” Emphasizing the last word as Chantal is getting drawn and even deeper to the tale. He is all smiles as he continues, but without asking fi

London society taught him well on masking up emotions above anything else. “What could have been the matter this time?” the impatient duchess asked. Annoyance was evident on her tone. “It was about Lady Francesca—” Poor Sussana was cut short with the perverse assault of the duke’s short-tempered duchess. “Heavens Sussana! I already know the who about of the trouble outside. What I’m asking you is the what about of the matter? Such a trifling difference between elites and commoners.” The duke’s new wife was infamous for her blunt and belittling attitude towards her inferiors.

And together, he and Brandon had glanced to Darla, who had smiled, treacherous and predatory and positively lethal. The Duchess is half a day's ride away, called away that morning to a sentry post at the outskirts of a border village in the Heartlands territory. As it is, they leave her a cursory note explaining the circumstances, before preparing for their departure. The Duchess, more than any of them, is well versed in the crisp business of war. There is little concern to be had regarding the propriety of goodbyes, in such times.

I nodded. "Fine. I'll go back." The doctor had already given me my diagnosis. Consumption. I had only a month left to live. So I went back. And I played the part of the perfect duchess. I no longer demanded Alistair's loyalty. I even found him three new mistresses who looked just like Liana and sent them to his bed after he had sent her away for me. I no longer made Damian study the arts of statecraft and not forced him to master his courtly duties. Instead, I supported his ridiculous dream of joining the Expeditionary Force.

She would be heavily scandalized if the Gossipers were looking at her blushing face right now as well as the desire that was apparent in her eyes. "Should we go home now, duchess? Why don't we have some time for some more relaxation here?" Niklaus baited her as she was snatching her fingers from his grip. He smirked before the duke was leaning against the mat as he closed his eyes. He sighed before he was humming a lullaby that was making Becca's insides jumped at the melody. It was haunting yet it was beautiful. She sighed as she was looking at the maid that was talking with the footman. She can still taste the blood that would flow from the veins of the maid as she was biting into it, sipp

Amelia asked, already knowing what the answer would be. She had guessed, and rightly too, that behind that careless, unconcerned exterior was a very strong will. "No," Alexander replied cheerfully. He pulled out a pocket-sized book, lowered himself into a seat as far away from her as the hospital room would allow, and crossed his legs. "Just pretend like I'm not in the room, Emma, because that is exactly what I'm going to do."

He suddenly dropped me to the floor, bent down and whispered. "DARK DESIRES...." "Wh.... what are you...",I stuttered trying to understand what he was saying. But then I felt a heavy metal on my head. I felt everything blacking out.

I don’t know her before but I suddenly started to feel like she was competition. “What are you doing here?” Elsie asks with hostility. “You need to leave, now,” The three of us turned in the direction of the deep hoarse voice of Prince Ryder that sent chills down my spine as usual but this lady squealed like a little girl and flung herself on his chest.