Desperate Duchesses Series Novels & Stories

Intro: Margaret is a young duchess and she isn’t satisfied by her impotent duke husband. She is frustrated and sure that she will never give him an heir. Her maid takes to explore the land of her husband and there she found her husband's foreman who's attractive build seems to draw her in like magnet. The rugged older man takes her breath away. Margaret has never seen a man like him before and she desires him.

Her eyes filled with terror. "Where am I? Who am I," She curled up in the fetal position. "I suppose I am up," Warren approached Duchess at a slow and steady rate, "Your name is Duchess, and you died a day ago. We bought you to Tsonoqua to bring you back to life. What do you remember?" Duchess held her head, "I remember a strange powder, and getting sick, and then nothing," Duchess saw the raven woman, "I remember you, we were supposed to take a journey, right?"

“May I speak to the duke.” “Is it important?” Huxley asked. “I believe so.” She replied. Duke Raziel looked at her, “Then Speak” Drawing a heaving breath, the head maid exclaimed happily, “The Duchess is awake, your grace!” In an instant, Duke Raziel came to their room and saw the duchess stretching. He cleared his throat to get her attention and Lady Vienna turned around to see him and fixed her composure. “Raziel.” She smiled sheepishly, her cheeks flushing and embarrassed getting seen in a weird position.

Duke sits up and watches both his mates get ready to leave him. “Two mates and still an empty bed,” Duke smiles. “The goddess chose two amazing Duchesses to help lead all of Werewolf kind.” Emma laughs and Ada rolls her eyes. Ada opens the door and sees Ingrid walking by dressed for her office. “Mom?” Ada asks, making Ingrid turn around. “Good morning, girls,” Ingrid smiles. “We all have mates and none of us is marked,” Emma laughs. “It wasn’t the right time,” Ingrid sighs.

But now– "Duchess Milaris, what do you think of the present situation?" Gorfard asked with slight trepidation. He could scorn Lilith despite her power because she was sane. Sane people didn't act recklessly and observed the situation first. The duchess was anything but sane. She was fucking crazy and no one knew how far she could go and when she could snap. Today once again, the duchess was entirely clad in black. Black heel, black robes, black veil. When you added her black hair and eyes, anyone looking at her would have the uncomfortable feeling of being swallowed by darkness itself.

I said bitterly. "General Rachelle, Duchess Amelia can't be remarried because the deceased Duke Leon, her mate, has made a will that she must not let her remarry," General Cairo said. "Yes, we think that the duchess liked His Majesty but that is her limit. Plus, according to Asher, the Grand Alpha is looking for ladies who have no mate yet so Duchess Amelia is crossed out."

The next day I woke up, I am now the fiance of the Demon Duke in the Kingdom of Franche-Comte, a kingdom that believes in religion, however, it has a Demon Lord living among its people, Duke of Dubois Castle, or known as Lemon. He holds my hand tight and trails kisses to my pulse, ever since I have known that this man is a Demon who saved my life with the contract of fulfilling his desire, he frequents my room almost every night. “It is not money, and not my title as the countess, also you said that it is not my soul, what is it that you desire Duke?” he paused and those jewel red eyes looked at me intently, he climbed onto my bed and even closed the distance between us. I could feel the war

A hand roughly grabbed her as she tried to get up, and when she raised her head, her eyes settled on the duchess, who was looking at her with a mixture of pain, fear, and…death. ‘Where is my husband?’ she asked as her hands tightened around her hands, and the midwife was not sure at that moment if the duchess was also possessed by whatever had taken over the manor. She dared not lie to her, as she feared what might become her fate too. ‘Dead! He is dead’ she replied abruptly with wide eyes fixed with fear. She felt the hand around her arms loosen slowly, and a new wave of pain crossed the duchess’s eyes.

“If this is what the duchess wishes” He had been calling her duchess for a while. It felt uncomfortable. It was not until the second year of their marriage that she was recognized as the duchess. That time, it was when she got pregnant with her first child, Enrich. The second time she was addressed as a duchess, it came with an additional title, the disgraced duchess, the curse of Kristen. The third time, it was the iron duchess, maniac savior of the kingdom. None of those titles were good. “You can just call me Lady Natalia. I have not done anything deserving of the title of duchess”

I couldn’t hold back the chuckle in my voice as I spoke, pouring us a hearty glass each from the bottle of whiskey I’d grabbed when I leaned over the bar. She scowled at me, downing her drink. It was a good thing I’d known her as long as I had and that we were as close as we are because otherwise she’d have killed me by now, second or not. An hour and lots of drinking later, I watched her pull out her phone, put it on speaker phone and dial someone, stalking back towards the chapel as she did. Fishnet, Duke and Rogue. THE DUKE “We need to find the guy,” Duchess’ voice was low, homicidal. Even with the crackly line, I could tell just how pissed she was. “At this point, he just deserves a kick