Duchess Difficult Novels & Stories

"Okay, where are you going to?" "To fetch help." "Help?" The duchess nod her head. "Yes, help." "From where? This woman has no husband." "Dear sister, just wait here." She walked into the long passage that led to Batard room. She made a stop at the door, took a deep breath, and began to knock at the door. Batard and Rebecca hesitated to respond to the knock because they were anxious and surprised to hear a knock on the door of childbirth. "Who is that?"

Inside the high walls of the Fleming Palace, a suffocating silence blanketed the halls, disturbed only by the measured shuffle of nurses and doctors. Duke Cedric Fleming stood at the edge of the duchess's hospital bed, his towering figure rigid, hands clasped behind his back. His usual poise, cold and aloof, had shattered under the magnitude of his worry. The duchess, his mother, lay unconscious, hooked up to machines that beeped faintly in a losing battle against death. The most elite specialists in the country had tried, failed, and withdrawn.

"Sol, you are a half-dragon right?" "... Indeed. So? Are you going to kill me to get my core?" "Oh, ~!? You are surprisingly calm. Do you think I would not hurt you? No, from your reaction you are clearly wary of me. Then, do you think you can beat me? Ah~! Even though you don't really believe so you don't think you would lose either. I really wonder what kind of skills you obtained during your awakening." The duchess continued to ask and answer to her own questions.

the duchess said as Jessie smiled at her. “Thank you, duchess,” she replied before the duchess smiled at her. “Just call me Becca,” the duchess said before they went to the divan and took their seats as they were waiting for the butler to come and serve the tea and scones for them.

Mira rolled her eyes before asking “Can you do me 5 pairs in 1 day?” “1 day?” Almera shrieked as she looked at Mira in disbelief. “Um” Mira nodded innocently before asking with a teasing smile “Is it impossible for my duchess?” “Impossible?” Almera lifted her chin arrogantly “Doesn’t exist in my world.”

The servant stepped back and, in one command, ordered the midwives to cut through the duchess's abdomen. ‘But we can’t do that. She has to give birth natur-’ her words were cut short as a shadow appeared from the darkness and wrapped invisible hands around her neck and lifted her until she was hanging loosely in the air. The second midwife got on her knees immediately and fumbled through her apron for her birthing knife. Her hands were trembling as she tried to cut smoothly through the duchess's abdomen, but the tears that blurred her eyes wouldn’t even let her do a perfect job.

How could they possibly win this game? The Duke seemed to sense her doubt, his eyes softening just slightly. “I know it seems impossible,” he said, his voice quieter now. “But we have one advantage—Isabella doesn’t expect us to act. She thinks she has the upper hand. That’s where we have to turn the tables.”

Alexander muttered and held out his cigar. "Yes, my lord. Can I ask one thing?" Cornelius asked as he lighted the head of the cigar. "Go ahead." "Does the young duchess have two black horizontal marks (-) in her eyes?" Cornelius asked. Alexander inhaled the smoke until it filled his mouth and then blew it out. "She does," he said. "It is quite strange to have two black marks in ruby eyes. But somehow, it suits her." "But Duke Albert and Lords Alessandro don't have them."

Hearing the woman's screams and the mention of 'Her Grace', General Dion finally realized his mistake and hastily lowered his sword again. From start to finish, the girl who had been threatened just smiled gently while looking at them. The girl stopped as her maid was about to put on her body for her. Furthermore, the girl even introduced herself respectfully to Princess Elle. “Sorry if I startled you, Your Highness. Then, please forgive my maid's disrespect as well. I, Duchess Alison, greet Her Highness, Princess Elle. May health and prosperity always be with you.”

Duchess Lenkov said. “I would love to visit your boutique, duchess,” I said, and she smiled royally. It took me days to memorise all of their faces and their names. But it was worth it. “I see our luna doesn’t have a drink. Would you allow me to get you a drink?” Duchess Ford from the west of Arginieth said. “I am actually alcohol intolerant, so I avoid alcohol. Thank you for your kind offer,” I said with a smile. “Sorry for my rudeness, luna. I didn’t know that you couldn’t drink.” Duchess Ford said with a slight bow.