Duchess Difficult Novels & Stories

She snickered. My eyes widened at the mention of the Duchesses name. Duchess Von Keem was a cruel ruthless woman. She would do anything to remain as the prince's soon to be wife. I heard she slapped a count’s daughter just for admiring the prince during a hunting tournament. It was said that Lady Meroux gave the prince a favor. That was why she received a harsh smack from the Duchess. The rumors say that the bruising lasted weeks

"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 The most elite specialists in the country had tried, failed, and withdrawn.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.

For the first few days, I could barely sit the saddle, my legs sore in unimaginable places, and I dreaded the next day's ride. Plus, I had to deal with the chafing from the seat itself, the woolen hose rubbing against my sensitive skin. Kill me already! The Duke watched and studied me. A lot. There is a quizzical expression on his face, and I think he knows I am a female, but I am not going to be the one to tell him. 39 On the fifth night, the first time I am not in a world of pain, the Duke approaches me

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.”

"She's that girl who challenged Sirita, our number one." "Who won?" I asked. "They were stopped by our Flex Teacher," Duchess took the glass from me. "But it was quite uptight, the fight. I thought Sirita's going to lose." "She probably had if the fight continued," Teddy shrugged. "'Twas obvious." "So what about her?" Duchess asked. I exhaled and smiled weakly. "She's the best there is. She's a natural with guns. I could've been awed with her if I hadn't known her personality."

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.”