Duchess Difficult Novels & Stories

Ingrid had shredded them. “Yo, bro, I need shorts,” Bär tells Duke. After a few minutes. “They are laying by the door. I’m going to get the crowd warmed up, you have like 20 minutes until the announcement,” Duke tells them. “We are going to be late,” Ingrid tells him. “Sorry, Princess, but My Duchess and Little Duchess have worked hard this morning to make this perfect. So be on time,” Duke leaves. “I need a shower and make up. I can’t be ready in 20 minutes,” Ingrid tells Bär as he opens the door to get his shorts.

Theodore frantically wiped the blood from his face and staggered to his feet. Yvette Lawson walked over in her heels, carrying a bridesmaid dress bag in her hand. "Bella, the makeup artist has been waiting for you forever..." The door lock clicked open, and she pushed inside only to freeze in place. "What the hell happened?" She looked at the wreckage covering the floor and stepped right over Theodore's hand to get inside. "What did this bastard do?" She suddenly stared at the broken high heel in my hand, noticing the blood staining the pointed toe.

Dutch's lack of patience will be his downfall just like those before him. Both turn to the door when they hear a knock. "Come in" Dutch says hoping it is the tracker he sent out to find Lucas. He needed some inside info from that pack of wolves. They really outdid him when they came for Tessa with the help of a witch and dragons. He never anticipated that they woukd be on a friendly foot with them, it makes their army stronger, and even though he has the ability to summin his army, he still need some relics to get before he can summon the heavy lifters. It takes too much time and it is frustrating

Seated on one of the stools, I down the entire thing in one go. Fuck! My throat burns at the sensation of raw, hot whiskey falling down my throat. “Mrs Delucca," a female voice calls out to me. I turn around and find a maid standing there staring at me wide eyed like she just saw me drink blood and not whiskey. “The boss says you're not allowed to drink alcohol." Not allowed? What I'm I, Fourteen? “Well," I begin, pouring another glass and taking a huge gulp. “You can go and tell your boss to go fuck himself. Now get lost."

a genetic disorder that is inherited from newborns or sick people. However, the idea that the Duchess needs it raises more questions than it does in the current context, where she is tormenting a man who calls her his master. "This is the last time I'll spare your life, so you best change your ways. In addition, did you manage to secure the commodities to be traded in the Barley country?” After a moment of prolonged silence, I heard the man cry in anguish.

The duchess joined the evening military reception wearing silver velvet trimmed with black fur in what Halrem privately categorized as a deeply transparent attempt to imitate northern court fashion. Worse still, Seraphine spent nearly the entire banquet positioned close enough to Draevor that the surrounding nobles began whispering before the second course even arrived. Draevor himself remained visibly uninterested, which somehow irritated Halrem even more because the duchess continued her efforts anyway. At one point, during a discussion of northern cavalry routes, Seraphine leaned toward Draevor and said with smooth admiration, “I cannot decide what fascinates me more, Your Majesty. Your b

Swear, from the intonation of her voice. Aryo also made it difficult for me to restrain myself. Aryo's innocent, guiltless look at my performance with Milly further provoked me to try something interesting. "That's it, Yo. I've had enough." I lifted Mili's body onto Aryo's lap without much difficulty. "I think this bitch really needs it." Milly looked panicked, trying to move. The fog of her arousal was still very evident, heard in the sigh of her voice from the touch. Of course, it wasn't that easy to escape. Women who are close to getting released are usually very weak and difficult to resist.

"Then it's settled. We'll have to have another soon!" Dan looked at Angela with a more serious expression, "Before that, I have to ask you, are you sure you're up to the challenge and struggle that comes with becoming a Duchess? It won't happen for a few hundred years, but if you're with me, you'll be expected to learn everything a Duchess must know in order to take over the family." Angela looked at Dan, slightly nervous, "I won't lie, I can't say I'll find it easy, but I'm more than willing to try my hardest if it means I can be with you."

Duchess Amberie said and Damian reluctantly stepped away from her and let the Duchess do his job. The duchess was able to stop the bleeding and applied treatments to her injuries .. Damian on the other hand stayed at a corner staring at the woman whose lips had become paled and broken too.. He was still controlling the flow of the poison which is more painful than anything he'd encountered... He clenched his jaw and closed his eyes to hide his eyes which looked terrifying.. Once the duchess was done with the princess she went over to her nephew and that was when she noticed the injury on his shoulder which had turned black..

"Why can't you notice that I am not the main consort. I am the side concubine. I live in your storeroom. I have the worst courtyard in this whole house due to my deformity. I cannot be the face of this house. The duchess is a fine woman who is doing a splendid job. I am no match for her in several aspects. I understand you want me to be more confident." "You're meek in front of other woman, but have the poise of a military commander. If we were on the battlefield I would leave the defense in your hands. You could give the duchess a real fright if you do that in front of her. If you had this already in you why would you hide it?"