Duchess Difficult Novels & Stories

Seeing her stun face, yet all too eager to listen, he finished the tale by telling. “Seeing such Alice told the Cook to mind herself, and even tries to change the topic by telling about the earth’s axis. But the Duchess misheard her and thinks that she meant about axes. Alas, the Duchess screams of ‘Chop off her head!’ then she starts to sing a nasty lullaby.” Stopping with that word as Chantal is taken blankly somewhere. He then drew his signature cunning smile and whispers. “Do not worry, everything is just a game after all. And in the middle of that game it just comes that you are one of the needed sacrifices, Chantal.”

****** I follow the duchess to her house, it was impressive, for a human, I have seen other houses but it is not like this for a human her home is very big and elegant, is this the rich the witch was talking about, I'm only happy the baby will have enough space to play, a man came out, I don't need anyone to tell me, I know instantly that his the Duke they were talking about, he walks with so much power and the aura around him for a human is very weird, I try to get a good look at him but nothing, nothing strange but they something, his a human but his aura is like a human who has dived into the supernatural world, a human who knows too much. "Cullen" the duchess calls the Duke happily "Eliz

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.

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

Her eyes, once veiled by darkness, began to flutter open, momentarily dazed but gradually gaining clarity. With a languid stretch, her body awoken from its slumber, unraveling the knots of sleep that had woven throughout her body, but that was when she realized something was odd. Claire felt something heavy above her. She looked downward and found the Duchess deeply asleep on her chest. A moment passed with a mix of shock and confusion, Claire's gaze shifted around her, her eyes meeting the peaceful countenance of the Duchess. Her rhythmic breathing resonated against Claire's chest, a soothing melody that contrasted with Claire's now quickened heartbeat.

The courtyard is a ruined wasteland. Everywhere the eye can see, the ground is shattered into nothing more than rubble, uneven and dusty and jagged with uneven footing. But there is one woman who maintains perfect balance, even as the ground shakes violently underneath her precarious red heels: the Duchess, hair flawlessly coifed with not a single strand out of place, even four hours into their training session. She lifts her chin, and a massive, tapered boulder, narrowed to a lethal point, separates itself from the ground.

The hall instantly erupted into a low roar of whispers. Nobles leaned toward one another, some covering their mouths, stunned by Selene's razor-sharp words. Selene stepped forward slowly toward Dorothy and stopped right in front of her. "Do you know," she said quietly but firmly, "that screaming in the presence of a Duchess can be considered an act of treasonous insult?" "Duchess." Another voice broke the tension. Count Esmer—a close associate of Robert Moreau—stepped forward with a pacifying expression.

Duchess Moina chuckles as she tells herself. "I should be going..." She lets go of the whip on her hand, letting it drop on the floor as she sways her hips to turn around from Lady Berenice's blurry sight. With no energy left to move, Lady Berenice's eyes start to close. After some time ~~~~~ "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE!" The Duchess is found screaming in fury in the hallway. ﾟ*☆*ﾟ ゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟ ゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟ ゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟﾟ*☆*ﾟ

It is not like it would not happen in the future, so what a better way than to do it now. "It is a pleasure to fight with you again, Duchess," Gia smiled as she saw the serious expression on the face of Emma. She thought she was having a hard time now hearing the voices of the crowd. "Duchess?" "She is… a silver-haired woman… the Duchess is also a silver-haired…" "Oh my!" "She is a Luriem, a witch!" "But she is the Duchess!" "How disgusting!" "Get her out!"