Duchess Difficult Novels & Stories

Her eyes narrowed as she glared at me, her body language oozing aggression. The events that unfolded earlier were something I would never forget. As I was about to react, Duscha suddenly attacked me with incredible speed and aggression, shifting mid-air. I only managed to dodge her sharp claws by a hair's breadth as I also shifted. Our teeth and claws clashed as we fought with great conviction. Despite my strength, Duscha fought with the desperation of someone with everything to lose, which gave her an advantage.

As far as he was concerned, marriage was restrictive, unbearable and there was no reason to look forward to it. “That's not the issue,” Cedric replied irritably. “There is no reason for all these conditions. Even after his death, he's still a controlling asshole… Can you imagine? He even has a bride ready for me…He picked out the woman who's supposed to be my duchess too. Can you believe that?”

The duchess was cut off by the duke's words. Nakita ko ang pagnguso ni duchess Jubelline bago piniling manahimik. Hindi ko alam kung paano ko sisimulan ang pag-eexplain, ni hindi nga ako makasingit dahil sa tensyon nilang tatlo. Nang magtama ang paningin namin ni Cassius ay ngumiti ito na para bang wala itong pakealam sa paligid niya. What the fuck is he doing right now? Pinapahamak niya ako.

Although trembling inside, she raised her chin and demanded, “Is that my reward? Our pay for tonight was double rate, not life. Your offer of a bonus extra to that, M’sieur.” The Duc chuckled. “You are right, ma chérie. You have done well to survive and evade capture. No one has done that before.” He sat back, as though deep in thought, and swirled the liquid around his glass. He smiled, revealing his yellowing teeth. “Perhaps there is something I can do for you if you are truly strong. In your mind. My life has become so tedious. I shall inject a bit of danger into the mix and see what will happen. Otherwise, all I have is a lot of bother I’d rather not repeat.” He sighed. “Therefore, I sha

I exclaim. "Hmm… Are you sure he forcefully marked you~?" Duchess Winter smirks. "Or did you ask him to~? Like, oh baby~ Please bury your canines deep in my flesh! Mark me deep and claim me as yours~~~ Aaah~ Didn't you moan like that?" "What the actual fuck is wrong with you!?" I exclaim, hitting her. She quickly leaps from her seat and runs away from my assault. "You are so dead! Eew! You even moaned, you disgusting piece of fish!"

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?"

"Well, yes. That's for a human's perspective. But for us-a noble or a mythical creature as what human history says-it's natural. We can live for millennia and tens and hundreds of it, not aging. We can even enter eternal slumber if we want to. "But that's not always the case. Sometimes, one can enter a force eternal sleep if they committed a crime that is too grave beyond comprehension and the risk being known to the world is high or they took offense to the humankind that we're supposed to take care." -Cassielle Elise D. Dairen, the daughter of the duke, Clyde Estreno D. Dairen. The unknown duchess.

A first-time driver of a yacht shouldn’t practice where there were a lot of people in the water. “I think you got it,” A.J. said as he stood behind her at the wheel. “Ugh,” she stammered nervously. “Really?” “Yeah, just keep it steady. And relax. This is supposed to be fun.” “Right. Fun,” she repeated as she let her smooth, lovely shoulders slump a little. The duchess was wearing a white bikini top that showed quite a bit of her D-cup cleavage. Her long legs were on display in a swirling mini skirt that hung around her upper thighs. Her short blonde hair was brushed back on the sides, her bangs hung down in the front. She was a beautiful sight to behold.

It was better than waiting. Once again, Beth was amazed at the size and beauty of Carlisle Crest. The hall was long and well-lit. A red rug ran its entire length as far as she could see. A couple of portraits decorated the walls by the door of the salon they had been in. In one, she saw the portrait of the Dowager Duchess holding the hand of a young boy. It had to be the Duke. He was smiling.

“Duke, where are we going?” “You’ll know.” He said before he pulled me in front of him. “You look hot when you were bidding there.” I felt a chill in my body when Duke s*xily whispered in my ear in his hoarse and deep voice. He rested his hands on my abdomen before his lips started traveling to the bridge of my neck. “D-Duke…” I tried to stop him, but he only ended up s*cking my neck, leaving another kiss marks on me. When we were at the bidding earlier, I know that some of them saw my h*ckeys but because of my hair, I managed to cover it and hide it from the rest of the people inside the room.