Duchess Difficult Novels & Stories

I'm too busy to deal with them right now. When Sir Danyll left I sighed and rubbed my head. After reading all the documents in this office, I realized that I know nothing regarding running a duchy. I mean I can understand the reports but I don't know how to deal with them. This is giving me a headache. I really need someone to help me with this but Lis and the others also have no idea on how we can improve the situation. The duchy was really not in a good state. There has been a continuous decrease in the people's harvest, loss of jobs, and the quality of life is really low. There was even a period of famine last year.

"The Duchess's arrival turned our household upside down. Her every whim became our top priority. She demanded impossible standards: flawless rooms, impeccable attire, and instantaneous service. I struggled to keep up, my hands trembling as I poured her tea or helped her dress. One misstep, and she'd lash out with venomous words. 'You're incompetent,' she spat after I accidentally spilled a drop of water on her gown. I bit back tears, apologizing profusely. Elara offered words of encouragement, but even her kindness couldn't shield me from the Duchess's cruelty. As the days passed, I began to doubt my ability to serve. Was I cut out for this life? The Duchess's constant criticism eroded my co

“What’s wrong, Juste?” He explained his predicament, hoping Chastine would be able to provide a tip at least. “It’s a bit tricky to move. Sometimes it goes slow, sometimes fast, even if I apply the same amount of pressure.” “Duke-X, do you think the claw is broken?” Chastine asked the peculiar man beside him. Duke-X held the brim of his hat and ran his fingers around the its edge. “No, I’m afraid not. It’s just that the level of difficulty for this machine is high.”

THE DUCHESS His left hand gripped my hair close to my scalp, and I gasped at the slight bite of pain that somehow left me even wetter. He tilted my head to the side so he could lick, tease and bite his way down my neck towards my collarbone. He chuckled against my skin when I tilted my head further still, giving him as much access as he could ever want. I gasped when he bit the sensitive skin of my neck, and moaned when he took advantage of my distraction to pick me up, my legs ending up around his waist, his erection pressing against my core.

"You can’t cross your legs or use armrests, even if you want to cross your legs, or you’re sitting in a chair that has armrests. It would make you slouch and present you as not being confident. Being presented as unconfident isn't great for your image and future proposals. Here’s the advanced way you can sit without having issues. You can move your feet to the side, if you want. This is called “Duchess Slant.” She made me stand up and demonstrated the latter part of her instructions. I was made to practise it. After trying for five times, I grew tired of it and hated it but I had to do it to perfection.

Suddenly, the duchess spoke, "I know that it's a hard thing to grant but before I leave the capital and have a treatment somewhere, I wante dto see him with you as his partner once again just like on your debutante. The truth is, I don't want to push this one to you but I just really wanted to see you two together but if it's really troublesome, then please just refuse my request" she said and sniffed her nose a bit. There was a slight tear on her face and looking at it, she really looks pitiful. I never read a part on the novel that the duchess got sick so I was surprised and confused about it for a moment. Did the author perhaps didn't include this as well? Well maybe. Just like the duche

He rebuked when he sniffed the paper. “Duchess Calliope, woman fluent in eight languages and comes from a noble house situated in the hills of Milena. Her family is notorious for possessing a numerous army. One who may speak to her, agrees to be charmed by her…” He opened the third one. “Lady Diene…” “Baroness Itzel…” “Princess Arlet…” "Lady Seline..." “Duchess Katrina…” He read her seven letters and finally turned to her with a baffled expression on his face.

DUCHESS 18 Another day, another day where I get to live as the Duchess of the Fortess Dukedom and a cousin of the Crown Prince, another day where I have to think of a way to solve the problems left by my tyrant of a grandfather. Nonetheless, the scenery and nature sure takes all of the stress away even for just a little bit of time. Even though as a journalist, I was rarely able to bond with nature as most of my interviews and articles were done with the focus on a person. And even if I get to be with mother nature, it was always for a short time and I was too focused on my work to even be able to appreciate the scenery that the nature offers.

He would likely just brush it off and go silent. “Duchess used to be our fuck doll,” he said plainly, exhaling smoke. “A while back.” I waited for more. He continued. “She got too ambitious. Started thinking she could handle more than us. She requested someone… who doesn't know what control is and requested fr Baron. She underestimated Baron.” Silas’s lips curved slightly. “He fücked her so hard she couldn’t walk or speak properly for days.” That explained why she flinched every time she saw Baron.

"Sorry to interrupt, Alpha, but we also have an audience with King Renald's second and third-in-command, the Douches..." "It's Duche," a voice bellowed behind them. "Like a Dutch oven." Everyone turned to see Commander Duche and his brother Lieutenant Duche approaching them. They were a chip off the old gladiator block. They were both tall, stacked with muscles that hid under the armor made of dwarven steel, and no doubt enchanted, Laurie sensed. Lieutenant Duche had light blonde hair, powdered blue eyes, and clean-shaven chiseled features-not that Laurie noticed-made others around him not take him too seriously. Commander Duche resembled him, but age was starting to pull at him.