Duchess Novels & Stories

My best friend and I. A witch and a Fae from Whisperwood. I have the blood of a Seer. My three rune bones can see a kingdom's rise and fall. She's a gold-touched Fae. Born to attract wealth. One roll of the dice in a goblin casino, and she'd empty their vault. When we were eighteen, we found a disgraced Grand Duke in the capital's slums. His stepmother had thrown him out. We saved him. She amassed his gold. I spun his fate. We helped him claw his way back to the capital. He took back his land. His scepter. The first thing he did? He asked my best friend to marry him. They had a son. A gifted heir. I grew tired of the noble squabbles. I went back to my hidden cottage in the woods. Ten years l

"She wants me to bring three toddlers to a formal dinner at the Delacroix estate?" "She wants to celebrate the L'Étoile admission," Julian explains, a faint, dry smile touching his lips. "She considers their acceptance a personal victory over the social committee. But more than that... she wants my sister and uncle to meet you officially." I stare at him. "Julian, your sister is the Duchess of Saint-Germain. Your uncle is a retired appellate judge."

But just then a knock came on the door, mercifully catching the Duke’s attention, and as he turned and moved to open it Anna felt as if she’d earned a reprieve of some kind. A member of staff came in carrying a tray in one hand and a bottle in the other. He deposited the tray on the coffee table by the couch, put the bottle beside it, then left. The tray contained a selection of cheeses and crackers, two long-stemmed glasses, and a steaming cup of tea. The Duke moved over to the tray and picked up the tea. “There is champagne, of course, but I thought you might prefer something a little more calming.” He carried it over to the small table that stood next to the armchair closest to the firepl

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.

"Yes, lovely. Excuse me, Chase, but is that your wife speaking with the Duchess? I’ve been trying to get a word with her about the textile merger." Arthur and his wife walked away before Chase could even finish his introduction. "Chase!" Monica whimpered. "He didn't even look at me!" "I told you to dress down," Chase snapped. "I look amazing! She just... she’s doing this on purpose!" A few feet away, Giselle was surrounded by a circle of the most powerful women in the city. They were laughing, leaning in to hear her speak. She was effortless. "Giselle, darling," the Duchess said, touching Giselle’s arm. "Your insight on the rura

Leaving the midwives and the lady in waiting to their miserable fate. ‘Help me,’ The duchess whispered in a raspy voice, ‘Please get it out of me.’ She sobbed weakly as her hands lay limp beside her. Her lady-in-waiting moved closer to her and bent forward to touch her belly. The spot where her hands rested lit up in a bright orange light, and the midwives shrank back in fear and shock. The servant stepped back and, in one command, ordered the midwives to cut through the duchess's abdomen.

"Perhaps you've got an excellent idea, after all." She smiled. "Yes. And you can always have those decadent Cyprians over when the season is at the end." Her smile had grown even more maliciously gleeful. "I understand you have a new opera singer in your stable of ladybirds that will tide you over nicely until then." "My dear duchess," Henry said with deceptive calm, "you have the tongue of a billingsgate fishwife." "Do I?" The duchess asked with a lifted brow. "Perhaps I've been around my nephew too much."

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?"

Jimmy blushed. "Whoever you are and wherever you are from, I must introduce myself to you. I am Nylian, the Duke of Vulas," he politely bowed to him and gently kissed his cold hand. "Welcome to Fantasia."

Speaking next was a stern but also attractive man with dark blue hair that reminded Maria of the night sky and silver eyes that glittered like the moon. "Honey, I missed you~!" Running forward and happily throwing her arms around the duchess's neck, with no regards for manners, was a lively and stunning petite woman. Her long, dark-pink curly pigtails flew behind her. Upon seeing these three attractive figures, something in Maria's head clicked. 'Ah, that's right! These three are Duchess Dior’s lovers! I almost forgot that in this world polygamy is legal!'