Duchess Novels & Stories

“I happen to have just had two new ones made and I thought this blue would compliment her eyes. I loved the colour, but it does not suit me well. We will just have some maids fit it to her before her ride. It won’t take long.” “What is a devantiere?” “Well,” the Duchess said, blushing slightly, “it is a French invention. A most useful but slightly scandalous dress. I’m sure if the Duke knew what they were about I would not be permitted to own one, but they are most practical. You see?” She held the top of the dress to her chest and lifted one side of the skirt out showing a long slit right up the back of it. “Oh my!”

Life will never be in her favor, and you can’t protect her forever. I’m sorry that I’m rambling on in this letter; it isn’t fair to you to not know the extent of it. My name is Elianna; I am the duchess of North-Valley and the wife of the duke. I am also Deonna’s birth mother. I had an affair with one of our slaves and we had a child together. For a while, I thought maybe I could get away with pretending she was my husband. I thought maybe he wouldn’t know; if she came out light furred, then it would all be okay, and I wouldn’t have to worry about her safety. I know sometimes it’ll happen, where a dark-furred and a light-furred will conceive and have a child t

"Oh dear, Gabby! It's the letter from the duchess herself! She wish to hold a lunch with us. How great is that! This is magnificent!" "A lunch?" The girl who had been sitting beside the woman appeared shocked by this. "And by the duchess?! Is that correct, mama?" Her daughter, Gabriella moved quickly toward her mother to look over the letter which her mother had received. The girl quickly tore the envelope, and her eyes moving so rapidly that one might fear her eyeballs would fall from the quick movement. "A lunch with the duchess! Oh Heaven! This is the duchy's family emblem! She must had heard o

I was used to relying on my senses to alert me when others were paying attention to me, and my shields kept me from being reminded of their presence. Chloe smiled as she saw my reaction. "Ah, look at her blush; leave it to Nix to get an innocent one," she said, shaking her head. "On a more serious note, I hear the cooks are hoping for more mushrooms, and one cook, Sylvia, is hoping for more truffles because there is a market trade coming up in a week, and they will fetch a good price."

window as the sector disappears as we enter the next one, moving along the familiar road from the south. It's not as crowded as it was yesterday, and the route is dotted with agents. "The Palace is under control," the maid had said. I think that's what she was referring to. The glittering marble wall ahead, reflecting the rising sun in the woods. I want to close my eyes, but I resist. I know I have to keep them open here. The gate is surrounded by white uniforms, agents who check incoming travelers. When the vehicle pulls over, the maid takes me out and leads me to the gate without taking the queue. No one protests or bothers to verify your identity. She must be known around here. As soon a

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.

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.

She had a small purple cloak over her shoulders and a beautiful diamond tiara in her red/gold hair, the Commentator was all but drooling over her, ‘Now ladies and gentlemen, this beautiful young woman is the Duchess of Cheshire who had just returned to this country after living with our lovely neighbours from across the pond for the past seven years. I have to say the young Duchess has the most incredible hair I have ever seen, look at the color, it seems to change in the sunlight’

Opening the door, Christiana stood in front of her. "I forgot my handbag and umbrella at your house." "So sorry for the inconvenience." Her voice was laced with remorse. Staring at her, Daisy Hunter said," What, No, it's really okay…I too forget my stuff in people's homes." Daisy Hunter said, smiling gleefully, exposing her perfect dentition. Stepping into the dimly lit room, Christiana spotted her handbag and umbrella, grabbing it, she thanked Daisy and stepped out immediately.

Suddenly, Chantelle's eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at Delcan. A smile spread across her face, and she reached up to touch his cheek. "Hi," she said softly. Delcan felt his heart skip a beat. He had never seen her look at him like that before. "I didn't mean to wake you," he said, his voice low and gentle. Chantelle sat up and took his hand in hers. "You didn't," she said. "I was just resting my eyes." She looked down at the outfit she was wearing and blushed. "What do you think?"