Duchess Novels & Stories

"Madam!" "Madam!" The screams echoed from below. Every eye was fixed on the castle’s highest tower, where a woman in a blood-stained white gown stood precariously on the edge. Selene Moreau Leventis was the Duchess of Leventis. She was a woman known for her quiet, submissive nature. But now, she was standing in the most dangerous of places. The guards behind her moved with agonizing caution, fearing that a single misplaced step would send her plunging into the abyss.

The man named Alistair, the boy named Damian, and the duchess named Seraphina—they were all dead. Now, I was just a woman living by the sea. A free woman.

A lady entered, her head bowed down and a small tray in her hand. "Good morning, Ms Russo..." greeted the lady. "What is the report, Zelda?" asked her. "The Dashers are nowhere to be found..."' reported the maid. A smirk escaped her mouth...it was happening. Taking the cup of tea and a sip, Blanca roamed around in the room until she walks to the window. "The Swamp Goddess is back and there is no way in hell she would leave Maddox Dasher or his family..." she took another sip as the smile plastered on her evil face.

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Her gown is a masterpiece. "Oh, speaking of you..." Adonis smiles, immediatdiately, Caitrona turns to take a look at the person. This girl... She mutters as her smiling expression was quickly replaced with shock. Adonis smiles. "Caitrona this is Madame Duilio. Madame Duilio, this is my wife, Caitrona Dellucci!" Madame Clelia Tussauds Duilio, Milan richest female, Auction founder. Caitrona stretch out her hand for an handshake. With her normal genuine smile as usual. "Nice to meet you Madame Duilio,"

Lady Vivanna Pursioe Rorei, Duchess of Portburgh. -OH MY GOD! I AM THE VILLAIN OF THE STORY!!-

The dress is lacy with long sleeves, scoop neck, studded with crystals till the waist, and flows down the floor from the waist. A long train is trailing behind the dress and it is so beautiful, Thea couldn't move her eyes away from it. "You like this one?" Darius approached from behind and looked at the dress she liked "Isn't it pretty?" She asked with aww. "You are the prettiest thing I can see here" he teased Thea. She blushed a pretty shade of pink. Darius groaned " that blush" he muttered. "I wish I could have my way with you now" he whispered hoarsely.

She promised. After dinner, Marguerite found herself engaged in a lively conversation with the duchess. The lady escorted her on a fascinating tour, the scent of aged leather wafting from the library shelves as Marguerite admired its towering volumes. Meanwhile, the duke invited Jacob to his wood-paneled study for a chat over snifters of brandy. The next morning, a gleaming lacquered carriage awaited them at the grand entrance. Inside, a bounty of fresh pastries and chilled drinks sat beside several bulging travel bags. The duchess' generosity extended to a new wardrobe. On the far corner of the carriage, Chester nestled content

Duchess Lenkov said. “I would love to visit your boutique, duchess,” I said, and she smiled royally. It took me days to memorise all of their faces and their names. But it was worth it. “I see our luna doesn’t have a drink. Would you allow me to get you a drink?” Duchess Ford from the west of Arginieth said. “I am actually alcohol intolerant, so I avoid alcohol. Thank you for your kind offer,” I said with a smile. “Sorry for my rudeness, luna. I didn’t know that you couldn’t drink.” Duchess Ford said with a slight bow.

One of Brittany’s friend reasoned out. “But I’m not my mother.” Catherine shot back and Brittany and her friends started persuading Catherine to dance with them or have a demonstration at their ballet class. But as Catherine was about to reject, Chester appeared out of nowhere. “Hey guys.” Chester said with a cunning smile. “Uhm for correction; We’re not guys, we’re girls.” Brittany shot back and Chester’s brows were almost knit together as if he was confused. “Sorry, I thought you and your friends were guys.” Catherine and Lyra don’t get on where Chester got that statement from as Brittany and her friends doesn’t look like guys, especially, that their figure is in an almost perfect shape.