Duchess Novels & Stories

I commented and pointed at the diamond ring she was wearing. "This… this was a reward from the duchess." She answered. "The duchess? Weren't you only hired 10 years ago? My mother was already dead by then, which duchess are you talking about?" I asked sharply. "I… I'm sorry, my lady. I misspoke." She apologized. "Carmella, good timing. Tell Sir Danyll to round up all the servants in the main hall and please gather the expenses report of the castle immediately." I ordered as soon as I saw Carmella enter with the tea.

Jessica snorted, "I do not want to talk to you!" Christian pressed his thin lips together. He seemed to rarely explain anything to others. He found himself so clumsy when trying to explain to her. "That person just now is the daughter of Duke Louis of France..." Currently, Maddox Group was finalizing its new overseas business in Europe, and Duke Louis played an important role in it. Therefore, Christian’s assistant hesitated and did not dare to stop Duke Louis’s daughter, who insisted on breaking into Christian’s office. "Stop!" Jessica made a stop gesture. She did not have the patience to listen to him to explain the woman's name and identity.

I hissed at her air patting the food before putting them back onto the countertop. "I swear, Alexa, you have found your mate because food must be it." Ash giggled with a bright smile plastered on her perfect pale porcelain doll-like face. Ashely was a stunning sweet looking girl with long strawberry blond wavy hair and pale blue eyes. She looked just like her personality. A sweet caring Luna. Also very easily amused. "My long search has ended I have finally found you my one and only love!" I picked up a waffle holding it up before giving is a smooch. Ash's giggles filled the large room as I did this making me extremely happy but then she stopped.

Sitting on a bench, I saw a butler in my parents' age group coming in our direction with a hurried step. - "Are you Miss Thetia Kestle?" I answered positively and told her what it was all about. - "Allow me to introduce myself, I am Tim Habborlain, the butler of Mister Olivier De Guignes, the former Duke of this duchy. I have come to fetch you and escort you to my master's residence. Please follow me" he announced and we left in the direction of a carriage, which had attracted the attention of the crowd.

Invisible, yet it wasn’t the case, but a mix of the deep forbidden alchemy and the sheer of blood from the imprisoned epitome of darkness inside of him. “With the Duchess nurses a baby, her own or maybe not, a grinning cat sits on the hearth, but not just an ordinary cat. And have you guessed who it might be?” “Cheshire!” She excitedly answers giggling by the tale that only drawing her close to her doom. “The there’s a Cook, that stands at the stove, dumping pepper into a cauldron of soup. The pepper causes the Duchess and the baby to sneeze incessantly.” Emphasizing the last word as Chantal is getting drawn and even deeper to t

I love my city and always will! It's the only city where you will see Police cars adorned with witch logos, we even have an elementary school known as Witchcraft Heights, oh and the best one - the Salem High School's athletics team is called the Witches! So now you can see why the only place I ever want to be is here. As I said, the fact that I'm a real witch is just a bonus.

--- That morning, a woman, appearing older, with a sturdy build and a very stern expression, approached Atthy, who had just woken up, followed by several servants behind her. "Good morning, Your Grace Duchess," the woman greeted with a firm, elegant demeanor, her voice full of authority. "My name is Helena Whitmore, the High Head Maid of the Skythia Duchy." Atthy stared at her for a moment, feeling slightly awkward. "Good morning, Madam Helena... may I call you that?" she asked, still hesitant. "Of course, Duchess," Helena replied, her expression unchanged, making it unclear whether she liked it or not. "But just 'Helena' will d

"Okay, I'll try. What about that spooky friend of hers, is she going to be there?" "Char, most likely, they're joined at the hip, and Char's husband is out of the country on business, so mom is keeping her close. Why, she scares you too?" "She seems to know stuff, I don't..." "She's a quack, pay her no attention." Uh huh, that's why you run like hell every time she gets too close. We rode out on my Ducati since it was the last night of her healing period, and I was sure it was fine for her to be up on me.

I shake the phone in the air before handing it to Bulan as I gesture for her to leave. "What did Uncle talk to Papa about?" Another girl enters the room, carrying a bunch of flower arrangements that are placed in a vase on the table by the window. "Nothing. Just got off the phone with your brother. He should have moved on, right?" I weighed the cigarette in my hand, deciding not to burn it since I was still in the hospital. "He's already here," said Charles' daughter. Is she still a virgin? I seem to recall that he pays for a male entertainer at every party several times.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA The Duchene English Estate, Eastern Province, Leighton, England (1762) By the time the lads reached their family estate, large crowds had gathered with a vast number of people eager to get into the hallowed halls of The Duchene Estate, it was for good reason as Alana Duchene was well known for her lavish parties as well as her equally lavish lifestyle. Casimir's taste in elegant and expensive things had no doubt come from her and she fed into it quite literally most of the time. Alain could hardly see what all the fuss was about, just a bunch of drunken strangers fawning over his mother's wealth and lifestyle only to covet it and desp