Duchess Rowena Novels & Stories

She understood immediately, and automatically, she stood up and bowed at Soren. “Good day, Mr. Harlow. I’m Rowena, I’m new to the scene, so I hope you’ll watch over me in the future. ” He laughed out loud. “Not bad. She certainly is a rare, talented actress.”

she angrily accuses him. Celso backed away while shaking his head when he saw the woman holding a knife. "If you're going to abandon my son as well, you'd better join us in hell!" Rowena yelled after starting to stab Celso. Celso struggled with the woman; he used the pillow as protection. Dextrose has been removed from his arm, and it began bleeding. Rowena is stronger than him since he just got back from surgery. "Argh!" Rowena grinned when she saw that she had injured Celso's arm.

Later that night, she showed me that other rumors were wrong too. After five days, when the bonding was finally over, I almost turned into my animal self. Watching Chloe sleep, I got out of bed and heard some noise outside. I looked out the window and saw Rowena with a huge bunch of roses. The maid in the hallway said Rowena had been out there for five days. She would not leave despite two big storms and a fever. She just had the droopy roses replaced with fresh ones. However, I was just annoyed. Who was she trying to impress?

McKinnon to ever storm into this house again as if he owns it. Mrs. Lachlan nodded thoughtfully, her determination unwavering. "I will handle my brother," she stated firmly, her tone leaving no room for doubt. Turning to the woman assisting us, she instructed, "Please, show us your most beautiful collection of wedding dresses." The woman hesitated for a moment, but under Mrs. Lachlan's authoritative gaze, she nodded and began to lead us to the stunning array of dresses. With a slight pause, the woman assisting us gently asked, 'What are your preferences?' Her inquiry prompted Mrs. Lachlan to turn her expectant gaze towards me.

(Duchess Marriane) To my surprise, the one who comes in was not the duke but his wife. Duchess Marriane Hallerus Murr, 5th Princess of the Hallerus Kingdom, a 25 years old noble lady with blonde hair, visually she looks beautiful, she can easily pass as a Holywood top star. she looks elegant and docile, just like a textbook noble flowers. She and the knight on her right was a lover (?) for a long time, she's also involved in the conspiracy to kill her own husband. The Handsome knight was actually an undercover Mage Knight from the principality of Light, Anderson Gona a high-level mage knight send to infiltrate the Duke's territory to entice and seduce Duchess Marriane with the intention of u

All through my walk in the living room, all I heard was the hum of the central cooling system in this extremely hot weather and the faint scent of freshly brewed coffee. “Elena…” Duchess Hermoine Gallop greeted me with a faint smile as we met eyes. She’s standing at the base of the staircase, dressed simply in a navy wrap blouse and crisp white slacks. She looked extremely elegant without even trying. Unlike most of the royal members, she looked like she didn’t care about her status, nor did she have anything to prove. Duchess Hermione Gallop was a distant member of the royal family and considered Deacon’s aunt, hence a Duchess. However, she was her mate’s alpha of another pack and had to ma

She deposited them on the table in front of Anna then bustled out again. The Duke went around the side of the desk, pulled open a drawer, retrieved something from it then came over to where Anna sat. The look in his eyes was hot, a flame that made it impossible for her to think. Then, much to her shock, he dropped down onto one knee in a sudden, graceful movement.

Right then, the banquet hall doors flew open with a bang. Lena strutted in, decked out in a stunning gown, flanked by her bodyguards. "Nolan!" she called out, her voice dripping with sweetness. "I heard someone was giving you trouble..." Her words trailed off as she caught sight of William next to me, the broken glass, and the gunmen in black sprawled on the floor. Lena's expression flipped in an instant.

"She really wants to help us out, David." "I'm sorry, I can't even wrap my mind around it," David said. "Why doesn't the Duchess pick a man and be done with it? A man can play the role too, and it would make more sense." "Dad," Clare spoke up. "I think you haven't heard about her yet. Well, I don't know much about her either, but rumor has it that Violet Wintour is quite a notorious lady charmer." "Oh, perfect," David said, dropping his fist on the table in disbelief.

The words engraved in gold screamed louder than anything I have ever heard in my life. “An invitation to Nikolai’s birthday.” My teeth clenched when my eyes skated along the gold engraving! Because the invitation was extended not to me; but to RAYANA ELIZABETH MOUNTBATTEN, AKA THE ROYAL ARCHDUCHESS OF FAIRFAX. And my fucking wife at that!