Duchess Satine Kryze Novels & Stories

Krystal on a bed, arms and legs spread, ropes biting into her skin, eyes wild. She can't bring it together. Her mind kept trying to force the pieces to fit, but the edges were wrong. Sharp, how will she digest that Damien was in a cult? Not just any cult. Satan’s Heirs. The name tasted like ash in her mouth. She’d laughed the first time Krystal said in the company, “Girl, Mr Wolfe gives off ‘quiet cult leader’ vibes. Elena had thrown a pillow at her and told her to stop watching those crime shows.

His clothing is fine in make, decorated with subtle accents in his signature gold. He has two of his progeny with him tonight, Annia and Domitia. Annia, Chryseus’s fourthborn, is of North African descent, a mane of russet brown hair and eyes so dark they look black. Her clothing is much more modern, a fashionable pantsuit in dark green, but her heavy jewellery all look antique in style, gleaming and golden as they dangle from her earlobes, weave loosely through her loose curls, or pool at the hollow between her collar bones. Meanwhile, Domitia is, if I remember correctly, Welsh. Her sleek black hair is pinned in a tight chignon in stark contrast to her sister’s silhouette, but her dark grey

She beckons me to come to her. It's a relief to see her. As I make my way through the crowd, someone hits on me with a "Hey, sexy." I ignored him, only interested in Nate. Amber is wearing Dolce & Gabbana's red mini dress, a popular brand, as well as a Christian Louboutin red heel, another well-known brand. I dreamed of wearing one day. Her hair is curly as usual, and Sookie wears a mini blue ripped short with a stylish black blouse that's fitted to her body like a sports bra, sculpting her large breasts and a black heel.

Their youthful and kind image not gone just because of their ignorance. This could be quite a show. “It seems to me that the two of you still has the audacity to talk rubbish about the future bride of the Young Master of the Valencia household. Tell me, if Antony were to be with me right now, would you still make claims such as this one? When you yourself are not even wearing clothes of the same season, your top is featured in La Voule’s summer edition, but your skirt is from the spring breeze edition of Cheton Apparel? With such set up, you dare come to me speaking of such?” Crystal clicked her tongue slightly as her eyes keenly gazed on Dianne, then at Janice, distaste was painted all over

’ I said taking the torches under my arms and walking downstairs. Kyla’s POV: My mother had bought me the most gorgeous dress for the ceremony. It was a light cream mermaid dress, almost white, made entirely of sequins, that went down to my feet. It had elbow long loose sleeves and the cleavage made me blush, as the curve of my breasts could be seen. It fit perfectly on my body, and it showed all my curves. The length was perfect enough for me to be barefoot. I’d go in the water as human, and emerge from it as a vampire with unknown abilities. I had nothing to lose at that point of my life. Everything had been perfectly arranged and they fulfilled their part of the deal. I didn’t know if I w

My eyes slowly traveled up, and when they reached the face that belonged to the dress, I stopped breathing. No fucking way… Elyx turned with open arms like he was introducing a miracle. “I would like to present,” he declared, “the first mistress! Daughter of my loyal beta—Chrystal Wyrnsbane!” The crowd reacted instantly, a few standing in a show of support. After all, that was their very own Chrystal. “I’m not surprised,” Dylan muttered beside me. I tuned out his voice and looked to the side, at Kylan, who had completely gone still. One of his hands twitched on the table, while the other squeezed mine so hard it nearly crushed my bones.

The Duke relaxed by sitting on one of the chairs in his room, while Ariana followed by sitting on the bench opposite her grandfather. “Grandpa, I just used 1,300 gold coins to buy the freedom of two slaves in the battle arena. One is a teenager forced to become an arena fighter. While the other … I don't know much about her. But, she is a poor girl.” Since Ariana saw that her grandfather was tired, the girl didn't beat around the bush as she got straight to the point. Duke Andrew didn't look surprised either when he heard the news. The man just nodded, then looked at Ariana as usual.

Fay, your lip gloss is smeared!" Atrix informed me. "Wait! Don't click yet..." I said to Toben as the rest of the team grumbled playfully. I made to search for my lipstick in my white D&G bag, but Atrix dug hers out in a flash and handed it to me. I wiped off the smudged lip gloss with the tissue Becca handed me before applying a fresh coat on my lips. I flashed Atrix a smile, Atrix a member of the team named Beatrice but prefer to be called Atrix which sounds cool to me.

I'm not usually in for high heeled shoes but since we're making exceptions tonight, I'm wearing Louboutins, 6 inches high. One last look at the woman in the mirror. She looks so classy, so fancy, so wealth...all of the things I'm not. If you ask me, Kenzie Crane is awesome and no doubt, expensive as hell. Just my dress costs about twenty thousand dollars and don't get me wrong I love it but I think twenty thousand's a little too much for two long pieces of fabric with a few stitches here and there. I lean down to grab my satin wrap and my emerald clutch purse from the bed.

The grand chandelier in the opulent living room cast its golden light over the room, making the polished marble floor glisten. Diluc Neuvillette stood in the center, his sharp gaze fixed on Celeste Dunne. Celeste, elegant in a sapphire cocktail dress, was perched on the edge of the ornate sofa, her face a mask of carefully controlled composure. Celeste was always one for going overboard and it showed from the top of her head to the tip of her toes.