Duchess Satine Kryze 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!”

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?"

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

I said inaudibly, and he chuckled. "Thank you, my little doll." His hands left my lap as he drove into a parking lot. He stepped down and pulled the door open for me, holding me close to him as we made our way into the building. ********** "Ladies and gentlemen, next up is lot 17, the Azure Embrace necklace. It is a stunning one-of-a-kind masterpiece by Maison Dumont, featuring a 2-carat oval-cut sapphire, surrounded by a halo of round brilliant diamonds, bidding begins at three million dollars

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.

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.

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

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.