Duchess Satine Kryze Novels & Stories

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.

DUCHESS 43 Violetta Suzette Perues was her name before she became queen. And even then, she was the fairest of them all. Her hair as black as ebony, her lips are red as blood and her skin as white as snow, many people swooned over her, both male and female wanted to be with her, wanted to own her. Many people would flock around her and would surround her whenever she is in the proximity, they would always try to talk to her and would always try to be close to her as proximity may allow--- they would do their best to be at skin to skin contact to her--- they would do their best to hold her.

Zale's mother paused and looked at grandpapa saying that he should the one to say it. "It was to gather the heirs of each throne. The heir of the Fire's Throne, Seraphina Agni, the heir of the Ocean's throne, Zale Altan. The two of you who are together meaning that you are about to be completed." He said. I am the heir of the Fire's throne, a title that holds so much power. It's like next to being a God. Zale patted my shoulder and nodded at me. I looked at the scenery, there is nothing to see but the vast ocean. I sighed.

Lune watched from her private chamber, a whirlwind of emotions swirling inside her—excitement, fear, and an overwhelming sense of vulnerability. Dressed in a stunning white gown that hugged her curves in all the right places, Lune felt both beautiful and anxious. The fabric flowed elegantly around her as she moved, and the intricate lace details added a touch of ethereal grace. Her hair was styled flawlessly, cascading down her shoulders in soft waves, and delicate flowers were woven into her locks. She could hardly recognize herself in the mirror; she felt like a queen ready to step into a new life.

"Kris, how can you not be tempted to open a gift?" "Because, I didn't want one," She replied glumly. "Come on, I will show you," Kristen took out a huge box which was wrapped in silver. As fastidious as she was, Kris carefully removed the gift wrap unlike me who would have torn it in no time. Beneath it lay a huge black box with Chanel written on it. "Chanel?" I giggled and Kris looked almost sick. Inside the box, was a carefully wrapped purple dress alongside which in another box was a matching clutch to go with. The dress was even simpler than mine. It was one side-sleeved dress with intricate pleats starting right from the shoulder and a beautiful thin belt embedded with silver stones.

Aldric said, finally forcing the word out of his mouth that had gone completely dry. “Don't Rhett me. Want to start explaining!” Rhett growled his eyes glowing, Hendrix was on the verge of pushing the shift, Rhett was fighting him back. “I-.” Aldric started to say but heard Satine let out a slow breath followed by her voice. “Evening Rhett. I am Satine Alpha of the RedWood pack. “ Satine said from the doorway of the kitchen, half in and half out of it. “I honestly dont give a fuck who you are. Aldric you better say something. For fuck sake your completely naked.” Rhett growled, his body beginning to twitch a little, he held up Aldric’s crushed cell phone.

As she was about to tell Suzie off for buying heaps of things for herself, she noticed Suzie bringing the countless bags of stuff toward her instead. “Madam, these are all from Ms. D’Cruz.” Suzie placed them on the table. Every wrapping bag on the table had logos of international luxury brands. “Waverly D’Cruz?” Susan’s face seemed to have eased as she simply unwrapped one bag, which revealed a purple silk gown, grand and expensive.

Duchess Selene gibed at Ladia's face. Duchess Selene, the youngest duke of the empire, was a prodigy from birth who rose to the rank of a duke at just 26 years of age. She attained the title of S-class at the age of 22. A Master of poison arts, even while being the duke with the lowest level, none would dare stand in her path.

It's a limited edition dress, priced at over six digits. "Her purse is made out of albino crocodile skin. It's a limited edition from Hermes! Regular people don't even qualify to purchase that!" "Is it just me who's interested in her hair tie? I'd love to get a replica of that!" "I hereby declare that regardless of how poor her medical skills are, I will be a fan because of her beauty!" Douglas nodded and said, "When I last saw Ms. Skye Carter, she was in the operating room.

Vanessa gripped her hair tightly with both hands and rolled on the bed in frustration. "What is this? What is this? Ahh!", she shouted in a high-pitched voice as she wriggled her legs angrily on the bed. She suddenly thought of something and she got up from bed. She smirked at her wise personality. She got up from the bed and walked to the dressing mirror. She used her hand to make her hair neat back. After she was done, she walked out of her room in her spaghetti straps yellow short dress. The dress reached just above her knees, somewhere in her mid-thighs.