Duchess Satine Kryze Novels & Stories

He roared her name, the sound primal and terrifying, echoing through the cathedral. By the time the spots cleared from the guests' eyes, the altar was empty. Outside, a sleek black Ducati was idling near the side entrance. Sabizina tore the heavy lace skirt from her gown, revealing a pair of tactical leggings she had slipped on underneath. She threw the $100,000 bodice into the mud, kicked off her heels, and vaulted onto the bike. She glanced back at the cathedral doors just as Rage burst through them, looking like a demon unleashed from hell. His eyes found hers.

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.

“Do you know how to play Kiritte?” Alicia smiled. “Yes. I learned from my cousins in Coulson.” Mrs. Cessley nodded. “I understand. Then I’ll prepare the schedule accordingly so you’ll be able to participate in the game personally. There’s also an official invitation letter from Duchess Saphia inviting you to her domain to celebrate her birthday. What would you like to do?” Duchess Saphia was the noblewoman Alicia conversed with the most during the banquet held yesterday night. Alicia hadn’t developed any negative thoughts of her in the past, and public opinions of her from the nobility were generally favorable.

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.

All these he was doing was just to tease and intimidate her, to make a fool out of her just to get a kick out of it, and that made her dislike him even more. “Do you want me to touch you though, I mean is that what you crave?” he asked in a murmuring voice, his gaze locking onto hers, as he used his hand to push up her face, her jaw trembling. Chloe met his intense gaze, her mind momentarily blank as his scent intoxicated her senses. Zach’s natural scent, clean and musky, had an unexpectedly alluring effect on her, even though she liked when men wore some cologne. She mentally scolded herself, realizing she needed to regain control of her thoughts because it was either that, or she was in fo

André arched a brow at me “They are arguing over which dress I should wear. Katrina feels I should wear the traditional Incubi Luna gown.” Crista gestured to the black dress. André whistled, picking up the dress to touch it and investigate it. “Bis Bisnonna had style when she picked this dress to replace the dated one when she became Luna.” André nodded. “It’s stunning and very sexy. You’ll look hot. I hope we keep fire extinguishers on hand and a drool cup for Papa.” André winked.