Duchess Satine Novels & Stories

"And make sure the champagne is the '08 vintage, not the '12. The Duchess has a very unique taste in wines." "Yes, Mr. Riggs," the woman nodded, quickly taking down notes. "And the seating arrangement..." "Leave that to me," Dante cut her off. "I'll handle Ms. Calder's placement personally." As the event planner scurried off, Dante smiled in satisfaction. He had her now - the invitation had been the perfect lure. Just the mention of the Harlow board members and she'd immediately accepted. He could see it in her eyes when he'd mentioned it. Valerie Calder might be the so-called Duchess of New York, but every queen had her price.

Leaving the midwives and the lady in waiting to their miserable fate. ‘Help me,’ The duchess whispered in a raspy voice, ‘Please get it out of me.’ She sobbed weakly as her hands lay limp beside her. Her lady-in-waiting moved closer to her and bent forward to touch her belly. The spot where her hands rested lit up in a bright orange light, and the midwives shrank back in fear and shock. The servant stepped back and, in one command, ordered the midwives to cut through the duchess's abdomen.

his vizier added with reverent awe. Seated just to the king’s right, Aretha Santon, crowned as Princess Amarantha the Younger, barely suppressed her glee. Draped in pale pink and adorned with borrowed royal jewels, she tilted her head innocently. “I always knew Duke Cedric was pragmatic. Even after his little snub at the gala, this is a nice apology.”

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.

High time to regain control. He saw her sad gaze when he opened his eyes. He looked where Angelina was looking and met Livia’s eyes, back in the hall. The duchess had loosened her hair messed up by Reive. She looked splendid. Her wavy hair went down to her hips and shimmered with a buckwheat honey color. The necromancer frowned and, gritting his teeth, drew Angelina’s attention to back to himself, “Little one, do you want me to entertain you?”

"Madam!" "Madam!" The screams echoed from below. Every eye was fixed on the castle’s highest tower, where a woman in a blood-stained white gown stood precariously on the edge. Selene Moreau Leventis was the Duchess of Leventis. She was a woman known for her quiet, submissive nature. But now, she was standing in the most dangerous of places. The guards behind her moved with agonizing caution, fearing that a single misplaced step would send her plunging into the abyss.

What was this? The lady was very beautiful. She was dressed in a regal blue dress and her strawberry blonde hair was perfectly styled into a ponytail. “This is Yvonne Chenille, crowned princess of the prestigious Chenille pack.” Morteus cleared his throat. “We have brought her here because we believe that she would be the perfect Luna for you, Alpha.’

The moment we step through the entrance, Sid practically vibrates with excitement. Her eyes dart from one display to another. "Oh my Goddess." I laugh. "Are you alright?" "No." She points dramatically at a purple gown displayed on a raised platform. "Venus, look at that." I glance toward the dress. It's beautiful. Deep royal purple silk embroidered with golden thread. But before I can comment, Sid grabs my arm. "Do you know what that is?" "Uh…A dress?" She gasps in offense. "Venus, that's La Couronne Violette."

I confirm. Calvin's eyes widen in surprise as he hears the name. His fork pauses midway to his mouth, a look of astonishment crossing his face. “Serena, are you familiar with De Luca Couture?” he asks. As Calvin mentions De Luca Couture, I remember they're known for their haute couture. I see their exquisite dresses, adorned with intricate lace and shimmering beadwork, each piece a masterpiece of craftsmanship. I couldn't help but stop at their window displays when I passed by one of their shops.

Jean and Blair smiled for the photos, and then they entered. The woman wore a red satin Satén Porsche dress. The thin fabric hugged her curvaceous body, and it had an elegant mermaid train, which followed the open slit on her right leg. The straps of the dress were low, leaving her shoulders and cleavage exposed. She also wore long gloves on her hands, made of the same fabric as the dress. Father and daughter were the center of attention as soon as they walked through the doors of The Cosmopolitan. It was a charity auction, and there was a master of ceremonies leading the proceedings on stage, but that didn’t stop people from turning their gazes to Miss Collins as she walked by.