Duchess Satine Novels & Stories

"Well, yes. That's for a human's perspective. But for us-a noble or a mythical creature as what human history says-it's natural. We can live for millennia and tens and hundreds of it, not aging. We can even enter eternal slumber if we want to. "But that's not always the case. Sometimes, one can enter a force eternal sleep if they committed a crime that is too grave beyond comprehension and the risk being known to the world is high or they took offense to the humankind that we're supposed to take care." -Cassielle Elise D. Dairen, the daughter of the duke, Clyde Estreno D. Dairen. The unknown duchess.

Instead, I unzipped the bag, because curiosity was a bitch and because sometimes you need to wear proof that your world was changing without your permission. Inside was a dress— pale champagne satin, with a deep back and tiny diamond-like buttons down the spine. It shimmered like liquid light under the chandelier. “Try this,” she said gently. “It’s from Douceur.” “Douceur?” I asked, glancing at the tag. She smiled proudly. “A Parisian designer. The Alpha said the color reminded him of his mother.” I froze. “His mother?” Her nod was soft. “You’d look like light trapped in silk.”

He heard the soft click of the French door behind him and turned. Sabatine stood framed in the light from the villa. She wore a dress he’d never seen—a fluid column of emerald green silk that seemed to drink the twilight and glow with its own inner light. It was simple, sleeveless, cut to the delicate hollow of her throat, and it moved with her like water. Her hair was swept up in a loose knot, a few rebellious strands already escaping to curl at her nape. She wore no jewellery. She needed none.

“Duchess. You see, that’s what I decided to call you. I couldn’t go on with ma’am. It was getting to Monotonous and you’re a little too young to be called, ma’am. So . . .” “How did you come up with duchess for me?” she asked with slight suspicion. Does he know I’m rich? Caitlin had gotten her trust fund when she had turned thirty. So she had millions of her own. Plus, her father was worth billions, so when he died Caitlin would get a piece of his empire along with her sisters and cousins.

Luisette took her hand and made her stand up. She was well aware that every eye in the room had lifted to watch her as Luisette pulled her away from the chairs and to the back of the dais as Gene Florentine stepped up with a very pleased and triumphant grin on his immaculately cropped bearded face. Kat thought he looked like a super villain in the same way that Mikhail did with that sort of designer beard. Kat glanced over at Echron and met his leery gaze before quickly looking away again. She noticed Earl Valcour was standing close to Echron’s shoulder and whispering in his ear. “This is Katarina D’Basille…Katarina, dear, this is Marquis Florentine, next in line to the throne.”

"Right away, sir." Thirty minutes later, Darius stood in the center of a lavish, dimly lit hotel suite on the top floor of the Grand Regency. Sitting on the edge of the velvet sofa was a breathtaking woman named Amber. She possessed a striking, high-fashion face, silky blonde hair that fell in soft waves over her shoulders, and a stunning, voluptuous figure with deep curves, full breasts, and a tiny waist tucked into a tight red silk dress. In high-society circles, she was considered the pinnacle of physical perfection.

Darius thought that he had a pretty good guess of what Isabella wanted to talk to him about. “What is it that you wanted to talk about?” Darius asked directly. “What is it that you think that you’re doing?” the duchess asked as she narrowed her eyes at him. “I am not certain what you are referring to…” Darius replied calmly. The duchess took in a deep breath before letting out a loud and long sigh. She made her way to one of the chairs and slumped down onto it. Darius was surprised that her perfect posture was all but gone. What was left was the sight of a tired-looking lady that was trying to look younger than her actual years.

Seated at the front of the luxurious motorcycle, Tristan Vance held the handlebars with his steady hands, while Vivienne sat comfortably behind him that afternoon. Vivienne's curvy body, wrapped in a modern cream-colored knitted dress with a Korean aesthetic, fit her perfectly, radiating the dark charm of a cyber queen who had just claimed the highest throne in the international market that afternoon. Her long black hair swayed beautifully in the afternoon breeze.

Selene says and Zach swallows and glanced sideways at Wayne who was sitting a table away from theirs and watching them over the rim of his champagne flute. "I hate to keep a lady waiting....You're beautiful Selene" Zach grins as he trail his eyes down her figure clad in a v neck dress. Her long dark hair framed her face. Just with a dab of powder and lip gloss yet she looked breathtaking. she nods. "Yeah right I know" She leaned back into her seat as she let him feast his eyes on her. A waitress approaches their table. "I'd just have wine" Selene tells her and she nods, trying to keep the surprise off her face at the sight of Selene.

the duchess said as Jessie smiled at her. “Thank you, duchess,” she replied before the duchess smiled at her. “Just call me Becca,” the duchess said before they went to the divan and took their seats as they were waiting for the butler to come and serve the tea and scones for them.