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.

Caitlin put a place card to the left of the head of the table that said, Alexander Beaumont. **** Alexander sat on the edge of his bed as he slowly slipped on a pair of Valencia Italian shoes. He had been thinking about his duchess almost constantly for the past few days. He had thought about her every day since she left him but more recently. So much more, that he could barely concentrate to get any work done.

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.”

I asked him. Luca clenched his jaw in anger and jerked his head. “She lives alone and on the Caputo side of town, she’s too scared to refuse your sister's service from what I understand she’s being forced to make her wedding dress,” “Becca, do you happen to know if any purchases have been made on this endeavor?” I asked her. Becca shuffled through the file until she handed me an invoice. It was for Duchess Satin, twenty yards. Free. Of. Charge,” I growled when I saw the cute, perfect, spiraled signature of my sister at the bottom.

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.

The guest already arrived consisting of the Duchess Magrette and daughters. They already introduced themselves. Rosie Eden the dukes first daughter who has a dark sea blue eyes but had an air of arrogance around her. Maybe she felt that vida and Katie aren't a strong competition. She didn't even return the greeting's of Katie. Cathy Eden she also has a snobbish air, her brown chocolate eyes are a little catchy though Magrette Eden the mother, she kind of looks down on people vida noticed but didn't say anything. " Greetings Your highness" she gave a Curt bow to Alexander, her actions urging the girls to do so.

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.

He had already dressed some of the biggest names in society. My attention snapped to the curtain at the far end when Kiel Del Rio himself emerged. “Mr. Alfonso, your bride is ready,” he announced. I straightened and waited as he drew the fabric aside. It was like watching a scene from a film. The curtain opened, and there she was—Millicent—standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror in a wedding gown. For a moment, the world stopped turning. The gown was duchess satin—sleek and understated, the kind of elegance that didn’t need crystals to be noticed. Pure. Clean. Almost sinful to look at for too long, yet I couldn’t tear my eyes away.