Duchess Satine Novels & Stories

“7:15. You missed supper, but Dom said they would get you food when you leave.” If I even eat at all… “I can’t believe I slept that long.” I watched as Brittany laid out four different dresses on the bed. They were all vastly different. My eyes was drawn to the black dress. It had a built-in choker of diamonds. The straps were also diamonds that lead to a deep V neckline. In the middle of the choker was a single string of diamonds that ran to the bottom of the V. It ended right below where my boobs should be. The whole thing was fitted but the left side had diamond straps starting from my hip to my mid thigh, exposing my whole left thigh. The back was completely open to my ass. Brittany watc

Her eyes filled with terror. "Where am I? Who am I," She curled up in the fetal position. "I suppose I am up," Warren approached Duchess at a slow and steady rate, "Your name is Duchess, and you died a day ago. We bought you to Tsonoqua to bring you back to life. What do you remember?" Duchess held her head, "I remember a strange powder, and getting sick, and then nothing," Duchess saw the raven woman, "I remember you, we were supposed to take a journey, right?"

Speaking next was a stern but also attractive man with dark blue hair that reminded Maria of the night sky and silver eyes that glittered like the moon. "Honey, I missed you~!" Running forward and happily throwing her arms around the duchess's neck, with no regards for manners, was a lively and stunning petite woman. Her long, dark-pink curly pigtails flew behind her. Upon seeing these three attractive figures, something in Maria's head clicked. 'Ah, that's right! These three are Duchess Dior’s lovers! I almost forgot that in this world polygamy is legal!'

Even though she knew how the night would end, she was committed. That evening, Michaela Roberts from the United States was going to seduce His Royal Highness, Massimiliano Federico Arturo di Montbéliard, Prince of Carpathia, Duke of Avernos. ********** The glow of the candlelight bathed Michaela’s skin in golden warmth. And there was a lot of bare skin on display. Her barely-there midnight-blue satin gown clung to her every curve and showed off the swell of her breasts, her lovely shoulders, her perfect legs. And when Maxim had pulled her chair out for her and she’d turned to look before sitting, he’d been unable to tear his gaze away from her perfect, rounded derriere.

Chiffon. “Do you like this?” Camilla asked, dropping a magazine on Hana’s lap. The picture was of a model in a pink dress with half of her back visible. Her front was covered with lace trimmings on the hem of her dress. “The Duchess first episode is airing soon. I figured you would need something for the red carpet. I can’t have my sister looking less than spectular when I’m staring in that movie.” Hana blushed. “Thanks. I didn’t know you were an actress,” she confessed. Kyle never mentioned that aspect of his sister’s life to her. “The duchess? Sounds like the title of a book I know.”

Suddenly, Chantelle's eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at Delcan. A smile spread across her face, and she reached up to touch his cheek. "Hi," she said softly. Delcan felt his heart skip a beat. He had never seen her look at him like that before. "I didn't mean to wake you," he said, his voice low and gentle. Chantelle sat up and took his hand in hers. "You didn't," she said. "I was just resting my eyes." She looked down at the outfit she was wearing and blushed. "What do you think?"

Scarlett I entered a beautiful, warmly lit room with a polished, four-sitter, premium-crafted wooden dining table. The type my father had. The wood shined, and it was beautiful. The dining room was a bit ostentatious, but the alpha was rich, so he had money to spare. I was given a place to sit, I was the only one there, and I felt a bit weird. The beige dinner gown I wore was the only reason I didn't feel out of place. Who would have thought a random man I stopped on the highway would lead me here?

At the Lunch Table CLICK! CLACK! CLICK! Princess Sabrina walked down the stairs in her turquoise gown and wearing glass heels that matched with her gown, and her maids trailed after her. "Sabrina please come and sit here," Duchess Serena motioned toward the seat next to her. When the Princess heard that, she sighed heavily. She had no choice but to follow what the duchess asked her to do. She walked over to the table where the Duchess was sitting.

I yelled, trying to grab it back, but Nicholas’ hand landed on my shoulder. “Chill,” he said softly, pretending to be calm, but I knew better. He was scared. Not of the truth, but of the woman staring down at me. Caroline Deluch. The French fashion titan. A woman with a trillion-dollar empire, a living legend. I admired her, but right now, all I felt was disgust. The jacket was shaken violently and something fell. A diamond necklace hit the floor, glittering under the lights. My lips froze mid-breath.

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.