Duchess Satine Novels & Stories

I walked in to Chanel, already feeling lightheaded from the three price tags I had seen while passing through. But then I saw it, the perfect dress. It was shaping the body of a mannequin and it seemed too perfect to be true. It was black satin and went just under the kneecaps. Classy, elegant with a hint of sexy. The chest part was lace and it showed quite a bit of cleavage, but not too much to where I'd be labeled a hore by the socialite police. The arm straps were thin spegtti straps and the closer I got, the more certain I became.

Natalia nodded and excused herself. Natalia entered the room where the celebration was set to take place, greeted by familiar faces. "Aren't you with Blanche, Mom?" Venus asked, wearing a form-fitting, dark-colored dress that elegantly accentuated her figure. The high neckline and tailored waist provided a sleek silhouette, enhancing her confident posture while allowing for ease of movement. She paired the dress with stylish black high-heeled pumps that added to her height, giving her an air of authority; the sleek design featured a slightly pointed toe, exuding sophistication.

The rustle of delicate parchment filled the silence. Suddenly, one gown stood out, distracting her from the anger simmering beneath her. The gown was a masterpiece of refined sensuality. The gown featured a sleek, body-hugging silhouette in pure white silk. The corseted bodice molded perfectly to the figure, accentuating every curve without excess. Hand-stitched lace cascaded from the sweetheart neckline and trailed seamlessly into the long, flowing train. It was sophisticated, bold, and undeniably modern. “I want this one, Tita,” Beatrice declared, tapping the image with a manicured finger.

PRINCESS DACIANA The laces of my corset tightened further, squeezing the very breath from my lungs. I felt the rigid bones press into my ribs, forcing my spine to straighten. My chin lifted as if pulled by an invisible thread. The maids moved with swift precision around me, their deft fingers tugging, smoothing, and adjusting every fabric fold of my gown. The scent of lavender clung to the air, heavy from the sachets they had tucked into the crevices of my wardrobe.

She had a small purple cloak over her shoulders and a beautiful diamond tiara in her red/gold hair, the Commentator was all but drooling over her, ‘Now ladies and gentlemen, this beautiful young woman is the Duchess of Cheshire who had just returned to this country after living with our lovely neighbours from across the pond for the past seven years. I have to say the young Duchess has the most incredible hair I have ever seen, look at the color, it seems to change in the sunlight’

I rolled my eyes "You're one hell of a favorite Roseanna" Selene laughed "come here for a minute let's eat " She called out so I stand up and walks towards the chair beside her. "Damn those immature freaks. Just wait till I became the chief director" I said irritated. "Yeah, yeah. Your wish will be granted soon eat up" Selene "This is just TSS! I'm so tires damn it," "What? Like modeling better?" "Uh-huh! That's because I'm good at it and they treat me well" I said

I’ll try to leave this bad experience behind and focus on my future with Atticus. My ceremony dress is inspired by the famous Art Deco fashion designer Madeleine Vionnet. Is golden with shiny bead threads that accentuate my best features, it pop ups my cleavage and hugs my hips. I look spectacular. The fabric has a satin linen and when I move, it makes a ruffle sound as it drapes down my hips ending in a little tail that pools around my feet. “You look gorgeous, my Luna.” One of the Omegas says. “You look like royalty.” Said another.

By the looks of it, she didn’t have much choice. Juliet chatted all the way downstairs about where they were going to go shopping, while Anna scanned her lavish surroundings with all the apprehension of an ordinary person suddenly waking up to find themselves lost in a royal palace. But the instant her insecurity was ready to rise, she crushed it flat and refused to acknowledge those feelings. Haerton castle was going to be her home, no matter how short it was going to last, and the last thing she wanted was to be a duchess who lacked self-esteem.

Tall, dark red stilettos. She’s wearing a sating dress that clings onto her body perfectly, complemented by the dazzling jewelry around her neck and wrists. Her hair, her smile, her eyes, she looks incredible. I soon realise that she is not the woman I met last night. Something has changed, and her aura has shifted into something dangerous. Tristan’s body is still turned to me, but his eyes are fixed on Bella, with his lips slightly parted in awe. Her scent fills the room. “Miss Ward, please have a seat.”