Duchess Satine Novels & Stories

It was like seeing a goddess. Her hair was a pale purple–a faint lavender, it seemed to reflect a cool cold light. Her eyes were closed, and her body looked tiny on the giant wolf's back. But oh, her face was a face that wouldn't be forgotten in everyone's mind, easily imprinted on their memories. This was the second time they had seen their new Duchess figure. The first time was during the Old Duke's victory party after the war in the West. And at that time, the Luna was wearing a formal dress.

Same goddamn eyes. She sat near the front like she owned the air around her. Her fingers danced along her wine glass,delicate, bored, lethal. My heart stuttered once. Just once. Then they brought out item three, A diamond-studded choker once worn by a duchess who supposedly slit her husband’s throat with it. I wasn’t interested. Until she lifted her paddle. “One million.” I smirked. “Two million.” She didn’t flinch. “Five million.” I leaned forward.

⇜ ♡♡♡ ⇝ LUCAS. A warm smile tugged on my lips the moment Katarina ascended to the stage with Sofia and Celeste. She had a rose gold strapless gown with a sweetheart neckline that perfectly accentuated her collarbones. All of them looked beautiful, like goddesses, but I knew in my heart that in a room full of beautiful females, no one could beat my Luna.

I betted my lashes like a bloated goat. So...Anna's full name is Annaliese. Sounds wonderful. I walked out of the room shortly. * * Duchess Tetrazzini was already at the hall with Manuel. What's he doing here? I thought she said we were done with the dancing routine. "Good morning, my lady" I said and took her stretched hand. I placed a soft kiss on it and let go. The duchess was wearing a big smile.. "Perfect hand-kiss, dear" She commended and my ego bloomed.

The tea set was edged in gold. Her grandmother, Aurelia Devereux, wore a peignoir and red lipstick at noon and referred to herself only as “Madam.” Madam had once run the most exclusive pleasure salon in Europe—discreet, decadent, and whispered about in embassies and royal families alike. “Tell me, my little diamond,” she purred, brushing Dominique’s hair with an ivory comb. “Do you know the difference between obedience and surrender?” “One is forced,” Dominique said. “The other is given.”

Emily St. Laurent, the Duchess of Essex, sat in the drawing room of Lord Denbruck's townhouse in Mayfair, sipping tea. Beside her, Horatia and Audrey were also holding teacups. Lord Denbruck, an older man who still bore the vestiges of his handsome features, had been delighting the ladies with tales of his youth.

It was not like she did not have maids to take care of her in the Maximillan duchy, but she was so busy that she could barely take rest, so taking a good bath was out of the question. “Ah, how serene!” she muttered as she leaned in the bath. Her whole body was being taken care of with utter attention. “Young Duchess is very beautiful,” one of the maids said. “The young duchess’s skin is very soft and fair.” “The young duchess’s hair is very long and silky. The silver hair looks very good and elegant.” “The young duchess’s eyes are just like rubies. So beautiful!” I know guys, I know. Alessandra is beautiful, freaking beautiful, thanks to Duke Albert’s extraordinary genes. But the thing is, i

Hearing the woman's screams and the mention of 'Her Grace', General Dion finally realized his mistake and hastily lowered his sword again. From start to finish, the girl who had been threatened just smiled gently while looking at them. The girl stopped as her maid was about to put on her body for her. Furthermore, the girl even introduced herself respectfully to Princess Elle. “Sorry if I startled you, Your Highness. Then, please forgive my maid's disrespect as well. I, Duchess Alison, greet Her Highness, Princess Elle. May health and prosperity always be with you.”

Daphne stepped out of the elevator with the same flawless confidence she had weaponized years ago. With her long curly brown hair, and expensive coat draped over her arm like she was in the middle of a photoshoot, she drew attention to herself effortlessly. Her blue eyes scanned the area like a hawk. She chuckled slightly. How lovely. Daphne Cooper. The face of the fashion brand, ‘Sattire.’ The elegant supermodel.