Duchess Satine Novels & Stories

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.”

My best friend and I. A witch and a Fae from Whisperwood. I have the blood of a Seer. My three rune bones can see a kingdom's rise and fall. She's a gold-touched Fae. Born to attract wealth. One roll of the dice in a goblin casino, and she'd empty their vault. When we were eighteen, we found a disgraced Grand Duke in the capital's slums. His stepmother had thrown him out. We saved him. She amassed his gold. I spun his fate. We helped him claw his way back to the capital. He took back his land. His scepter. The first thing he did? He asked my best friend to marry him. They had a son. A gifted heir. I grew tired of the noble squabbles. I went back to my hidden cottage in the woods. Ten years l

Olaton said to me, holding out two passes and handing them to me. "Thank you, with this, it will also be much easier for us to enter the next city, but just now they called you Duchess? What's this about?" I asked, puzzled. "Because their duchess and I look very close to each other, so I can fool the others by putting on a little bit of clothing similar to hers." Mrs. Olaton took a picture out of her bag and handed it to me. I took a look at the person on it, and except for looking a little younger than Mrs. Olaton, the looks were indeed very similar.

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