Duchess Satine Novels & Stories

- A prince. Inside, Lady Jane Delacroix paced by the grand staircase, her fingers tightening around her pearl necklace. “He’s here,” she whispered, voice tight with hope and calculation. “Celestine, posture, remember what I taught you.” Celestine, adorned in a silver gown that hugged her slender frame, smiled at her reflection in the gilded mirror. “Don’t worry, Mother,” she said, brushing a golden curl behind her ear. “This time, he will choose me. I am what nobles dream of.”

Ever since Vanessa reunited with her boyfriend, the two girls rarely spend time together anymore. It would be great to bond with each other at this party while the men do their things. After showing their invitation cards, the two lovebirds made their way to the Hall. The room was already packed with people. The elites from high society dressed in designer suits and evening gowns were interacting with each other. Usually, David never bothers to attend such events. He would rather donate and keep his name anonymous but today, he had another reason for coming here. There was going to be an auction after the gala and he had come here to buy the " heart of the seas" ring.

He stepped aside, inviting her into the opulent suite. ‌ Vanya entered, her eyes immediately drawn to the sprawling space adorned with luxurious furnishings and tasteful decor. It was a stark contrast to her own modest surroundings, reminding her of the different worlds they inhabited. ‌ Gustav motioned for her to sit, and they settled into plush armchairs facing each other. Vanya retrieved her smartphone, her fingers swiping through the photo gallery until she found the pictures she had taken of the blueprint. She handed the phone to Gustav, her voice laced with a mix of excitement and trepidation.

she heaved out a sigh. Martina grinned. “From what I heard Maximus was a cold-hearted billionaire. He doesn’t care about what anyone thinks of him. He just wants his money and his power. Come to think of it, he’s thirty-five and yet he’s still single. I haven’t heard any news about his love life—” “There’s one that’s rumored to be his girlfriend her name is Vivienne Durand,” she answered. “Vivienne Durand, you mean the French-American fashion icon? The one who made her name her own clothing brand, cosmetic brand, and the owner of many boutiques here and abroad?” her eyes shines as she asked.

She’s so popular in the whole campus that even other universities know of her name. With those dark black velvet hair that reaches to her waist, the tall and voluptuous figure of a woman, and those mesmerizing sharp hazel colored eyes, her pointed nose perfectly accentuates her face plus the plump red lips that even Jolie can’t compare to. She’s like an aristocratic lady living in the 20th century. They call the “duchess” , it fits her, she looks so prim and proper, her elegance shows in every move she does. We are not friends or best pals, but we have hung out ever since we’ve been seatmates on one of our major subjects. I find it amazing but we clicked and ever since then I have come to be

Ironclad: That’s a name I haven’t heard in a long time. The Duchess: Any ideas on where I might find him? Ironclad: Him, not exactly. His partner, yes. The Duchess: Who am I looking for? Ironclad: Her name is Justine Campbell. As far as I know, she isn’t associated with any clubs, she’s just a civilian. The Duchess: Thanks, Ironclad. I owe you one. Ironclad: No problem, Duchess. Once this is over, I’d love to look at a treaty between the Valkyrie and the Gearless Knights if you’re willing.

She will try her best not to lock horns with Duchess today. “Ladies, please officially meet Mrs Katherine Analise DaCosta,” Duchess said with a flourish. “Please, call me Kate,” said Kate. “This is my very good friend, Penelope Green,” Duchess said, indicating the beautiful mocha-skinned woman dressed in a shimmery black gown. Penelope Green is a woman in her early fifties who appeared to have invested heavily in cosmetic surgeries, Botox, and fillers. Kate would later realize that Penelope’s hair was a well-installed lace wig.

Slowly, he wiped his eyes with his palm as he stood and walked to the door. The door opened slowly and, the duchess and her sister sat on the floor before the door holding hands in prayer. They stood quickly at the sight of Batard. Everybody stood starring at the floor in silence until the duchess spoke. "Batard!" "My duchess, the woman is no longer with us. Forgive me for failing you." Abeti was dumbfounded and lost as she watched Khark Sterg big stomach dissolve and something rolled down from her waist to the edge of her gown. Then a mild cry.

“A victim?!” Helena sighed before explaining, “Like earlier… the clothes the Duchess wore were unique. We had never even known about them before. Then there is Caihina. The Duchess always says she comes from Caihina. Those two things alone already show that the Duchess is a completely different entity from the Athaleyah Galina we thought we knew. And more than that, she has made no attempt to hide her true identity at all.” Hugh stared at Helena sharply, the suspicion inside him still far from fading.

The loud rumbling of her stomach came to her as ordered. "I'm starving," she said. The ceremonial hall in Albany Hall was full of holes. Guests flocked from all sides to see the new duchess, the woman who won Theo Smith's heart and made him finally stand on a crazy stone. Theo spotted Josephine at the other end of the room talking to his sister Gwen and a couple standing next to them. She wore a beautiful ivory silk dress with a deep neckline on the back. He gave her a necklace with an emerald pendant and the Josephine earrings, which fit perfectly with the dress. Her slender, tanned leg protruded through the slit on her right, ending in an elegant sandal with ten inches high heels. She was