Duchess Satine Novels & Stories

Her gown is a masterpiece. "Oh, speaking of you..." Adonis smiles, immediatdiately, Caitrona turns to take a look at the person. This girl... She mutters as her smiling expression was quickly replaced with shock. Adonis smiles. "Caitrona this is Madame Duilio. Madame Duilio, this is my wife, Caitrona Dellucci!" Madame Clelia Tussauds Duilio, Milan richest female, Auction founder. Caitrona stretch out her hand for an handshake. With her normal genuine smile as usual. "Nice to meet you Madame Duilio,"

It glistens in twos. Not only that. Wearing the sleeveless satin dress also exposes the white and clean Rosetta’s neck and shoulders. There’s nothing wrong with her skin. A choker of satin ribbons and a pink jewel necklace around the neck of the band, addressing the degrees of Rosetta as the future Duchess Riverdale. “I shall not lose to anyone!“ murmured Rosetta, smiled in front of the mirror. Her face had natural makeup. Not diminish her beauty. Moreover, her thin lips seem more sensual when applied with lip balm from the scented rose.

He rebuked when he sniffed the paper. “Duchess Calliope, woman fluent in eight languages and comes from a noble house situated in the hills of Milena. Her family is notorious for possessing a numerous army. One who may speak to her, agrees to be charmed by her…” He opened the third one. “Lady Diene…” “Baroness Itzel…” “Princess Arlet…” "Lady Seline..." “Duchess Katrina…” He read her seven letters and finally turned to her with a baffled expression on his face.

It's for exactly that reason that Jess and Dani have keys to my front door. "So. No date tonight with the big, bad werewolf?" Danette duBois plopped down onto a couch. "Spill, cherie. We want to hear everything." Dani had been a courtesan at the court of Louis XIV, but she'd adapted beautifully to modern life and idioms. Her sleek curves were hugged by a pair of black jeans and a low-cut black silk sweater. Her bright red hair curled wildly, almost to her waist.

“I happen to have just had two new ones made and I thought this blue would compliment her eyes. I loved the colour, but it does not suit me well. We will just have some maids fit it to her before her ride. It won’t take long.” “What is a devantiere?” “Well,” the Duchess said, blushing slightly, “it is a French invention. A most useful but slightly scandalous dress. I’m sure if the Duke knew what they were about I would not be permitted to own one, but they are most practical. You see?” She held the top of the dress to her chest and lifted one side of the skirt out showing a long slit right up the back of it. “Oh my!”

Duchess Alice is trying to make Cathy wear every dress she buys. "Caisen…" Caisen’s heart softened when he saw how tired Cathy is and how much she begs in her words. Duchess Alice turned around and looked at Caisen, then brought her gaze back to Cathy. "What are you calling him for? Do you think he knows something that only women know? He could wear whatever he wanted since he is a man with a well-built body and a handsome face. No matter what he wore, it would be good for him."

Violette, who knows the safe rank would be silent, everyone thought she was crazy under her shabby old and full clothes of warp, she dressed only in black, and the wave of wool, which covered more than half of her face, hid her pure femininity, no one saw her brown hair curls, no one discerned her eyes bright with a clear blue, and she had become a wicked woman had offended the world in every way, but the one who endured so kindly was the Duchess of Livorno, a young lady hidden from prying eyes, but exceedingly beautiful in the light of the opaque, who made Luigi d'Ampezzo look an indr perfectly finished, but the duchess did not show herself to anyone and knew Ferroni's secret that the great

Every tilt of her head, every soft laugh, was calculated to charm. It was a performance I had watched before, in another life. I knew exactly where the cracks lay. “Lady Serina,” the Duchess of Vayle greeted me as I entered. Her eyes skimmed over my silver gown modest in cut, but embroidered with patterns of black thorns climbing from hem to hip. “A bold choice.” “Boldness is the only fashion worth keeping,” I replied, smiling faintly. I could feel eyes following me as I crossed the floor. Cassian was there already, lounging against a pillar near the wine tables, his expression one of casual boredom though I knew better.

I scream however I'm all alone, there's no one else to save me from the darkness that was slowly engulfing me completely. I wake up with a jump, my breathing was labored and I was sweating with the sheet completely soaked in sweat, these nightmares tormented me every night, I no longer knew what to do, I walked to the balcony of my room and leaned there, watching the stars, they always calmed me down on my worst nights, these terrible dreams always brought me the worst memories I've ever lived in my entire life, when I was sixteen I met the most beautiful girl I had ever seen, my father King Richard had decided to give a welcome ball for the King of Russia, Louise was in a red dress with a g

Whatever it was, it sounded dangerously hot. Strangely, it was Baron who drove me to the salon. I sat in the backseat, low-key terrified of my driver. I found a posh-looking salon inside the mall. At the reception desk, the lady asked if I had a booking. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know I needed one—” “She’s with me,” a familiar voice cut in smoothly. Duchess appeared like she owned the place, looking stunning in a sleek black outfit, plum hair cascading down her back. “I’ll handle her personally.”