Duchess Swan Mga Nobela at Kwento

Her luxury lifestyle wishes came true in a snap: King size bed, sophisticated lights, lavender scents all over the place and expensive furniture are all in one room. In just a blink of eye, a duck turned into a swan princess who woke up in a foreign place. "W-Where am I?" The rushed of sitting up and the hope to find an answer or a help by looking around means she was brought here by unknown person. Shallow breathing escaped out from her trembling lips as the memories of that night are gradually coming back:

His small hands clutched at my clothes, his eyes brimming with tears. "Mommy, I didn’t… I didn’t do anything wrong." His voice cracked. "She broke my LEGO on purpose, and then she called me a love child… She said we don’t belong in our own house!" "Ryder Quinn!" Michael’s roar shook me. "Lying at your age already? Nina was just curious. She barely touched your LEGO. And you twist it into something like this to slander her? Looks like if I don’t teach you a lesson today, you’ll never learn."

Saturday Morning: Dante's Mansion Dante surveyed the decorations going on in his backyard with critical eyes. The workers had transformed it into something out of a fairy tale - white tent pavilions adorned with countless twinkling lights, ice sculptures placed at every corner, and exotic flowers arranged so lavishly that they looked almost unreal. But was it enough to impress *her*? "More orchids on the main tables," he barked at the event planner who was nervously standing by his side. "And make sure the champagne is the '08 vintage, not the '12. The Duchess has a very unique taste in wines."

Letitia asked shielding her maid from the scary man's view. "I believe he would tell you himself. We should leave now if we want to enter Kerstone early." He replied instead and turned around walking ahead. "He's the Duke of Kerstone." Constance mumbled to Letitia's hearing and Mateo stopped abruptly. He sighed before he turned around to a place faced Letitia and a red faced Constance. "My lady?" He called. Letitia gulped harshly. The Duke of Kerstone? Then she was dead! "My lady?" Mateo called shaking her a little and she gasped looking up at him.

the duchess from the south, duchess Lenkov, said, kissing my fingers. “Greetings, duchess Lenkov. Nice to meet you. I have heard a lot about you and your grand boutique.” “Your grace is indeed special. It’s an honour to be recognised by you. Rumours weren’t wrong and then I saw you fight prince Hikari myself. I still cannot believe what I saw. You are strong, yet you haven’t lost your feminine energy at all. Now you are the second strongest werewolf in our whole pack. How do you feel?” She asked, her hands elegantly, holding the hand fan.

My dragon clawed around the base of the tree wanting to finish the job. “Why are you here?” As much as my hunch told me they were looking for Odessa, I didn’t want to believe it. Maybe they were hunting someone else. “Some slave to the Duke in Vamparia,” he rasped. “Please let me go.” I snarled, my fire burning into my neck. “What slave?” I pushed. “A girl named Odessa. She is the Duke’s old blood bag. She is supposed to become the duchess. Taking her as a mate,” his breathing labored, spat out blood from his mouth. Blood pooled at the base of the tree, surely a gash in his gut.

Cassian cut down an assassin who lunged too close, his blade flashing like silver fire. Another serpent charged at me, dagger raised. I twisted aside, seizing his wrist and driving his own blade into his chest with cold precision. He crumpled at my feet, his blood soaking into the dust. Gasps rippled through the crowd. The duchess is fighting once again not cowering, not fleeing, but standing. The serpents hissed curses, their leader snarling from atop a stall. “You will not wear the crown, Valcrest! Your blood will drown it!”

Emerson saw me and waved me over. “Prince Charlie, this is the woman of the night, my sister, Princess Erza.” He said as Prince Charlie gave me a geeky smile before taking my hand in his and kissing it. Sure, the girls were right, he did have a charm around him. The blond hair and pale blue eyes helped in his favor.

In a kingdom named Drachentia, there lived a kind-hearted Princess that earned the nickname Drachentia Kingdom’s Winter Flower. Born from the esteemed Duke of Mountravven family. Her name is Fuschia Mountravven. However, after becoming a Crown Princess, her nature was exposed.

In the end, Clare did nothing but stared. The Duchess had those piercing sea-blue eyes that seemed almost glacial. Her waist-length hair was all shiny like spun gold and nicely curled at the ends despite being otherwise naturally straight. She had well-defined luscious lips that set in perfect proportion with her high nose. Though slender, Violet Wintour still gave off an air of regality and power.