Erica Duchess Novels & Stories

Leaving the midwives and the lady in waiting to their miserable fate. ‘Help me,’ The duchess whispered in a raspy voice, ‘Please get it out of me.’ She sobbed weakly as her hands lay limp beside her. Her lady-in-waiting moved closer to her and bent forward to touch her belly. The spot where her hands rested lit up in a bright orange light, and the midwives shrank back in fear and shock. The servant stepped back and, in one command, ordered the midwives to cut through the duchess's abdomen.

It read 8:23am. “Can you give me 15 minutes?” “Sure, take all the time you need.” Dukia quickly ran to the bathroom, brushed her teeth, washed her face and put on some powder and lipgloss she had found in one of the cabinets last night during her mini tour of the apartment. She changed into a lightweight floral gown and settled down in the sitting room. She called James back. On the screen, she saw a wiry bald old man, with a few graying hairs on his temple. She had a faint recollection of him from her childhood.

Life will never be in her favor, and you can’t protect her forever. I’m sorry that I’m rambling on in this letter; it isn’t fair to you to not know the extent of it. My name is Elianna; I am the duchess of North-Valley and the wife of the duke. I am also Deonna’s birth mother. I had an affair with one of our slaves and we had a child together. For a while, I thought maybe I could get away with pretending she was my husband. I thought maybe he wouldn’t know; if she came out light furred, then it would all be okay, and I wouldn’t have to worry about her safety. I know sometimes it’ll happen, where a dark-furred and a light-furred will conceive and have a child that is practically light-furred.

Use the fastest speed possible to clean up the battlefields in the house, then quickly clean up, brush your hair and change clothes. "Hello, ma'am." Brawen opened the door, stroked his chest, and bowed. Don't make fun of each other, how suddenly Julie's mother - Duchess Glacie is standing in front of the cottage? With her noble status, if she came here, surely the whole school students would have to line up to blow trumpets and greet her. How come she's the only one here? Looking at the Duchess Eira looking into the house, Brawen immediately understood the meaning of standing aside: "You can come in, but I told you first it's not very luxurious."

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 lady said and sia was shocked as to why she knew her name "Huh?"sia muttered in confusion and the lady chuckled and out her fork down and wiped her mouth with a napkin "Well don't be surprised darling...if it's you he always talks about then everyone is bound to know who his princess is...the man is madly in love "Erica said with a chuckle and Sia didn't get any of it

We follow him through a large living room and towards the dining and finally a transparent glass door that covers the span of a wall, outside is a set-up dinner table with a woman sitting at the head. The door is pushed open and we enter, the space is lit up by lights and candles, and the woman from earlier immediately sends me a death stare as soon as she sets her eyes on me. That immediately screams red flags but I let Dominic hand me a seat, I look around the table, Dominic has two sisters the first is Rachel DeLuca a young lady with a tall build, long dark hair, and bright blue eyes, and then Francesca DeLuca a tall and sturdy build, with bright blue eyes and dark long hair.

So what the hell was her suitcase doing in my living room? My fingers twitched at my sides. I looked at Evelyn. She didn’t say a word. Just lowered her eyes. Her lips were slightly parted, like she wanted to speak but couldn’t find the courage to do so. Before I could even turn to ask her, a voice rang out from behind the hallway. “Oh! You’re back!” I froze. Erica stepped out, wearing a tight satin dress like she was auditioning for a soap opera. Her fake smile was plastered across her face, her heels clacking dramatically on the floor as she strutted forward, confident and dangerous.

Luca opens his tablet pointing at a landmark for me “We have one of our cats and also one of our strongest hotels in his territory Damune. Are you willing to sacrifice that for Eru?” “Yes, I am” I reply without mincing words. Throughout the ride to the meeting, all Luca did was think of a way to remind me that Eric is a forbidden territory something I should not delude myself into thinking I can have. The fact that I allied with his mum, that he is Katheyine’s fiancé. The fact that I have lain awake and considered before I decided to be with him. Ashley is the one who opens the door for me when we get there. She is wearing plain black trousers and a shirt with her pistol visible.

The Duke asked softly. She blinked and saw a vivid picture. Eric's warm bloodied body on the cold ground, his quiet, still face, a wet patch on his shirt from her tears. Her breath caught. Would she ever forget? "He bled out on the top of the hill at Westside Manor." She almost cried. With a sniff, she added. "It was my birthday."