Erica Duchess Novels & Stories

Irene was pouring water into glasses. Drew sat down, observing Erica. Erica's fingers were elegant, with well-manicured nails, and her skin was flawless and radiant even without heavy makeup. Her slender yet slightly curvy figure, almost 170 cm tall, made her look like a model straight out of a TV commercial. Erica also had a pleasant scent, her expensive perfume filling the room with its fragrance.

Walker said, downing the last of what would be at least his fourth beer, “But some have already done the job or they’re in hiding.” “Done the job?” Eric asked. “Suicide—murder...then it’s all covered up by the witches or their covens..” “Thought you were briefed?” “Thought they were lying,” Eric admitted,shuddering, “My awakening hasn’t even started yet, man. What the hell do I do if I get that shit at the ball?” “Did you get an invite?” “I did...finally..” Eric said, “Jadis said they’re pairing me with some professor’s daughter from Rhode Island. What if I fall under their spell?”

She leaned in, clutching my hand, her voice a frantic whisper. "Is Chadwick in the Mafia or a secret heir or something? Danny, look at this place!" I looked around. I had grown used to the gold leaf and the silent guards, but seeing Erica in her thrifted hoodie standing next to a vase that probably cost more than our tuition made the divide feel real. "Well... probably or not." Erica’s eyes brightened, that manic energy coming back ten times stronger. She gripped my hand tighter, her face dead serious. "From this day henceforth, I am your humble servant."

Yet he is the one who has saved me. I shake off that thought as the duke turns back and assists a woman from the car she has hair that appears at once both dark and red, depending on how the sun plays over it. The former Miss Minerva Dillinger, now the Duchess. Her smile is bright as she gives Ben a hug. I am taken aback by the sharp stab of jealousy that pierces my chest. The woman is married to a dashing duke. She isn’t going to seek a dalliance with my husband, although her easy manner tells me that she would be as comfortable greeting a prince or a king. But then according to the gossip sheets, Minerva’s dowry had equaled the treasury of some small countries. I assume when one is graced

The Duchess opened the door so violently that it hit the wall with a shrill sound. In front of Ella's eyes wide with astonishment, the Duchess had completely abandoned her usual noble image, grabbed a long skirt that reached the ground, and ran towards her. "Gabriella, I'll take you to hide!" As soon as the Duchess saw her daughter, she became very excited. Her words made Ella and the surrounding servants even more agitated. But before the Duchess could touch the hem of Ella's skirt, Duke Hesing caught up and grabbed her waist.

I commented and pointed at the diamond ring she was wearing. "This… this was a reward from the duchess." She answered. "The duchess? Weren't you only hired 10 years ago? My mother was already dead by then, which duchess are you talking about?" I asked sharply. "I… I'm sorry, my lady. I misspoke." She apologized. "Carmella, good timing. Tell Sir Danyll to round up all the servants in the main hall and please gather the expenses report of the castle immediately." I ordered as soon as I saw Carmella enter with the tea.

Inside the carriage, Natalia wasn’t so comfortable and happy. The woman in front of her…..was familiar. She was the current Duchess of Everon, Duchess Vera Everon. She was a delicate and beautiful lady with an iron will. She was more daring than she looked and she happened to be one of the ladies that accompanied the first princess of Polivia to Ducroft. “I never imagined I would be meeting your grace again like this,” she smiled. “I just returned from Ducroft, giving my condolences to the new king on the death of his wife but here you are, still alive and well. You are also the pregnant wife of someone else apparently but I’m sure you have a reasonable explanation for that, don’t you?”

Ryan was instantly silenced, his mouth opening and closing like a fish gasping for air. I looked directly at Marcus, the man I had once thought I loved more than life itself. "Marcus, I came down here not because I can't bear to leave you, but because I wanted to say some things to your face. Things you need to hear." Marcus's eyes filled with desperate hope again. "I, Catherine Blackwood, am a Duke's daughter who was beloved and cherished from the moment I was born. But because I was blind and stupid enough to fall for you, you trampled my dignity into the dirt and let a servant lord over me like I was nothing."

Alex furrowed his brow, vaguely recalling the name Erica, a model. She was the granddaughter of the wealthy Wilkersons from Kelmdale. He had once done a favor for the Wilkersons and allowed her to sign with Aether Corporation. At a party, he had coincidentally encountered Erica being pressured by some executives to drink, so he stepped in and escorted her to the hotel. The video Erica posted attracted a lot of attention, but most internet users were scrutinizing it with a microscope. Soon, some spotted Candice scolding Ellis and then Hanley, finding it both amusing and entertaining.

He pulled away from me, arranging myself on his lap. “Why do you act like you do not know me?” I realized I was still on his lap and I hurriedly got down from his body. “Please don’t try to touch me. What happened here was a mistake.” I arranged my dress. “Yes, you’ve figured me out with a sly kiss. I am Erica, the same Erica you treated like trash. Look, Dante, I am only here for business and because my father had asked me to.” I faced the car window.