Grand Duchess Maria Novels & Stories

She promised. After dinner, Marguerite found herself engaged in a lively conversation with the duchess. The lady escorted her on a fascinating tour, the scent of aged leather wafting from the library shelves as Marguerite admired its towering volumes. Meanwhile, the duke invited Jacob to his wood-paneled study for a chat over snifters of brandy. The next morning, a gleaming lacquered carriage awaited them at the grand entrance. Inside, a bounty of fresh pastries and chilled drinks sat beside several bulging travel bags. The duchess' generosity extended to a new wardrobe. On the far corner of the carriage, Chester nestled contentedly in his new carrier, a fancy wicker basket lined with piles

“No. I think that would be horrible.” “Horrible?” Taking the empty gelato cup from her, Duke rose and tossed it in the trash, then returned to sit beside her. “How do you figure? He was the Doge of Venice. The most important leader of the most powerful city state in the Mediterranean and spent the rest of his days living high on the hog in that grand palace.” Her wide doe-eyes blinked once as she stared at him. “Did you read any of the plaques posted in there?” “They were in Italian, darlin’. Unless you were translating, there wasn’t much I was getting out of them. Based on what our guide said, it sounded like a pretty sweet deal to me.”

Whoever is running this simulation better install the update soon. Speaking of updates, technology has gotten so fast that we complain about a five-second buffering time as if it’s medieval torture. Imagine explaining that to someone from the 1800s: “Yes, I became very impatient because my invisible signal didn’t send my moving picture across the world instantly.” They’d probably throw their monocle into the ocean and walk away. Meanwhile, in 2025, we’re begging apps to load faster because our brains have adjusted to microwave-level speed for everything.

But something else told me that I might one day need this person. "Velikaya Knyazna Alexandra, Grand Duchess Alexandra, my apologies for this urgent meeting," the man said, addressing Alex by her royal title. I almost forgot Alex was, in fact, an imperial princess, higher in rank than other royal princesses in Europe. I used to feel gravely jealous of the Grand Duchesses as a young girl, but not anymore. Because why would I want to be like the duchesses when I could actually be on top of one? Or maybe I would be on top of them both.

Lady Marcella was quite a beauty and her family was of good reputation. She was the third daughter and the only one among her five siblings that remained unmarried. Hector spent the night speaking to her about how he was adjusting to society. She showed concern on how he was adjusting to the much larger city after having lived most his life in Clusium.

I said bitterly. "General Rachelle, Duchess Amelia can't be remarried because the deceased Duke Leon, her mate, has made a will that she must not let her remarry," General Cairo said. "Yes, we think that the duchess liked His Majesty but that is her limit. Plus, according to Asher, the Grand Alpha is looking for ladies who have no mate yet so Duchess Amelia is crossed out."

The boy recalled the encounter and agreed to come for dinner the following evening. Magdalena prepared for the dinner as if for a sacred ritual. She set her mother-in-law to work, sent her father-in-law to fetch nice wine, and scrubbed her husband clean. From aunt Tamia’s stall, she secretly took a bullet of pale pink lipstick and painted her lips. Driven by a quiet panic that he might lose his way, she walked down to the stall to meet him herself and guide him home. "I... I do not even know your name," Magda admitted softly, her cheeks burning with shame.

“Goddess, how the hell am I going to survive with all these gorgeous men around me. this is all new to me.” The warlock stopped right in front of her looking at her dead in the eyes as if searching for her soul. “Derrick the great warlock doesn’t make mistakes like that my darling. You are not of beta blood but of alpha blood.” Maria’s eyes widened in shock. Derrick extended his hand to her, and she took it. “Come, let’s sit down and I will tell you all that the spirits showed me.” still ignoring Lorenzo. He led Maria to the sofa, and they took a seat.

Did managers get paid enough to live such extravagant lives? The building was barricaded by a brown gigantic gate and high walls—white high walls keeping the wonders of the palace-like apartment from the outside world. It was a two-story building, but the best Maria had seen except on late nights when she sat behind a screen and surf the Internet, planning and making budgets of extravagant houses to buy when she was rich enough. An all-white house with the only difference in color being the first four pillars visible out front, this place was paradise. He ushered her in, with so much courtesy Maria had ever received.

She turned to go up the stairs. “Where do you think you are going to with our family heirloom you thief?” Sloane screamed. “The marriage has ended, you need to return the ring. I honestly don’t even know what Liam saw in you, you gold digger.” Dukia pulled the diamond ring from her finger. It had never fit right, loose and cold. She placed it on the dinner table, directly on top of the divorce papers, and walked up the stairs to what used to be her room. Her bag had already been packed for her. A single duffel bag that she had stepped into this family with. She picked up the bag and walked out the front door.