Grand Duchess Maria Novels & Stories

‘It’s okay, Beatrice, he’s the Grand Duke, of course he is busy,’ She said in her mind, cheering herself up. While eating her breakfast, she started wondering what a duchess should do during the day. As he pondered her thoughts, Charles, the butler, came into the dining area. She looked at him, but he stayed quiet until Beatrice finished her food. After breakfast, Charles appeared by her side and politely bowed. “The Grand Duke has instructed me to guide you around the estate,” Charles seriously said. Panic instantly showed in Beatrice’s face as she thought of troubling the butler with her lack of knowledge. Charles saw the panic in the duchess's eyes and instantly smiled at her.

The sex activities stopped when the evil beast clapped her hands. She was seated majestically on an elegant and beautiful golden and diamond throne sipping wine from a glass. "Hi Andrian, welcome to my beautiful play room." She said with scarsim dripping from her voice. She lit up a cigarette taking a drag before she started talking. "We haven't been formally introduce right dear." She said in a mockery sipping the glass of wine "Allow me to introduce myself dear, I am Elena Marshano your new mistress and your worst nightmare." She said shocking the hell out of me.

Typical college party scene. "Whose house is this?" I asked Mike. It was huge. The person who owns it must be filthy rich; otherwise, what kind of college student can afford it? "Mine." I turned to the person who just spoke behind us and found myself looking at a tall, skinny girl with long blonde hair and dark brown eyes. She was undeniably beautiful like those models in magazines. "Hi, I'm Dawn. Who are you?" she narrowed her eyes at me. "Marina," I introduced myself. "Is this really your house? It's beautiful!" I couldn't hide my amazement.

The last part, in the afternoon, would be the mansion situated at the center of the resort where Jen and Lianne would stay. Madame Brenda d’Abbadie is the duchess of the capital, Sireix, where the Since Resort is located. She became the co-owner of the resort after an auction in which she was second to Mr. Gillard Rafael, the highest bidder. He envisioned the mansion to be the finest resort in the world, so he proposed a plan to Madame Brenda. For eight long years, she had been constantly supervising the resort since Mr. Rafael was preoccupied with other matters.

“This is the only way we could keep to the terms of the treaty now that Dupont is… no longer with us. I can’t help that your meeting with the Princess didn’t meet your standards. Ever since King Marcus went missing, Queen Sarah has been leery of travel and visitors. We should be honored they came to the funeral at all. She didn’t allow Duke Arthur and his family to come.” Why won’t she ever just say he is dead? Does she think she’s protecting me with these euphemisms? I know my brother is dead, and I know I’m a pale comparison. The mention of Duke Arthur reminded me of something. “Mother, do you think the Duke and his family will be here today?” “It is likely,” she said off-hand, “though I h

I lifted my head and looked at them steadily "That death would be far kinder than letting Alexander find out that I'm carrying his children." I took a deep breath before continuing in a frighteningly serious tone "These are my children." "I won't let anyone come near them or harm them, whether it's the Lycan King or the Black Magic Devil." I straightened my back proudly "I am Maria, the forgotten hybrid who was sentenced to death before she was even born." My hand remained protectively over my stomach "And I will make sure my children have a beautiful life... far away from all of this hell."

She thought she loathed all men. ‘What are the odds that the Heartless Duke of Salicera who has killed people before just for looking at the king the wrong way, is actually a kind enough person to take in a widow and her son?’ She knew that this marriage was also convenient for Daniel. But he could have chosen any other woman and she would have accepted immediately. Salicera was the only Dukedom that had survived the centuries. And even if the duke chose not to have any children, any woman would still have accepted to be the Duchess of Salicera, only second in power to the Queen and the Princess.

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.

Hearing such compliments from a beautiful person, Maria bashfully looked away but in her heart, she felt warm and happy to hear such words. 'So this is the famous Duchess Dior... the beautiful woman who killed her husband. Though she had legitimate reasons for doing so.' Due to her sudden transmigration, Maria was unable to finish the novel, but she knew of Duchess Dior's character. A woman whose past was filled with pain and her life only got worse when she was forced to marry a duke from a different country. There was another key fact that Maria was reminded of when she saw the duchess and Mai together.

A man no one dared to accuse. Isabella exhaled dramatically, running a lazy hand through her hair. "Honestly, Duchess, it’s rather distasteful to assume the worst of your husband." She moved closer, her nightgown scandalously thin, her eyes wicked as they flickered toward Thomas. "Especially when you have been so… distracted yourself." The words were a knife. A direct reference to the Duke of Marlborough. Victoria’s nails dug into her palms. She turned back to James’s body, bile rising in her throat. He had been here. He had been alive. And now—he was gone.