His Duchess Is A Ghost Novels & Stories

Even Helena, it seemed, was unsure what to make of it. "Are you thinking about the Duchess?" Saihan pressed again. Hugh looked up. "What do you think?" Kevin leaned back in his chair. "A noblewoman with keen insight. She’s impressive..." "But she’s a fraud," Hugh cut in, his gaze sharp. Kevin raised a brow. "Isn’t that what makes sense, Duke? Most noblewomen care only for finery, attention, or flattery... but this Duchess? She identifies what even some of our top officials overlook. Of course she’s different—she’s not Baron Galina’s real daughter."

Lady Vivanna Pursioe Rorei, Duchess of Portburgh. -OH MY GOD! I AM THE VILLAIN OF THE STORY!!-

Isolde was running toward me, her armor half-buckled. "Your Grace! The North Tower, the glass has shattered from the inside out! Lady Lyra is gone, and the guards... they’re awake, but they have no eyes!" "Where is the Duchess?" I demanded, grabbing Isolde by the shoulder. "The crypts," she panted, pointing toward the lower levels. "The iron gate of the First Duke has been breached. But Your Grace, you can't go down there. Without the shadow, the 'Hollowed' will shred your mind."

Invisible, yet it wasn’t the case, but a mix of the deep forbidden alchemy and the sheer of blood from the imprisoned epitome of darkness inside of him. “With the Duchess nurses a baby, her own or maybe not, a grinning cat sits on the hearth, but not just an ordinary cat. And have you guessed who it might be?” “Cheshire!” She excitedly answers giggling by the tale that only drawing her close to her doom. “The there’s a Cook, that stands at the stove, dumping pepper into a cauldron of soup. The pepper causes the Duchess and the baby to sneeze incessantly.” Emphasizing the last word as Chantal is getting drawn and even deeper to the tale. He is all smiles as he continues, but without asking fi

Suddenly, the duchess spoke, "I know that it's a hard thing to grant but before I leave the capital and have a treatment somewhere, I wante dto see him with you as his partner once again just like on your debutante. The truth is, I don't want to push this one to you but I just really wanted to see you two together but if it's really troublesome, then please just refuse my request" she said and sniffed her nose a bit. There was a slight tear on her face and looking at it, she really looks pitiful. I never read a part on the novel that the duchess got sick so I was surprised and confused about it for a moment. Did the author perhaps didn't include this as well? Well maybe. Just like the duche

Hannah responded, nodding her head. "Thank you." then she started. "I discovered this place by accident..." ********* "then, I saw the body's face. Guess who it was." the Duchess asked Hannah. "The Duke's younger brother, William." Hannah answered slowly, bending her head. "How did you know?" the Duchess asked, looking surprised. "I knew long ago that he was into black magic but i kept it from the Duke." Hannah replied, feeling guilty.

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.

“Where are the others?” “Captured by General Steward’s forces. Where is the duchess?” “In her parlor,” the guard said. He led him through the wine cellar and up the stairs onto the ground floor. He passed long tapestries and all the trappings of the duchess’ wealth and power. From down the hallway, he heard someone screaming in agony. They were getting closer to the screaming. When the guard opened the door, the screaming echoed down the hallway. He swallowed. The duchess was one of the most ruthless members of the vampire’s nobility, but she was also the most insane. Where John was led around by his ambitions and sense of entitlement, the duchess was driven to the edge of madness by her gri

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.

That's fair. Isa ignores both boy and ghost and rushes into the kitchen, fully aware of her sister's death glare towards her. Breathe Isabella. Breathe. She grabs the kitchen island to steady herself. She wasn't about to let him win. No, never! 'I'm killing him.' No! Do not, Daimen! Do not kill him! 'Why?' Is she seriously having an argument with a ghost in her head? This felt like a scene out of a fictional book.