His Duchess Is A Ghost Novels & Stories

“What happened in the meeting?” “Oh, it was very chaotic, your highness. I saw Lady Natalia with my own eyes, alive and well! I heard she’s the famous Duchess of the North in Polivia.” It felt like her world was crashing down. She hoped, no, prayed that Natalia was truly dead and her life would go on u til everyone forgot about Natalia. But not only was she alive, she was a duchess! She was free somewhere else, most likely living a life she always dreamed about while she was stuck with horrible titles and people judging her at every turn.

“ oh my God , my head is really hurting, I thought this foolish mother of I said she had everything in control and till now there is no sad news call from their honeymoon that the bride is dead , definitely she is enjoying the honeymoon with my husband, my ex husband, wait I life mistake that Tony made me do, I should have manage to love him back then, Imagine how stupid I was despite being a street girl, I let Tony use me, I let him manipulate me to loose a gem, look at me fighting back to get him, the truth is I don’t even want any man in My life, I just want what they have and as for Tony I have just started with him, how I wish I killed that his daughter, I only succeeded in befriending

But the girl had opened her big mouth to say, "I ain't going no boring place with ya. I'm perfectly fine with the stable life here." With the subtle chilly sensation surrounding her, Geneva opened the door. She refused to spare the bedroom a glance. Sitting rigidly on the sofa, she awaited her fate. "Let's get married now," the straightforward ghost said without a change in his features. "Nooooo. No, no, no, noooo!" She shouted, jumping from the sofa. She shook her hands and head to solidify her non-compliance. She wondered when the ghost had change back to his human form to intimidate her the more.

Their smirks were the last thing he saw. Somewhere, far from the church in a remote castle, the shadow around the room squirmed before slowly stretching out as two silhouettes walked out of it. It was the Duchess and her butler, who also served as her contracted partner. Her family members were nowhere to be seen. "Mistress, was it wise to antagonize the heir so openly again? If he even has half the talent of his father upon his awakening, he will without a doubt become a powerhouse. In the first place, is it possible for a Blessed to not become powerful?"

As he's a mystic young man I can compare to Casimir, I'll choose the alternative course of action. Ah, yeah, remembering earlier, if I'm not mistaken that it's still night, I've had a close conversation with him that I wasn't able to have in the past. But what might be the cause? I get out of bed and place the paper in my drawer after shaking my head. As soon as I did, a highly recognizable letter caught my eye. I enlarge my view to take in Xander's invitation. When I lift it, there is a noticeable smell. In fact, it's something I'll never miss. The auction where the Duchess purchases the Millian that Alexis, one of his servants, failed to do

Kaleela shook her head, “How should I know? She always being cheerful like that. It's bugging me somehow. Then Crimson, take us to the ice castle!” * Helga bit her nail while she was looking on the clipping from an old newspaper. It is almost unreadable, but Helga use her magic to make it easier to understand. She re-read an artie about the death of late Duchess Lancia. Her health was failing gradually after Cecilia born. Duke didn’t remarry and its make Cecilia as the sole inheritor. The blue eyes woman tried to find the archive about Cecilia Lancia, and she only found about her nasty behavior toward another people. The more she reads, the more she didn’t recognize that noble woman.

My dragon clawed around the base of the tree wanting to finish the job. “Why are you here?” As much as my hunch told me they were looking for Odessa, I didn’t want to believe it. Maybe they were hunting someone else. “Some slave to the Duke in Vamparia,” he rasped. “Please let me go.” I snarled, my fire burning into my neck. “What slave?” I pushed. “A girl named Odessa. She is the Duke’s old blood bag. She is supposed to become the duchess. Taking her as a mate,” his breathing labored, spat out blood from his mouth. Blood pooled at the base of the tree, surely a gash in his gut.

Teleportation magic requires a lot of magic power and requires precise control. Yet how gently Samuel can control everything. “Is this the Archmage’s ability?” Ella thought to herself. The wind appeared more and more, swirling around the two like a fierce storm. The figure of the Duke and wife gradually faded. The Duchess' last words still rang out clearly. Her voice was blurred with tears falling from her eyes. “Let’s write letters home often!” And she nodded to her mother before disappearing into the whirlwind. As soon as her daughter disappeared, the Duchess immediately collapsed.

“She ceased to be a Clair when your House discarded her to the Shadowed Beast if you do not recall.” The Duchess stills. Alcina’s heart skips a beat, her eyes glancing at Brendan in abject horror. She has seen her mother eviscerate men for far, far less. The ground trembles beneath their feet for a moment. It is faint, minute enough that it does not cause anything to break but large enough that its presence is made known, as the chandeliers tinkle dangerously overhead, and the glass pitcher rattles precariously against the table. The Duchess tilts her head to the side.

In the moonlight, a woman in a white lace dress was kneeling on the stone steps of the chapel, her face buried in her hands, her shoulders trembling. She had no feet. Below her dress, there was only a swirling black mist. "I see her." Lorenzo let out a low whistle. "Two years ago, Marco put her in the ground right there. Her ashes are buried under the rose bushes behind the chapel." I didn't stop, walking straight toward the chapel. Giovanni froze behind me but didn't dare to call out. As I reached the bottom of the steps, the female ghost's head snapped up. She lunged at me, her face a sickly pale green, her eye sockets empty black pits.