His Duchess Is A Ghost Novels & Stories

She would be heavily scandalized if the Gossipers were looking at her blushing face right now as well as the desire that was apparent in her eyes. "Should we go home now, duchess? Why don't we have some time for some more relaxation here?" Niklaus baited her as she was snatching her fingers from his grip. He smirked before the duke was leaning against the mat as he closed his eyes. He sighed before he was humming a lullaby that was making Becca's insides jumped at the melody. It was haunting yet it was beautiful. She sighed as she was looking at the maid that was talking with the footman. She can still taste the blood that would flow from the veins of the maid as she was biting into it, sipp

It is not like it would not happen in the future, so what a better way than to do it now. "It is a pleasure to fight with you again, Duchess," Gia smiled as she saw the serious expression on the face of Emma. She thought she was having a hard time now hearing the voices of the crowd. "Duchess?" "She is… a silver-haired woman… the Duchess is also a silver-haired…" "Oh my!" "She is a Luriem, a witch!" "But she is the Duchess!" "How disgusting!" "Get her out!"

Damian grew thin, the madness in his eyes deepening. The long rituals had taken their toll on both of us. Rumors began to spread through the lands. They said the duchy was cursed by a demon. They said you could hear a woman's screams and strange chanting on the wind. Until the day the Royal Guard suddenly surrounded the manor. "By order of His Majesty the King, we are searching the ducal estate!" I knew it was over. When the captain of the guard saw the blood-soaked altar in the cellar, when they saw Liana's body, long dead, everyone recoiled in horror.

"Perhaps you've got an excellent idea, after all." She smiled. "Yes. And you can always have those decadent Cyprians over when the season is at the end." Her smile had grown even more maliciously gleeful. "I understand you have a new opera singer in your stable of ladybirds that will tide you over nicely until then." "My dear duchess," Henry said with deceptive calm, "you have the tongue of a billingsgate fishwife." "Do I?" The duchess asked with a lifted brow. "Perhaps I've been around my nephew too much."

"Well, yes. That's for a human's perspective. But for us-a noble or a mythical creature as what human history says-it's natural. We can live for millennia and tens and hundreds of it, not aging. We can even enter eternal slumber if we want to. "But that's not always the case. Sometimes, one can enter a force eternal sleep if they committed a crime that is too grave beyond comprehension and the risk being known to the world is high or they took offense to the humankind that we're supposed to take care." -Cassielle Elise D. Dairen, the daughter of the duke, Clyde Estreno D. Dairen. The unknown duchess.

it hurt, yes, but nothing compares to the will to go to the door. That *thud* The sound might have alerted the people outside better as someone opened the door and screamed in fright. I looked up and it was a maid, who was horrified by what she saw. “A ghost! a ghost is here, in the Duchess’ room!” she screamed again and proceeded to run away in fear. ‘Ghost? Is there a ghost in this world?’ With a raised brow, I continued to crawl towards the door and tried to call someone again. “Yuri, Nikos.” only did I hear my voice clear. it sounded hoarse and low. it was almost silent.

Duke Alexander eyed Alessandra suspiciously who just beamed innocently at him. But it did not fool him. Since the moment he met her, he had known the manipulative soul lay behind her innocent smile. “The duke and duchess of Terrence duchy were murdered,” Alexander said with a smile. “Since the young duchess is comparing the two incidents, I am even more curious as to what happened to the Maximillan duchess and her family.”

he said and I sighed. "Don't worry, they won't do that. They won't like to be embarrassed at the party after being caught by me of all people" I replied. "Well that's true, the Duke is not that stupid. I should go, it's around time the future duchess will arrive" He said after checking his pocket watch. I nodded at him and he left. After a few minutes, Beatrice arrived and I was speechless. She looked so stunning that people who believed she was the ugly duckling felt stupid. "Greetings to the Grand Duke Lionel"

There was a gasp and a series of another murmur among the crowd. “Who among you fed on a human in the middle of the city and left the man you fed on the streets to roam?” Another gasp came. But not a word from any body. “Your food is ow breathing ad walking and does not even know that he is already a sin-eater!” The Duchess’ voice roared. She was not mad, she was vicious. Her eyes were glowing red and her fangs bared. “A-are we sure i-i-t’s one of us who did this? “ A trembling politician piped in.

“If I had revealed you were spying, what would have happened?” Miranda curtseyed again. “Thank you, my lord, for your mercy.” This duke was like a colorful poisonous snake—deceptive in his beauty, appearing harmless, yet venomous and ready to strike. Both Selena and that young lady had learned this the hard way. With his power, he was not someone to offend, and Miranda was extremely cautious around him, choosing her words and actions carefully.