His Duchess Is A Ghost Novels & Stories

He was perfection. I intended to inform Fitz of this progression, that I expected him to make ravenous and hungry love to me that evening when he handed me a stack of old London papers with a serious face. The headlines displayed varying levels of integrity, however every headline focused on the same topic. *** MISSING DUCHESS. ILL DUKE TO BLAME? *** THE GHOST OF TARRICK HALL CRIES FOR JUSTICE! *** DUCHESS LEFT WARNING OF DIRE CONSEQUENCES

He brushed Aira's hand away without a single change in his expression. "The only man Aira knows is you." “Should I introduce you to my friends? Perhaps one of them might be interested in you.” Aira’s brow furrowed. She looked annoyed, but still tried to act sweet and innocent. “Why do that when the man I want is right here?” “Do you like ghosts? I don't see anyone.” “Duke… why are you pretending like this?” Derrick quickly finished the rest of the drink in one gulp. His face winced briefly at the sting of bitter lemon clashing harshly with the sweetness of honey in his throat. A soothing warmth gradually spread to his stomach, yet the churning disgust remained in his chest.

Gray looked around, "Where is the Duke's office? I want to collect my reward, I've been spending too much money lately. So we could have just waited until you recovered your mana and teleported back here? ! Being around this person is really mentally exhausting. I pointed to the top floor of the main castle building, which was the Duke's office. The scene before me changed again, and after a moment of dizziness, I was startled by the sharp sound of a chair scraping against the floor. The Duke, with his hands on the desk, looked at us in shock. It was obvious that this sudden change of scene had taken him by surprise as well. "Inette? You..." I was afraid he might mistake Gray for an intruder

I mean people could be dying when I was busy, balls deep into some random woman; or my enemies could be flooding my territory all ganged up to kill me. “Don’t be greedy, sweetheart. You have claimed all of me already.” I slapped her ass as I walked away from where she was bent, ass in the sky and face on the couch. She let out another annoyed sigh, and I stifled a chuckle. Picking up my pants from the floor, I searched my phone from the pocket and when I found it, stared at the screen with utmost shock as the name ARCHDUCHESS remained displayed on my screen as the device continued vibrating in my hand like it was cursed.

"Gentlemen, if you would please calm down. Remember who you are." He was Charles de Nocrosse, the Duke of Carlisle, Lord of numerous estates and a great Duchy. He remembered perfectly well who he was, which is why he would not fall face down to the King. He was a powerful man too. A knock. No one moved, no one was fazed. Another knock and the door opened. "Your Grace, the Dowager Duchess is here."

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.

When the Duke remained lost in thought, he continued, “Sir Lucas was a very shrewd businessman, Your Grace.” “So it would appear. So each of these girls is an heiress in her own right?” This time, Mr. Bailey nodded decisively.

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.

Alicia looked up, eyes meeting the Duchess at her calling. She noticed Alicia’s quivering eyes and thought she was the sort of woman who wore her pain like an invisible cloak none could see unless one peers through her icy-blue eyes. The Duchess’ keen eye saw right through her. “My Queen, do you remember what I spoke of yesterday? That you’ll navigate through many profane men and women, that you’ll have no one to trust?” Alicia nodded. “Yes. I remember.”

Amelia said with a decided nod. Abigail smiled, holding her hand, as they went down the steps to the glittering vestibule, where the chatter of refined conversation filled the warm air, but stopped immediately Katherine was announced. "Duchess of Colchester." Now, all eyes were on her, fascinated by her beauty. Just as she was stepping down, her eyes met Dane. She felt her breath catch in her throat.