His Duchess Is A Ghost Novels & Stories

A voice—cool as glacier wine—cut through the velvet noise. “Enjoying the illusion, dear?” We turned. Standing a few feet away in a dress that looked like it had been sewn from crushed emeralds and other people’s misery was Duchess Gloria Wintermellon. Yes, Wintermellon. No, I couldn’t say it with a straight face either, but this woman looked like she hadn’t smiled since the last solar eclipse. Sharp cheekbones. A fan made of peacock feathers. A smile dipped in venom. She didn’t even look at me when she said, “Lady MacMayer, I suggest you remove your hand from the Duke. It’s rather unbecoming to cling to a man who is already promised.”

“I knew everything that happened in the DaCosta household as if I lived here. If Anthony didn’t have the cops in his pocket, he’d still be in jail by now.” “For what?” Instead of answering Kate’s question, Duchess laughed and took a big sip of champagne. “I hope you came with a driver. I can see that you’re already wasted,” Kate commented. “I’m not drunk, my dear,” Duchess assured her. “You know what, I shouldn’t tell you this but I will. Your husband isn’t who you think he is. He has done some very questionable things and gotten away with them. You should be very very careful in your dealings with him.”

I watched as the duchess continued to giggle while rubbing her hands together. A shiver ran down my spine and I felt very spooked out about how she was acting. I had known that her character was a complex one, but I didn’t count on her being some kind of maniac on top of everything else. “A fever or a sprained ankle? I’m sorry but I don’t think I understand…” I said without hiding my apparent shock. “You’ll do as I say, right? We did make a deal with each other…” the duchess replied with a pleased smile.

“May I speak to the duke.” “Is it important?” Huxley asked. “I believe so.” She replied. Duke Raziel looked at her, “Then Speak” Drawing a heaving breath, the head maid exclaimed happily, “The Duchess is awake, your grace!” In an instant, Duke Raziel came to their room and saw the duchess stretching. He cleared his throat to get her attention and Lady Vienna turned around to see him and fixed her composure. “Raziel.” She smiled sheepishly, her cheeks flushing and embarrassed getting seen in a weird position.

Lady Sophia carefully carried the tray and put it down on the table. "Your Grace, this is the ginger tea that you like. Please have it while it's still hot." Lady Sophia's voice was calm as per her normal behavior. She didn't show any trace of her earlier disappointment and hurt towards the Duke. Duke Kensington, who was doing his work, looked up when he heard Lady Sophia. "Where is the Duchess?" "Her Grace is by the river. She wants to paint and not to be disturbed by anyone, Your Grace." Lady Sophia informed the Duke.

Her eyes filled with terror. "Where am I? Who am I," She curled up in the fetal position. "I suppose I am up," Warren approached Duchess at a slow and steady rate, "Your name is Duchess, and you died a day ago. We bought you to Tsonoqua to bring you back to life. What do you remember?" Duchess held her head, "I remember a strange powder, and getting sick, and then nothing," Duchess saw the raven woman, "I remember you, we were supposed to take a journey, right?"

Apparently it wasn't for Rogue’s Henchmen since I was seriously thinking about jumping Ghost and Karma was about to roll around with Gunner. “I'm gonna leave you two to catch up,” Rogue smirked. “I'm gonna go find someone to keep me company tonight.” He clapped Ghost on the back on the way past. He definitely thought about doing the same to me, but stopped when he remembered how the entire bar pulled guns for me earlier… “I can't believe you're the Duchess,” Ghost started, watching me over his beer. I shrugged. “And you're the second in command for a charter of the Henchmen that I happen to sell a lot of guns to.”

the man said while huffing his pipe. A blond haired man leaned down at to get a fleeting glance of white hair, which disappeared into the door below. "That.... she is Miss Eloise Ayles, her father Harem Ayles a small viscount passed away recently so they are moving to their mother's home town in your duchy. What you don't know about that? What kind of a Duke are you, huh?" he jokingly said. "hmmm, she seems silly," he whispered, blowing out a cloud of smoke.

My sister and I were both reborn on the very day the marriage pacts were to be chosen. In our previous life, she was the one who married Adrian, the Black-Armored Duke whose reputation for cold brutality struck fear into all. She endured his indifference until she was cast out and sent back to the Vere family in disgrace. I married Lucian, the White Knight, gentle and gracious as carved jade. I wore the Duchess's coronet and became the envy of all. She was consumed by jealousy, convinced I had stolen her true love. So she killed me. And so, this time around, she rushed ahead of everyone else, personally tying the white stag ribbon that represented Lucian, shoving the Black Wolf that everyone

Once they stepped outside, Lucas angrily threw the fake money on the ground. “Damn it! How dare they trick me?!” Meanwhile, I was secretly watching the whole scene and laughing my head off! … The following day, while Lucas was sleepy, I pretended to speak casually and said, “I heard there’s a big bag of money near the third pillar at the lakeside gazebo. It’s about to get ruined in the water.” When he jolted awake, I slipped into the crowd unnoticed. Lucas excitedly told Zoe about the news. She hesitated a bit after yesterday’s fiasco, but he insisted, saying an opportunity like this would not come again. They had to go and check things out for themselves.