My Last Duchess Synopsis Novels & Stories

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.

If he preferred tall, curvy brunettes with caramel skin and brown eyes, then I clearly didn't fit the mold, not even one bit. I forced myself to stop biting my nails nervously and concentrate on their conversation. "Well, I wouldn't read too much into it," I heard the Duke say to her. "You probably don't check his boxes for marriage, and that has nothing to do with your hair or skin color." "But how can he judge anything about me when he wouldn't spare a minute to talk to me? Like the last time we met, for example," she continued explaining, giving a good show of her bubble butt as she bent down to grab her panties. "I found out he was going to be at Faust Park, so I waited for him at the pa

“Ladies, I see the most dangerous women in London have gathered. Should I be concerned?” Evelyn turned to him with a knowing smile. “Only if you intend to make enemies of us.” The Duke chuckled, his eyes locked onto Victoria. “And what of you, Duchess? Am I an enemy… or something else?” Victoria held his gaze, the room fading around them. The memory of their last stolen encounter, the way his hands had burned against her skin, the way she had let herself succumb to him—it was all too fresh. But before she could answer, a loud voice cut through the tension.

"You came." "I gave you my word." She stepped past him into the hall. The ceilings were high, the walls adorned with paintings—some traditional Nigerian art, others more modern. A grand staircase curved upward, its banisters carved with intricate patterns. "This place is..." "Excessive," Dante said. "I know. My father built it to prove he could. It's a monument to ambition, not taste." "Where's your sister?" He led her through a series of hallways, past servants who bowed their heads as they passed, past doors that opened into rooms she could not see. Finally, they stopped in front of a door covered in soft pink fabric.

How much cruel can fate be? "No this isn't possible…please believe me Malia I didn't kill him. I held the gun but I didn't pull the trigger" Larson's voice brought me back to reality. It was finally over…before it started it already ended, this was definitely his last game and I failed to see it. The billionaire's last game, it was time for us to go our separate ways and walk on different paths. Forever this day will be in my memories and heart, the day in which the clouds were filled with darkness and that darkness crept it's way into my life.

Why did I ever come upon you in the first place? What was the reason for the heavens allowing us to meet? What have I ever done to earn this treatment? I should have known better than to take the chance of falling in love with someone. Veronika, take a deep breath and calm down. You are a courageous young lady. You'll be able to move on from this. "Veronika/Race!" That was the last thing I remember hearing before passing out.

It sounded like Annalise was a rogue garden hose, not a woman with feelings (feelings I desperately hoped she reciprocated, by the way). “And what exactly is this way out?” I asked, cautiously optimistic. The Duchess leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a mere murmur. “Let’s just say,” she said, a sly smile playing on her lips, “a hefty sum of money can make a lot of problems disappear.” My jaw dropped. Buy Annalise off? Did this woman think I was some kind of… well, a cad? Maybe a little desperate, but definitely not a human ATM. “Your Highness,” I said, my voice tight with indignation, “with all due respect, Annalise is not a… a commodity to be bought and sold.”

“My mistress, Duchess Bethilda, has indeed conspired a plot to take over the crown and title of our reigning Queen, who is her sister. “She gave instructions to us, her servants, to concoct a poison that would have slow yet lethal effects once taken. And it is with great regret that we admit our compliance to what we were told to do. However, as a servant who had nowhere else to go, we had no other choice but to follow. “Along with the duchess’ plan, she promised us land and riches once she sat on the consort’s throne of Western Wind. She was absolutely confident that she would succeed in her plot. And if her plans were to fail due to unforeseen circumstances, she claimed that she wouldn’t b

When her mother initiated the discussion, Jiang Xi Yu was eager to know what had happened in her past about her and Yu Yan He. The Duchess sneered at that statement. Jiang Xi Yu smiled at her because the Duchess’s sneer was exactly the same as how she usually does in the modern time. “You met him by coincidence at the spring festival last year. It was puppy love and I thought it might be a good idea to let you marry him. I made your father promise to let you marry the man that you like and your father agreed”. The Duchess took a sip from the tea cup before continuing, “It is your luck and fate, you will never be marrying the son of Duchess of Yu. Just a few days after you went missing, I hea

Celea was looking around to see every single person in their tribe dead so she anxiously asked the Duke " Father….Where are Nayeli and Carmen ? " "....." There was complete silence between the two ***** Not long after Celea had left for the mountain the Duke received the message that somewhere near the Dukedom the Duchesses body had been found lifeless, the Duke went there right away just to find his wife dead and then he saw it. Smoke. From afar coming from the duchy and that's when he realized. A trap. The Paşa jumped on his horse but not before telling his companion to stay behind with the Duchess. He was now riding back towards the mansion with an incredible speed