My Last Duchess Synopsis Novels & Stories

We looked at the live footage and so was the rest of the world. He wanted to make this look like a male Cinderella story so everyone is genuinely interested in seeing this. I watched as Dean was starting to panic since an hour had already went by and he took out his phone. He put on his ear and my phone started ringing as well. “Where the fuck are you?” he whisper yelled and I just chuckled. “Not on my way to that wedding. You want to leak the video, do it,” I said and then hung up. “The veins in his head look like they are going to pop,” Daisy said and we just started laughing at this.

I sat on the couch, the proposal video Walter made playing in the background, the pastries I had bought beside me. The pastries I once savored then left a bland taste in my mouth. Perhaps my tastes changed. It was not just the pastries I had lost my taste for. Walter had gone radio silent. I tossed my phone on the coffee table and started to pack up my stuff. It was already midnight. I was about to officially run out of patience, ready to use up the last of my so-called 'forgiveness cards.' Just then, my phone buzzed—it was Walter. "Melissa, are you asleep? Don't wait up. I've got stuff to handle, and I won't make it home tonight.

"The Wolfe family was powerful. Your mother knew it. I knew it. They had something we needed, and they refused to share it." "So you burned them." "I protected what was mine." Dante stepped around Fenris, positioning himself between his son and the window. His gray eyes were hard, unforgiving. "And I will do it again if I have to. But first, I need you to find the last heir." Fenris met his father's gaze. "Why?" "She is the only loose end. The only witness who could tie us to the fire." "The fire was eight years ago. The police closed the case. No one is looking."

The Duke's eyes grew dimmer, as Ariana's face was the only thing he could think of at the moment of his death. “My granddaughter … She will be a good Alison successor,” he said quietly. In the next moment, Duke Andrew no longer blinked, no matter how long James waited for him. James let out a long breath, as he witnessed the end of the life of the master he respected so much. James saw the condition of his body. He smiled bitterly, as he used another pile of corpses to sit right next to Duke Andrew's corpse. “To be by your side until the time of my death is the greatest blessing of my life, Your Grace,” he whispered before he joined him in closing his eyes peacefully next to the Duke.

"Let's hurry and get this over with." When he'd gone, the duchess smiled serenely. She liked the spunky little American who had dared to make a fool of her nephew. And not only that, Lady Trenton had shown her courage when she'd defied Eastland. A most unusual girl, the duchess mused, most unusual. She liked unusual people. And she liked tweaking her nephew's nose. He'd grown far too accustomed to having people leap when he spoke and it was not a pleasant sight. Besides, she had known Anastasia Edlington before she had married her handsome American, and had liked her. The earl's daughter had shown far more spirit than her father ever had, she thought twirling her quizzing glass around one fi

“Oh, please, Inez. Jaxon will never find out and if he does then what is the worst-case scenario anyway. He will probably divorce me and then I will be free to marry William.” He listened to her laughing and whoever she was talking to must have said something because the next thing he heard was his wife saying, “Trust me, William will divorce that insufferable bitch who never knows her place. I swear you have no idea how much I want to drag her by the hair and dump her to the nearest trash can if it were not for Jax.” Paris giggled again. “Plus, Paris Windsor, Duchess of Ashbourne sounds great, isn’t it? Fine, Countess of Stilton for now but not for long. Once his dad and his grandfather exp

Near the entrance door was a monitor which displayed the corridor which they had used to arrive at the premise, along the corridor, he noticed something which looked like a drone which was flying to and fro the corridor, it seemed to survey the place and send aerial pictures to the big screen which was divided into eight parts and each part displayed a different part of the building and inside the palace. When he looked at the furthest end of the magnificent palace he was surveying, he noticed a picture with two teenagers, one male and a female, they wore smiles and were holding trophies in their hands while putting on graduation gowns. When he went closer, he immediately recognised the fema

Anna commanded as she tried to wrestle with the dutchess, then she placed her index finger to her neck to introduce more melatonin in her system that would make her drowsy. “Rodrick?!” Kassian frowned. “How dare you…” the now weak and drowsy Vivanna cried as her voice grew more and more distant. “I loved you, I gave everything for you..so how could you…?how could you betray us?” “I w…will…ne-never..forgive you...you alone, just y-you I c-can n-never f-forg..” a tear fell from the duchess’s eyes as they fluttered shut, and her breathing deepened.

It was unbearably shameful for him so he couldn't take it. Blinded by rage and shame, he took out the silver dragger, a special weapon he had made to kill Deus with, and raised it high in the air, ready to plug it in his heart. Luna saw it coming before Deus did. Wanting to protect her love, she came in between the dragger and Deus. That's when she felt it. The silver dagger piercing her heart and splitting it into two. She turned around and fell right in Deus's arm. She wanted to talk to him and tell him how much she loved him one last time. However, no words came out. And just like that, she stopped breathing. The last face she saw before closing her eyes was the terrified face of Deus.

the Duke said, closing his eyes. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain on his right wrist. "Why does my wrist hurt m...." he wanted to finish his words when he was shocked by what he saw. He read it aloud "It is a trap." "What does this mean?" he asked himself, intensely looking at it. "The only person who can write this is...Mr Brown?!" he exclaimed. "What is a trap?" the Duke asked again, looking up. He, then, realized something. The fighting of the undead men was a trap. His younger brother, Williams wanted to distract him and so he bewitched his friend, Mr Dewhurst, to lure him into the barn. He also brought him to this place, to deal with the Duchess.