Ridley Duchannes Novels & Stories

Intentional or not she sought me out to feel safe, and that means more than she'll ever know. "Alpha Nicholas. Thank you for informing me of the situation and allowing us to be here." While I knew that I couldn't stop the Elders from coming here it didn't mean that I would allow them near my mate if I didn't trust them enough. Luckily for me, I've worked with Elder Rick more than once and he's honestly one of the best men that I have ever met.

Drew said with a smug on his face, still reading the finance reports; and me, I need another cup of tea. By the way, I am Frielle Marcia Madrigal Fortess, the current duchess of the Fortess Duchy and the head of House Fortess. However, before becoming Frielle— I'm first, Riene. A journalist who travels around the world and writes articles about different parts of every country in the globe while immersing myself in their culture and their ways of living. This job of mine is difficult, and patience and energy-consuming, but the delight it brings when you fulfill your job with a great article when you showcase their culture to the world when you address an important issue to the people— it ple

Mary Redferne Judith, my best friend, sat beside me on the couch, with my mother and sister opposite us, as we were presented with a selection of wedding dresses, each one simpler than the last. It was evident these dresses were deliberately chosen, designed to ensure I didn't outshine my sister Clara on her wedding day. Mr. McKinnon had made it clear that his son’s wedding needed to be the talk of the season. Clara expressed her disappointment directly, saying, "Mary, these dresses are so plain. I thought your wedding dress would be more... special. This is something you wouldn’t even wear."

She tapped on one and began, “I warned you before and I’ll say it again. There is nothing but trouble in his wake. Whatever you’re considering, don’t do it. You don’t want to be this man’s next victim.” “I know that too. Just read it out already.” “Fine! Ethan Riordan, age 30, is the secret billionaire of the Riordans. Rumors have it that although he wasn’t made the CEO of C and K, he has a secret business which he ran without the eyes of anyone.” Dali paused, her eyes fixed on Anna. “After his accident years ago that left him crippled, his public appearance was a little bit almost nothing, hiding in the shadows. He was in a relationship with a girl some years back.

she was a daughter that could not be shown in public. Duke Everdale hated such weak willed women. It reminded him too much of his dead duchess that he had married out of a political alliance and since she was unable to survive in the highly ferocious household she succumbed to a disease and died after childbirth. Layla was a mirroring image of the duchess. Since the news of an upcoming war had spread far and wide, Karl and Leon had returned to the duchy to discuss the matters of millitary with Damien Everdale.

Lady Vivanna Pursioe Rorei, Duchess of Portburgh. -OH MY GOD! I AM THE VILLAIN OF THE STORY!!-

I wanted to tell her that even if this woman was beautiful, her beauty was nothing compared to hers. "I apologize for being late, I just came from a charity event," she said as she sat down beside Atticus. She must be the Luna. "I'm Nicole Hutton," she introduced herself, "First Lady of Hutton Empire." "It's a pleasure to meet you." Rayne smiled at her. "Forgive my question, but you're not a vampire, am I right?" Nicole asked Rayne. "No, I'm not. I'm a gifted human," Rayne answered her.

I was going to be the one to do it one way or the other, I needed to play this game. The door opened without warning, and I quickly slipped back into character, fragile, sweet, grateful. I looked up with wide eyes as the woman I had come to destroy stepped into the room. Sienna De Luca. She didn’t speak right away. Her gaze swept over me, taking in the sight of me still in the robe the maids had given me. She looked too calm, too unreadable. I exposed my leg just enough for her to see it, to know that I was this exposed, this easily seen to him. But I knew that Damon would not be foolish. He would not tell her that he was here. I would have to be the one to do it.

I nodded. "Fine. I'll go back." The doctor had already given me my diagnosis. Consumption. I had only a month left to live. So I went back. And I played the part of the perfect duchess. I no longer demanded Alistair's loyalty. I even found him three new mistresses who looked just like Liana and sent them to his bed after he had sent her away for me. I no longer made Damian study the arts of statecraft and not forced him to master his courtly duties. Instead, I supported his ridiculous dream of joining the Expeditionary Force.

"Master Rodger is waiting for you." The rules of royals are too complicated for Chloe, yet, she is bound to oblige. And having no other choice, Slowly and silently, Chloe came out of the room and followed Lady Dahlia out of the mansion. Outside, the huge black Rolls Royce was parked and Snyder was waiting for her. As soon as she reached the car, she felt a deep gaze on her. It was from Snyder. Chloe kept her head low and went inside the car when she was ordered to. Rodger was already inside. Sitting beside him, she felt awkward and hesitated, when,