Ridley Duchannes Novels & Stories

The golden chandeliers cast their warm glow over the assembled nobility, creating the illusion of a perfect world-a world of wealth, refinement, and carefully crafted masks. At the center of it all stood Lady Victoria Windsor, Duchess of Sussex, adorned in an emerald silk gown that clung to her slender waist before cascading to the floor in shimmering waves. Diamonds sparkled at her neck and ears, but it was her sharp hazel eyes and confident smile that held the true power. She was untouchable, unshakable-at least on the surface. Beside her, Lady Catherine Markham, her dearest friend and confidante, sipped from a glass of champagne, her sapphire gown scandalously low-cut. Her auburn hair glo

“They still need about a million dollars for everything, and Carly would like more acreage.” The conversation around Rye faded away as she got lost in her own thoughts. She was vaguely aware when Chance loaded them up and drove them home. “What’s on your mind, Duchess?” Chance asked as they lay in bed. “I think I know what I want to do with my trust fund.” “Yeah?” he held her close and buried his face in her hair. “What’s that?” “I want to give it to Carly. But I want to do it anonymously.” “I love that idea. And I love you, Duchess.”

Danika Williams After my chat with Elizabeth, my heart felt lighter. I was glad that she has become a strong woman and has such a wonderful man like Nathaniel Lachlan as her husband. I would have died with guilt if I would have ended up ruining her life like my mother has ruined mine.

For someone who had both the money and fame, it was a puzzle of how antisocial her young Duchess was. "I'll get the Maybach ready for you or you rather ride the chopper instead? It's an hour drive from here." "No, the car is fine. I don't mind the long drive, the longer the better," said the Duchess. "And thank you, Shirley." Shirley smiled and left the room. ~*~ Lady Florence burst through the door of Violet's office, all dressed up in her glamorous robe of glittering red and gold. "I thought you were ready," Florence said with a grunt.

He froze as the call connected with a soft click. “Ellis.” “Jay. It’s me.” “Identify yourself.” “It’s Duke. Delta-whiskey-charlie, zero-nine two-nine one-nine eight-eight.” As he rattled off his identifier, Rachel’s head snapped towards him, obviously recognizing the number pattern as Caitlyn’s birthday. For a few long seconds, she seemed dumbfounded, then her expression morphed into something too much like pity and he turned away. “Duke, you son of a gun! Jesus! Is this right? Are you in Florence? Please tell me you’re ready to come work in the private sector.”

Suddenly, Chantelle's eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at Delcan. A smile spread across her face, and she reached up to touch his cheek. "Hi," she said softly. Delcan felt his heart skip a beat. He had never seen her look at him like that before. "I didn't mean to wake you," he said, his voice low and gentle. Chantelle sat up and took his hand in hers. "You didn't," she said. "I was just resting my eyes." She looked down at the outfit she was wearing and blushed. "What do you think?"

"After all, Hayden is not someone to give up something easily, be it a person or a thing." "My lord, you're the same, if not more," Cornelius muttered. Duke Alexander made his way to the extended residence. Hayden Terrence, his half-brother, was two years younger than him. Hayden's mother was the late duchess of the Terrence duchy. It was said that she had committed suicide after their father was murdered by Alexander. The young duchess had already gone inside Hayden Terrence's residence. As Alexander went in, he found her standing in front of a couple on the couch.

"Well, yes. That's for a human's perspective. But for us-a noble or a mythical creature as what human history says-it's natural. We can live for millennia and tens and hundreds of it, not aging. We can even enter eternal slumber if we want to. "But that's not always the case. Sometimes, one can enter a force eternal sleep if they committed a crime that is too grave beyond comprehension and the risk being known to the world is high or they took offense to the humankind that we're supposed to take care." -Cassielle Elise D. Dairen, the daughter of the duke, Clyde Estreno D. Dairen. The unknown duchess.

"Madam!" "Madam!" The screams echoed from below. Every eye was fixed on the castle’s highest tower, where a woman in a blood-stained white gown stood precariously on the edge. Selene Moreau Leventis was the Duchess of Leventis. She was a woman known for her quiet, submissive nature. But now, she was standing in the most dangerous of places. The guards behind her moved with agonizing caution, fearing that a single misplaced step would send her plunging into the abyss.

Known for his ruthlessness, his cunning acts and unpredictable steps. “Relax, Kelvin, why sudden in rush” Darius said smoothly with a smirk on his face. “I come in peace.” Kelvin let out a low growl, stepping in front of me. “You and peace don’t belong in the same sentence.” Darius chuckled lightly, his gaze gleaming past Kelvin and landing on me. “Rachael Snyder, that is you! ” He said my name as if tasting it, his lips curling into an almost amused expression. “I’ve been looking for you, you haven't been in the pack. What happened?.”