Swan Duchess Novels & Stories

****** I follow the duchess to her house, it was impressive, for a human, I have seen other houses but it is not like this for a human her home is very big and elegant, is this the rich the witch was talking about, I'm only happy the baby will have enough space to play, a man came out, I don't need anyone to tell me, I know instantly that his the Duke they were talking about, he walks with so much power and the aura around him for a human is very weird, I try to get a good look at him but nothing, nothing strange but they something, his a human but his aura is like a human who has dived into the supernatural world, a human who knows too much. "Cullen" the duchess calls the Duke happily "Eliz

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?"

Oh Goddess… Please bless me and my unborn chi— “Excuse me, are you… Brianna Jones from Reverie Entertainment? The main dancer of swan group that went missing months ago?”

Missing him pulls at my chest like a quiet ache, though knowing he’s away brings relief. We are presented. “His Grace, Duke Noah Wingknight of the Northern Reaches, and Her Grace, the Duchess Paige.” Quiet hangs heavy. After a breath, voices rise - sharper now, buzzing with heat instead of calm. Here they arrive. Curious ones first. Then those who mean trouble. Followed by quiet plotters slipping in behind. “Duchess, we heard such tales of your… resilience in the North. How… rustic it must be.” A lady with sapphires in her hair.

“And now…?” “Now she’s Doctor Rosa. The one who brought the Duchess back from the brink of death eight months ago. The same Duchess we declared beyond saving.” Harlow gave a bitter laugh. “And she returned with two children, twins, three and a half. Little miracles with eyes like the Duke’s. Everyone noticed. No one dared say it out loud.”

A first-time driver of a yacht shouldn’t practice where there were a lot of people in the water. “I think you got it,” A.J. said as he stood behind her at the wheel. “Ugh,” she stammered nervously. “Really?” “Yeah, just keep it steady. And relax. This is supposed to be fun.” “Right. Fun,” she repeated as she let her smooth, lovely shoulders slump a little. The duchess was wearing a white bikini top that showed quite a bit of her D-cup cleavage. Her long legs were on display in a swirling mini skirt that hung around her upper thighs. Her short blonde hair was brushed back on the sides, her bangs hung down in the front. She was a beautiful sight to behold.

She had a pair of wedge sandals on that were more yacht-friendly, and she topped them off with a wide-rimmed hat. “How do I look?” Claire said with a smile. Violet traveled from her head to her toes. “Bearable.” Violet shrugged and turned away. The Duchess was in mocha-colored shorts and a white oversized shirt that looked simple yet gave off a wealthy, high-class appearance. She had a black one-piece swimsuit underneath. Violet always came prepared. Claire admired that about her.

Her luxury lifestyle wishes came true in a snap: King size bed, sophisticated lights, lavender scents all over the place and expensive furniture are all in one room. In just a blink of eye, a duck turned into a swan princess who woke up in a foreign place. "W-Where am I?" The rushed of sitting up and the hope to find an answer or a help by looking around means she was brought here by unknown person. Shallow breathing escaped out from her trembling lips as the memories of that night are gradually coming back: