Swan Duchess Mga Nobela at Kwento

Probably staring at the sky,a place he would never go. Even in death he was still mad at me, I spent half of my life trying to please him till I turned fourteen. That's when I met Gwen, She inspired me. I saw her yelling at the apples on the orchard cause they won't fall off. I was thrilled and amused . Dycan had set standard for girls, yelling at the apples was not so ladylike, but Gwen didn't care. She never cared about what anyone thought, she never lived her life for anyone. Non regardless of the fact that she was an omega wol

Not if you were listening in to our conversation Emerson. Before I could answer, a duke asked me to dance, and I left Emerson and went to the dance floor. Knowing my father, I knew the duke stood no chance, but it was considered unpolite for a lady to say no to a dance. “If you don’t mind, I would like to dance with my sister, Duke Marven.” Erwin interrupted as he took my hand and the duke left us. “You find anyone you like?” “Why are you asking me? The last person I expected.” I asked, feeling angry.

Letitia asked shielding her maid from the scary man's view. "I believe he would tell you himself. We should leave now if we want to enter Kerstone early." He replied instead and turned around walking ahead. "He's the Duke of Kerstone." Constance mumbled to Letitia's hearing and Mateo stopped abruptly. He sighed before he turned around to a place faced Letitia and a red faced Constance. "My lady?" He called. Letitia gulped harshly. The Duke of Kerstone? Then she was dead! "My lady?" Mateo called shaking her a little and she gasped looking up at him.

The tea party of the nobility was held next to a beautiful lake with a very special name "Swan Lake". The lake water is as blue as reflecting the sky on the water, the apple trees and lovely roses... all create a poetic scene. "Marco Gilberth, this is the eighteenth time I've reminded you of your painting. A duke should study business and politics, not indulge in fanciful art."

The scent of purity clung to its skin, the scent of the Moon, and she wondered why it was here. Had Michael finally gained the courage to try and end her? “Submit,” She growled out. She put power behind her tone this time and the dominance she had kept locked up over the last few months flooded the air. Theo dropped to his knees and the wolf coiled up on itself and slowly transitioned back to their human form. The crunching of bones filled the air before a panting woman lay before her. Green eyes looked at her through a shield of blonde hair before looking away, unable to hold her powerful gaze. Adelaide let her gaze roam over her as her claws retracted. She had little to no scars on her bod

She was with him the first time she came here, and now she was alone. However, she wasn’t sad or disappointed. Her body and soul were ruined beyond repair… She was still calm; Silje realized that if a person was in too much pain, it could make that person tranquil. It was a gloomy winter day and too early for the park to be crowded with people. Oddly enough though, the lake was swarming with white swans. Staring at them, Silje suddenly felt something. The white swans… “…” The whiteness of them reminded her of ashes, bringing back the devastation to her heart.

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

Stanley woke up. Wendy lit the candles on the cake. The flickering glow illuminated her reflection in the nearby mirror—a plain housewife in a dull black-and-white dress, devoid of charm or excitement. Meanwhile, Jessica, now a successful ballerina, was young, vibrant, and beautiful. Wendy was an ugly duckling, while Jessica was the white swan. After waking up, Stanley abandoned the ugly duckling and returned to the white swan's side. Wendy let out a bitter laugh.

Duchess Selene gibed at Ladia's face. Duchess Selene, the youngest duke of the empire, was a prodigy from birth who rose to the rank of a duke at just 26 years of age. She attained the title of S-class at the age of 22. A Master of poison arts, even while being the duke with the lowest level, none would dare stand in her path.

She snickered. My eyes widened at the mention of the Duchesses name. Duchess Von Keem was a cruel ruthless woman. She would do anything to remain as the prince's soon to be wife. I heard she slapped a count’s daughter just for admiring the prince during a hunting tournament. It was said that Lady Meroux gave the prince a favor. That was why she received a harsh smack from the Duchess. The rumors say that the bruising lasted weeks