Swan Duchess Novels & Stories

"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.

Sabina half-whispered to the Duchess as she was careful not to let her father hear the conversation. Duke Luwen Rozenreff was just silent as his daughter entered the courtroom with her head held high as if she was telling him she would win the trial. As a father, he wanted Tori to win the trial. She's the product of love from his beloved wife, but seeing the exact dress that his wife wore during the heart-wrenching funeral. The Duke felt like he was losing her daughter today too, though he did not want to acknowledge the fact that the second prince was escorting Victoria.

Somehow. I barely noticed Flynn until he appeared, portmanteau in hand, grin wide and reckless. “Where have you been?” I hissed. “What is that?” He shrugged, boyish and unrepentant. “Something.” I glared. “You’re stealing?” “Of course. What else do I do best?” I nearly laughed, but the sight of the ballroom below swallowed the sound. Tremaine. The Prince. Dancing. The air electric with anticipation. “No,” I whispered, panic rising. “No, no, no…”

“A lot of people know about me.” “Not just the headlines. Not just ‘youngest millionaire.’” He leaned in. “I know the Volkov side, the cold hearted wolf. And I know you’re serious about this dessert. The current Swan Queen is one of my top sellers. If you want her exclusively, we’re talking a large sum.”

And Arthur… Arthur was still out there, a silent partner in the chaos, watching his scenario play out. I pulled out the phone from my pocket. It had no signal, just as Luther predicted. But it had a notes app. I typed the word, my fingers numb with cold. SWAN. Keila peered at it. “Like the bird?” “Like the bird,” I murmured. And then it clicked. Not a bird. A song. A children’s song. “Swanee River.” Too obvious. A ballet. “Swan Lake.” Swan Lake. The story of a princess turned into a swan. A curse. A deception. A prince who must choose the right swan to break the spell.

Daniel was half-naked, put his arm behind his head, looked at her, and couldn't stop smiling, just a minute ago she was the same girl who was energyless and unwilling to talk, and now she was full of energy and one after another question. Daniel then said, " Swan is bringing her from Canada, he will take her to his villa first." Anna showed dissatisfaction and said, " why to brother swan villa why not ours?" Daniel then extended his hand and pinched anna's nose making her cry in pain. Anna shook off his hand and said "I dare you to pinch me one more time and I will..."

It’s one thing to lose face, but dragging Evander down with you? She vowed that by the end of this race, Evander would retract his earlier grand declarations of love! A duck is still a duck— it can’t become a swan! ***

A tantrum... A tantrum saved the life of the last heir of Whitespire princess Daciana. It was indeed indecorous yet it kept Daciana alive. Everything changed that dreadful night where the royal family was to attend that year's annual ball. Daciana loathed royal balls and didn't fail to hide her resentment, she spoke about it all day and her mother had just enough of her banter sending her to her room as punishment but that was all Daciana wanted to be home alone and read the books she sneaked from the library,

“Yes. It is indeed. The naked man you met beside the lake last week” “You’re…you’re the Duke?” “Cedric Blackwood, Seventh Duke of Springbrook.” He gazed at her vivid, passionate face. “But from the look on your face, I suppose you’re probably wanting to call me “that asshole”.” “That’s why you were swimming,” she said, ignoring him. “You weren’t trespassing.” “No.” He shook his head slowly. “I was out for a run and decided to cool off in the lake. My lake.”

I let out a muffled cry as the gun injects the device into my flesh, but I stop myself as I feel worse pain, Katerina laughs at my pain and then releases me to walk with Dimitri around the base. ______________ Good Miss Marin. - He says politely looking at me - Our base was founded a few years ago, right after the death of Princess Louise Ranov. - I look at him in surprise. ______________ For what reason? - Dimitri asks me to wait with an elegant signal with his hands. _______________ When the princess died, the king of Russia suffered an immense amount of pain and resentment against the Crowther family, he blamed them for losing his only daughter, so he requested that the best Russian soldi