Swan Duchess Novels & Stories

Princess Shelyca handed to him a Prince’s outfit and a black male swan mask. Dareon grinned upon seeing his mask. “A black male swan, hmmm and you are my white swan.” “Yes. I am your wife, so I should be your counterpart.” Proudly, Princess Shelyca answered. With that Dareon smiled and then suddenly asked, “Do you know that swans can mate for life and that when either of their partners dies, the remaining swan will die too because of heartbreak?” His eyes were dancing when he looked at her, waiting for her reply.

She could sense the frustration in David, and even as she wanted to spring it loose, she wasn’t sure the entertainment wasn’t more satisfying. “Go away, bird,” David growled. “Kiss, kiss, kiss.” Duchess flapped into the cabin, her talons clicking on the table as she perched and twisted her head one way and then the other. “Berries for pretty girl.” She clicked her beak. Bonnie swore she saw the bird grin. —------------------- “Squawk. land ho. Reach for the sky!” A flap of feathers and the now-familiar sound of sharp talons clacking onto the rail-ing beside him announced Duchess’s arrival in the wheelhouse. They’d spent most of the day on the water, making steady progress to-ward home.

"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.

A speedboat was tailing their yacht! “Attention! Mr. and Mrs. Dubois. Also known as the Duke and Duchess of Make-Believe!” The couple blinked. “You have been officially uncovered! You are not nobles of Freedonia. You have never attended a royal tea party. And no, owning a French bulldog does not make you royalty!” Isa and Owen looked at each other, stunned that the man somehow knew they had a French bulldog. “Also, please be informed: the King of Freedonia has declined to cover your tab, which now stands at one hundred twenty thousand dollars and fifty-two cents!”

"There's a reason for that." I narrowed my eyes. "Spit it out, Isabella." She hesitated, glancing toward Falcon, then back at me. "I wasn't sure at first, I’d heard it casually during my travels but I thought it was rumor.” I straightened in my chair, every muscle taut. "What?" She drew in a breath. "At the McQueen’s ball, Duncan had met his mate, a frail red haired girl. That red head was Jasmine mate. He was her first mate. He rejected her." She paused. “Publicly”

“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.”

The last part, in the afternoon, would be the mansion situated at the center of the resort where Jen and Lianne would stay. Madame Brenda d’Abbadie is the duchess of the capital, Sireix, where the Since Resort is located. She became the co-owner of the resort after an auction in which she was second to Mr. Gillard Rafael, the highest bidder. He envisioned the mansion to be the finest resort in the world, so he proposed a plan to Madame Brenda. For eight long years, she had been constantly supervising the resort since Mr. Rafael was preoccupied with other matters.

In a kingdom named Drachentia, there lived a kind-hearted Princess that earned the nickname Drachentia Kingdom’s Winter Flower. Born from the esteemed Duke of Mountravven family. Her name is Fuschia Mountravven. However, after becoming a Crown Princess, her nature was exposed.

Life will never be in her favor, and you can’t protect her forever. I’m sorry that I’m rambling on in this letter; it isn’t fair to you to not know the extent of it. My name is Elianna; I am the duchess of North-Valley and the wife of the duke. I am also Deonna’s birth mother. I had an affair with one of our slaves and we had a child together. For a while, I thought maybe I could get away with pretending she was my husband. I thought maybe he wouldn’t know; if she came out light furred, then it would all be okay, and I wouldn’t have to worry about her safety. I know sometimes it’ll happen, where a dark-furred and a light-furred will conceive and have a child that is practically light-furred.