Swan Duchess Novels & Stories

Even if she could, it would take a long time, and Regina would freeze to death. Sira realized she would have to ask for help from people nearby, hoping someone would help her get the mistress out. Running around looking for people, she came across Mira, her aunt. "Auntie, help me!" Sira said in a trembling tone. "What's wrong? Tell me what happened?" Mira looked at her niece intently, searching for answers. "Duchess was buried by a pile of snow that fell from a tree while she was watching the snow fall." Sira pointed to where the mistress was trembling.

Lady Sophia carefully carried the tray and put it down on the table. "Your Grace, this is the ginger tea that you like. Please have it while it's still hot." Lady Sophia's voice was calm as per her normal behavior. She didn't show any trace of her earlier disappointment and hurt towards the Duke. Duke Kensington, who was doing his work, looked up when he heard Lady Sophia. "Where is the Duchess?" "Her Grace is by the river. She wants to paint and not to be disturbed by anyone, Your Grace." Lady Sophia informed the Duke.

It was my fault Beatrice was in this situation to begin with. “Luke, bring me Rosalind and Edmund!” Walda commanded, ready to get to work. Luke followed her instructions and brought forward the peculiar swans—one black, one white. Then, under Walda’s direction, he carefully placed them on Beatrice’s chest, which was rising and falling erratically. Everyone seemed to hold their breath, waiting for what was about to happen. I think I stared so hard my eyes nearly popped out. The two swans curved their elegant necks together, almost like they were dancing or embracing. And then, just as I was starting to process that weirdness, the white one laid a golden egg.

Anbir muttered. "Well, if you don't want the pearl perhaps, I am simply wasting my time." The voice called out again. Anbir turned again. Apart from a swan that was wearing a crown, there was nobody around. It could not be? "Will you speak something?" The swan said impatiently. "You can talk?" Anbir literally jumped in shock staring at the majestic white swan with the little crown on its head. "Of course, I can talk! I am the king of swans, a descendant of Goddess Sarasvati’s pet swan. I am not some common bird." The swan replied looking offended.

Jasper was in conversation with Mrs Troutridge, the name suited her, and her beauty therapist had gone overboard with the Botox. His mind wandered to a fantasy painting of Evadne Troutridge with a mermaids tail and her long blond extensions floating in the water and her humongous breasts bobbing up and down in the waves like a life jacket. She would be caught in a fishing net and struggling to get out to be with all her mini triplet Troutridges; Wayne, and Dwayne, "ooh I just had to call them after cowboys." She had told him breathlessly.

I whisper amazed by the view. This is the place, we first met in our past life. The place which held so many memories. I can never forget this place. It was beautiful then, it is beautiful now. There are peacocks and swans everywhere. Different kinds of beautiful flowers give the atmosphere the most beautiful and peaceful aura. The peacocks dancing with their beautiful feathers fully on display is a sight to behold. I never saw a more beautiful visual than this. The beautiful white doves, floating on the water occasionally catching fishes and playing with each other, it's beauty at it's best.

“Oh, please, Inez. Jaxon will never find out and if he does then what is the worst-case scenario anyway. He will probably divorce me and then I will be free to marry William.” He listened to her laughing and whoever she was talking to must have said something because the next thing he heard was his wife saying, “Trust me, William will divorce that insufferable bitch who never knows her place. I swear you have no idea how much I want to drag her by the hair and dump her to the nearest trash can if it were not for Jax.” Paris giggled again. “Plus, Paris Windsor, Duchess of Ashbourne sounds great, isn’t it? Fine, Countess of Stilton for now but not for long. Once his dad and his grandfather exp

I commented and pointed at the diamond ring she was wearing. "This… this was a reward from the duchess." She answered. "The duchess? Weren't you only hired 10 years ago? My mother was already dead by then, which duchess are you talking about?" I asked sharply. "I… I'm sorry, my lady. I misspoke." She apologized. "Carmella, good timing. Tell Sir Danyll to round up all the servants in the main hall and please gather the expenses report of the castle immediately." I ordered as soon as I saw Carmella enter with the tea.

Soon after, she fell into disadvantage, and the female monarch noticed it as a victorious smirked creeped up in her purple chapped lips. "You're going to die, any last words?" The female monarch mocked, brandishing her claws against Twilight one after another, with gleeful tone as if she had already won. "F*ck you! F*ck you and your damned children! Burn in hell!" BANG! Both Twilight and the female monarch flew away from each other due to the powerful explosion caused by Twilight's spiritual power bursting out. A loud bang resounded as Twilight landed heavily on the ground. When she opened her eyes, she saw that she had fallen beside the unmoving Patrick. Thankfully, the man didn't forget to

My hand reached for my cheek when I felt something heavy there. "That'll take a while." Tricia told me in a low voice. "But the swelling is getting better now. Don't worry, you'll be fine." I sat on the couch I was laying down. Tricia stepped away from me when Duke sat in front of me. "Had I known this would have happened to you, I shouldn't have let you come here tonight!" He hissed before he carefully touched my jaw and inspected my swollen cheek. "F*ck!" I heard Duke cussing before I saw him turn to Beta Koby. "Go and get that as*hole!"