Novel & Cerita Swan Duchess

Ada looks out the window and sees the Eifel Tower. “We are meeting Alpha Jean and Luna Michelle,” Duke tells them. “We know,” Emma laughs. “Mom gave us the briefing books,” Ada tells him. “We are the Grand Duchesses,” Emma teases him. Duke smiles at his Duchesses as they open the doors of the plane. Duke starts down the steps and helps Emma then Ada. “Your Graces,” Alpha Jean greets them a bow. “Luna Michelle, your suit is beautiful,” Ada compliments the Luna while shaking her hand.

“This is just a glimpse of your Erasthai’s true face, Your Majesty.” Little Swan’s questionable closeness with Dylan in the pictures skyrocketed my fury, I hardly suppressed the fire in my chest and said, “I am listening!”

Duchess Moina chuckles as she tells herself. "I should be going..." She lets go of the whip on her hand, letting it drop on the floor as she sways her hips to turn around from Lady Berenice's blurry sight. With no energy left to move, Lady Berenice's eyes start to close. After some time ~~~~~ "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE!" The Duchess is found screaming in fury in the hallway. ﾟ*☆*ﾟ ゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟ ゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟ ゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟﾟ*☆*ﾟ

◼◼◼ Amilia POV As I waited for the designer to arrive, the butler approached me, letting me the duel was on. I was excited; I have fought with him before, not in the correct way, but I know most of his moves. So having a duel right in front of everyone would be a grand show. As my mind wanders, I hear someone call my name. “Hey, girl,” the stranger said. “Oh, hi, Laura,” I said, waving my hand. Laura was Victor’s mate, as Roxana wouldn’t be in my ceremony. I asked Victor’s mate to help me. I met her a couple of weeks ago; she is excellent, and I found her friendly immediately. She’s been of great help.

Lady Vivanna Pursioe Rorei, Duchess of Portburgh. -OH MY GOD! I AM THE VILLAIN OF THE STORY!!-

My dragon clawed around the base of the tree wanting to finish the job. “Why are you here?” As much as my hunch told me they were looking for Odessa, I didn’t want to believe it. Maybe they were hunting someone else. “Some slave to the Duke in Vamparia,” he rasped. “Please let me go.” I snarled, my fire burning into my neck. “What slave?” I pushed. “A girl named Odessa. She is the Duke’s old blood bag. She is supposed to become the duchess. Taking her as a mate,” his breathing labored, spat out blood from his mouth. Blood pooled at the base of the tree, surely a gash in his gut.

Behind him a smaller figure looked quietly at the duchess, her blue-flecked eyes a mix of pity and anger. "Chief Zan! Your Majesty!" Ravenna rose quickly. Zan clapped and soldiers flooded the building and took the servants and Duchess into custody. Seeing her situation, the thin old woman quickly changed her tune. "There has been some mistake. This man was trying to secure me to rebel against you, but I would never…"

Sometimes she was the first in class and the last to leave. Luca was in awe of her dedication. But it was the raw passion she'd shown in Emme's version of Swan Lake two years ago at the town hall that blew him away. He had deliberately gone in just as the doors were about to close, and sat right at the back, in a dinghy corner. But he'd still stuck out like a sore thumb amongst the sea of bodies dressed in their Sunday's best, and attracted a few stares from the townspeople with his dark jeans, T-shirt, and the fedora hat hanging low on his head. No one had approached him, though. And he had blissfully lost himself in Cadence's performance from the moment she glided onto the stage as Odette,

"Sir, You and I know that I am engaged to your friend, Seth Nathaniel…you wouldn't expect me to leave him, would you?" She asked as she stared askance at Wade Roberto. "Of course not…but judging from the money involved I think you can…you know, make some adjustments." His voice was laced with authority. The room was becoming claustrophobic, each passing moment stretching like an eternity. "I really don't think so sir, I have a fiance and I know he would be really mad if I even mentioned this to him." Daisy Hunter said, her voice was barely above whispers. "You know what Daisy, I will leave the offer open to you…think of the whole lot of things you can do with twenty billion dollars."

"And make sure the champagne is the '08 vintage, not the '12. The Duchess has a very unique taste in wines." "Yes, Mr. Riggs," the woman nodded, quickly taking down notes. "And the seating arrangement..." "Leave that to me," Dante cut her off. "I'll handle Ms. Calder's placement personally." As the event planner scurried off, Dante smiled in satisfaction. He had her now - the invitation had been the perfect lure. Just the mention of the Harlow board members and she'd immediately accepted. He could see it in her eyes when he'd mentioned it. Valerie Calder might be the so-called Duchess of New York, but every queen had her price.