Swan Duchess Novels & Stories

They had different kinds of swans: Mute Swan, Tundra Swan, and Trumpeter Swan. They radiated arrogance and gracefully took pride in their feathers. It was like the clouds were spread on the lake with all the white swans swimming in it as graciously as dancers. People had to say Qianci had a taste and along with taste she was adorned with a monumental ego. Everything in the Mansion was unique, rare, and sophisticatedly designed. It was obvious Old Madam Qianci didn't like having things like everyone has them. She took pride in having the best, the rarest, and things not easy to come by.

she chuckled. Yes, it is correct. Her smile was never visible to me. Is it possible that she is having a problem? It's no longer my business to mind so I shrugged. When we arrived at the cafeteria, we immediately placed our bags on a vacant table and proceeded to the counter to order food. I just ordered fried chicken, salad, and a mango shake. "Oh crap! They are here." My gaze was drawn to Sancha, who was squealing quietly at my side. "Who?" "The Millennium Dreams!"

Lea wanted to start a new beginning with Chris. Lea looks especially exquisite tonight. Her beauty shone like a bright light in the gloomy dining room of Winshord Castle where Chris Duvier dines with her. After her sister’s death, Chris made the estate his official home. He never left the place except for work or meetings. The castle is more beautiful now. The grounds and the interior are well kept and updated. Agnes’ beloved servants have remained in the castle ground with their own houses, a salary, and free healthcare. Chris Duvier made sure that all of them remain comfortable until the day they die.

I leaned back in my dining chair, my eyes staring at the small back that had been lying next to me in my bed these past couple of days. The gentle sway of her hips reminded me of how many times I had wrapped my hands around them, holding her tight while I whispered sweet nothings in her ear and made endless love to her. My little swan had completely adapted to being mine. She complied with everything I said, followed my rules, and had even become happier now that I allowed her to go back to campus, roaming public spaces again. Little does she know it was because I'm building a case where I can probably have more chance in venturing our adventure to public space.

I am also like you dear , my name is Jade and I can help you get revenge against Barbie and that old lady if you interested let meet at the cafe shop down your street Ophelia smirked wickedly as she messaged Jade back. Sure let meet up "I will make your life a living hell Barbie " she mumbled with a dark smirk. < FEW DAYS LATER ~ Mark's MANSION > Swan was discharged some days ago , she had healed quickly and was now playing around the living room with her brother Steve , they were drawing. Both brother and sister really had the talent for drawing , at the age of five they could draw something a ten years old child couldn't.

My hands shook as I typed the name into the search bar: Nathan Swan. The screen flickered to life, and the first headline hit me like a physical blow. "SWAN LAKE ALPHA’S ADOPTED DAUGHTER COMMITS SUICIDE AFTER BRUTAL MURDER OF SWAN HEIR." I scrolled down, my breath hitching in my chest. There were photos of the "funeral"—a sombre, expensive affair. Vanessa was front and centre, draped in black lace, dabbing at her eyes with a handkerchief.

Katie said sprinting off. Swan grabbed my hand trying to calm my weary nerves. It didn't work. "The Goddess never bestows her gifts on us only to have her children burdened. It's up to us to figure out what makes sense and go with it, my lady," Swan explained. "What would you have me do? I love them both!" I whisper shouted. "But you love one of them more," she said plainly. "I really love them both. It's hard to keep it straight when one is coming on so strong while the other is dismissing me as if I'm merely just another she-wolf seeking his attention. I’m his wife,” I said rolling my eyes. "Did my grandmother, Gertrude ever tell you how she got her gift?" Swan asked. "No," I answered. "We

I remained where I was, standing at the edge of the small lake, my attention seemingly fixed on the swans drifting peacefully across the water. “That woman was Miss Angelicca Severia,” the Beta continued. “They believe she died during the last war. But what they don't know is that the human is still alive... here, within our pack.” I slowly lowered my hand and looked at the remaining feed inside the large pouch. There was barely anything left. I took the last handful and scattered it across the surface of the water. The swans immediately gathered around the floating pieces, their wings brushing against one another as they competed for the food.

The floor felt like it had opened up beneath me. His voice cut through the room like a cold blade, each of the words filled with venom "I Reject Rachael Snyder as my Mate. She is just an outcast who no one wants, so why should I be the one to be mated to such an unfortunate being.", Mike growled, stepping off the stage to meet the gaze of everyone present. "Don't be fooled by the name sir. She is an original, that's what the moon goddess told me.", Sari urged him to revoke his sentence but he didn't care any more about it.

One man asked Swan to dance. She accepted. The music pulsed with their bodies pressed close. He whispered in her ear how sexy she was, and offered to get her a drink. A dirty martini. She accepted it and drank it fast, a little too fast. So fast her head spun. “I think I need to sit down,” she said. He led her away, down a hallway, into a private room. Swan tried to sit up, but her arms gave out beneath her. Her body felt heavy and wrong. Like it wasn’t hers anymore.