Novel & Cerita The Bloody Duchess True Story

At some point she was asked for her passport and she stared at the Guard perplexed, ‘My passport? She was so pale she was grey, her eyes were red-rimmed from all the crying she had done and she was dirty, her clothes crumpled, her hair un-brushed, she looked like a lost child. The Guard thought she might be a runaway so he asked to see her passport Tash rummaged in her backpack, the only thing she had brought with her, and produced her British passport. The Guard looked shocked, the lost ‘child’ was an English Duchess and an adult, ‘I am so sorry My Lady’

I wanted to run blindly into his warm arms, seeking refuge. But there was no Duke. My knees betrayed me, buckling under the weight of disappointment. My savior wasn't the Duke. It was his sister, accompanied by a man I didn't recognize. He pushed the other two attackers aside and aimed his pistol at them. One attacker had pulled out their knife but quickly sheathed the weapon at the sight of the gun. Feeling outmatched, they mumbled curses and melted back into the shadows. I grabbed Lady Mabel Hawthorne's outstretched arm with trembling hands, barely managing to get up. My dress was ripped, and I could taste blood from the cut on my lip.

After much petitioning, he was finally granted it. When he reached the village just below the castle, he was horrified by the stories that were told to him. After much searching and digging of information, he was finally able to discover the fate of his one true love. She’d joined the ranks of hundreds of other virgin women and become the victim of the cruelty of the Bloody Countess. She’d become the victim of her own mistress, Countess Bethany; a woman who was obsessed with youth and beauty and drained the blood of young virgins for drinking and bathing because she believed that this would prevent her from losing her all too precious youthful appearance.

- Don't make me hate you, d'Ampezzo, what I once won, I lost now, my parents were murdered on the way to Prato, or they were kidnapped, nothing is known about them after two days a false letter takes me from my guardians, coming from some robbers rather than from my parents, and taken to Vicenza, in the mountains, from where you saved me, then brought to Rome in this deserted house, with a neglected garden and with wild flowers, hidden from the eyes of many, and you d'Ampezzo do not inspire so much fear in the city, that to protect, from kidnappers a poor duchess, maybe you will fight to take care of me a whole life, but I can't promise you that I will be able to regain the lost rank! Knight

I watched him as he walked out of my penthouse with determination and urgency in his steps and knew that he was going to make everything go smoothly as he usually does. I rest back against the couch I was seated on, closed my eyes, and smiled. If she thinks that she could just escape my clutches like that, then she’s got to think twice about that. But then the next minute, a frown replaced the smile on my face, as my thought drifted to the dangers that she was about to face soon. From past histories, the previous Blue Bloods weren’t able to overcome all the challenges they faced from the moment they were discovered before they were eventually killed.

He steadied her, his arm wrapped firmly around her waist. As they emerged from the cell, the scene outside was a maelstrom of destruction. Bodies lay sprawled on the ground, some still, some groaning. James’s men, grim-faced and efficient, moved through the wreckage, securing the area. The man in the tailored suit, her primary captor, lay motionless near a shattered window, a dark stain spreading across his expensive shirt. Ella averted her gaze, a wave of nausea washing over her. This was James’s world, a brutal, unforgiving reality she had only glimpsed before.

A shockwave burst out as he was speaking, sending three of the witches crashing to the floor, their screams dissipated on hidden tides. "Go!" he commanded. "Others will come." We fought our way out of the ambush, but at a price. Two wolves bled from wounds that seethed with lingering magic, and Dylan had a gash across his arm. We were battered, drained, but alive when we came out of the borderlands. Eleanor's hands shook as she used a cloth to clean a warrior's wound, her eyes wide with terror. She strained to hide from everyone. When the campfire was finally lit that night, I sat away from the rest, sharpening my blade, and watching how the firelight played over her face.

Cassian cut down an assassin who lunged too close, his blade flashing like silver fire. Another serpent charged at me, dagger raised. I twisted aside, seizing his wrist and driving his own blade into his chest with cold precision. He crumpled at my feet, his blood soaking into the dust. Gasps rippled through the crowd. The duchess is fighting once again not cowering, not fleeing, but standing. The serpents hissed curses, their leader snarling from atop a stall. “You will not wear the crown, Valcrest! Your blood will drown it!”

The duchess said as she set the few volumes of books on the table. Seeing that Romeo at least looked a little better at what he heard, the duchess sighed in relief. She knew that Romeo was not just loathing himself right now for drinking his own wife's blood, but he was also thinking about what he would do now that his wife's blood was no longer pure. He must have been agonising over the fact that Dacria and anywhere else in this empire was no longer safe for his wife now that she had been bitten.