The Duke Of Death And His Black Maid Mga Nobela at Kwento

Rickshaw rolled one majestic eye toward a hovering footman who immediately, if reluctantly, disappeared in the direction of the back office frequented by the Duke’s secretary. Emma, allowing Rickshaw to relieve her half-cape, looked doubtful. But all she said was, “Wait here for me, Henrietta. I shan’t be long.” Her maid, who had dutifully followed her in, sat primly on the edge of a chair by the wall and, under the unnerving stare of Rickshaw, lowered her round-eyed gaze to her hands.

She would be heavily scandalized if the Gossipers were looking at her blushing face right now as well as the desire that was apparent in her eyes. "Should we go home now, duchess? Why don't we have some time for some more relaxation here?" Niklaus baited her as she was snatching her fingers from his grip. He smirked before the duke was leaning against the mat as he closed his eyes. He sighed before he was humming a lullaby that was making Becca's insides jumped at the melody. It was haunting yet it was beautiful. She sighed as she was looking at the maid that was talking with the footman. She can still taste the blood that would flow from the veins of the maid as she was biting into it, sipp

--- Seraphina's POV "Your Highness, more news from the capital." My head housekeeper delivered the report in my sun-drenched seaside villa. "Duke Alistair and his son are dead. They say it was the backlash from a dark ritual." I sat in a white wicker chair, the sea breeze soft on my face. My cheeks were rosy. My body was healthy. It was as if I had never been sick at all. When my heart had stopped, I thought I would go straight to heaven.

ALMOST DEAD Meanwhile, after Malia had killed Duke and Viva, she dropped their bodies apart. She dropped one on the front door of someone and dropped the other at the back of the house.Unknown to her a maid that worked in the palace, but lived outside, owned the house she dropped the body at. The maid’s name was Anastasia snow and she had mystic powers that made people Run from her. Hidden behind that mystic powers was a girl that had healing powers. Anastasia's POV

When you added her black hair and eyes, anyone looking at her would have the uncomfortable feeling of being swallowed by darkness itself. Since the day Mars died, the duchess rarely, if never, wore any color other than black. She never explained why but everyone understood even without explanation. Despite having her name called, the duchess didn't answer for a long while before finally turning a gaze filled with ridicule to Gorfard, "Do you really think that simply by losing her blessing, Camelia's authority is something you lot can discuss and share so easily? Tell me Gorfard, did those years of peace make you lose your cunning? Or were you just always that stupid?"

It seemed like the identity of the little redhead was not simple at all. "My mother was the attending maid that day, and when the duke got home, she found out that he was convulsing in a mad spasm. She didn't know what was going on at that time. So she tried to help the duke up to his room, but in doing so, my poor mother's fate was forever condemned." She was a bit misty-eyed as she talked. "The duke, under the effect of the poison, had his way with my mother on that abhorrent night." She sobbed.

He pried it open and we entered the dark room. The smell of excrement and death hit us. Death. I couldn’t breathe. In the shadows, I saw Duke chained against the wall, unmoving. He died in this horrible place and never knew I loved him. I noticed someone else as my eyes adjusted to the light. A decayed body was chained a few yards from my man.

The Duke put his leg on the ground and stared at me; I felt as if he knew who I was and wanted to kill me. “Good! Good! Let’s destroy this whole world! The world is but an imaginary space. Don’t get fooled you fool!” Momo laughed wickedly. Mimi flew over until only a few inches separated us, she couldn’t move forward maybe because she couldn’t be away from her body. She glared at me, her eyes looking like two holes taking to the void, dark and disappointed. “I didn’t you could be a coward. I am truly disappointed. Do you see the Duke? He is cursed; if you don’t save him, he will burn like a candle quickly and die. Do you want him to die?”

I repeated once again, as I hope I'm hearing things i don't bear to hear be the actual answer to my question but my hope crash as she slowly nodded at my words. I suddenly drop the knife I was holding, causing for it to crash to something or. I softly look down, only to see the maid holding the knife that I drop directed at her bloody stomach. She layed there, staring at me before her figure turned into ashes. I slowly freaked out but when I suddenly realize something, I began to calm down. Duke Yan Leocubus... Duke of Yuan Empire, father of the villainess and last... The one and only person who will kill the villainess the moment he fell in love in the female lead....

He could not even save the woman he loved the most. Someone knocked on the mansion door. Two bodyguards in black walked in with a maid. The maid was frightened. She was trembling. She begged at Duke’s leg. “Mr. North, please forgive me. Please have mercy. Ms. Adamos is dead, and I’m just a powerless person. I haven’t done anything! Please let me go.” Duke shook her away in disgust and stepped on the back of her hand.