The Dutch House Kindle Novels & Stories

“Ugh, it feels like I’m locked up,” Alessandra muttered as she bit her nails, sitting on the bed in her room at the Terrence duchy residence. The room was lavish and beautiful, just as her room in the Maximillan duchy residence. “Even though I am locked up like this, perhaps it won’t be too bad. After all, Alessandro has to do all my work today, haha. He won’t be able to rest at all.”

But the words cut deeper than any blade. "You can rest in peace now." My ghost trembled in the air, nearly coming apart. So even after my death, even in my father's mind, I was still nothing but a doomed curse—and my suffering was nothing but an offering to comfort his dead son. Just then, Old George, the family butler, came in carrying a steaming bowl of nutritional broth. George had watched us boys grow up—and he was the only soul in this cold house who'd ever shown me any kindness.

"I'll go." Minutes later, they were on the road, the carriage rattling through the dense forest. The Duke sat across from her, his gaze unwavering. "Where are we going?" she asked, clutching the seat as the carriage jolted over a bump. "To a safe house," he replied. "A place where Lord Thomas's influence doesn't reach." Silence enveloped them, the tension palpable. Victoria's mind raced with possibilities and doubts. Could she truly trust the Duke, or was she stepping from one trap into another?

No one would have thought that Duke Morgan actually hid the letter of agreement between him and Queen Melisa in his residence. Perhaps because the man couldn't trust the people of the Sigmund Kingdom, Duke Morgan felt that hiding such an important letter in his house was a safer option. He certainly wouldn't have guessed that once he left, his brother would order his troops to search his residence and interrogate everyone who knew the duke.

All the houses were locked and everyone was inside, there were people pulling curtains to peek out at the flying device passing by over their houses. The coach landed on the front lawn of a mansion made from black bricks. These Bricks were everywhere and seemed to be the building material of choice for rich people. Disembarking the coach, Megan noticed a fat old blue-skinned man coming out of the house with a frightened look on his face. Noticing vulta, he sprinted as fast as his chubby legs could carry him, howling in distress, "Vulta! it's good that you're here. The entire Shutter Bury is in shambles, the Duke is dead."

Tires screeched with friction, while she lost them skillfully swirling the vehicle through small lanes, just like Dante instructed. She found a pharmacy on the way. She picked up a few supplies she needed to treat Dante before she drove him to the house he said. The house Dante mentioned was nestled deeper in the sand dunes. Montana is sitting around a desert. There is little to no greenery around this area. Only small plants or desert plants can be seen. So the house Dante mentioned is also hidden among the sand dunes, away from the main road. The house is sitting on a raised surface surrounded by thick date palm trees. The house is modest with two floors. It looked abandoned from outside,

They entered the big house with high fences. Angel looked at the house and admired it. The building was like a well-maintained and luxurious Dutch colonial building, and the garden, the wide front garden, is very beautiful and well-maintained. Angel glanced at Jim, if it was Jim who was in charge of taking care of this garden, he would take care of it with all his heart because the garden is truly, incredibly beautiful. "Come on." Jim half led her into the house.

Cold green eyes pinned her to her chair, but Adeline did not flinch when he said, "This is probably the first noble gesture you've ever made, but it's quite unnecessary. I have no intention of beating my wife." "I'm trying to tell you something!" The duchess snapped at him. "Be so good as to listen!" Choosing his words with care, Henry said softly, "I've had enough of this conversation, aunt, and I would like to remind you that this is my house, and Cassandra is my wife. Unless you want to leave immediately, I suggest that the subject be dropped." The duchess glowered at him, and said, "You always were a hard-headed boy, Henry Blake, but I had thought you had more sense than your father! He

After his grandfather had passed away, Duncan's father had no intention of moving back into the house, and had given it to his son and new daughter-in-law as a wedding gift. The house set in the middle of cotton farming country in West Texas. Set back about half a mile from the highway down a dirt road, it was nestled up against a stand of Mesquite trees. The house had three bedrooms and two baths, though only one of each were in use since it was just the two of them. With Heidi coming to visit, Kelly had to make sure she had the guest room cleaned out. Despite Duncan trying to distract her with multiple bouts of kissing and groping, they were able to clean the room. Boxes of junk went into

she asked Nick before her husband was smiling at her. "Ours," he simply said before Niklaus was pulling her toward the cottage. The door suddenly opened before the butler was bowing at the new owners of the property, the Duke of Belikov and his Duchess. "Welcome, milord, milady. I hope the travel is convenient?" the butler said as Nick was nodding his head. "It is. Is everything in its place for I would love for the duchess to rest her head after such travel?" he asked before the butler bowed.