The Monster Duchess And The Contract Princess Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

The great duchess, the phoenix who swallowed the sun - was sitting, a huge book in her lap, a worried face. I was so distracted, so sure that nothing and no one would enter that place... that he did not realize my presence; his body remained motionless even as I approached, his eyes still fixed on the fireplace, even when I held firmly on my dagger and she simply did not hear the sound of my footsteps as I approached from behind, not until my blade had been sunk into her chest and my claws ripped her throat. The blood gushed and the beats were gone, my eyes fixed on me as if questioning about reality, about what was happening and for some reason, I could not move.

The way she had looked at me toward the end of it with something unguarded in her expression that she had not arranged away quickly enough. And then Monday morning. Correct. Measured. Present from behind glass. I understood why. I understood it in the specific way of recognizing something you had done yourself. The pulling back. The deliberate reinstatement of distance when something had gotten closer than the agreed terms allowed for. Clause one. She was honoring the contract. I looked at the city for a long time. And thought about the fact that for the first time in a long time the contract felt less like a structure and more like an obstacle.

Her stomach was a mess of nerves and adrenaline. "Mr. Romeo is waiting in the study," the woman said. "He says it’s time to begin." Emmanuella stood up and smoothed her black dress. She caught her reflection in the mirror. The girl looking back didn't look like a victim anymore. Her eyes were hard, her posture straight. She followed the woman through the labyrinth of the house until they reached a room lined with thousands of leather-bound books. Romeo sat behind a massive oak desk, lit by the morning sun.

“But first, we need to book a room.” Graham’s eyes widened in anticipation. “A room? Here? Now?” “Yes,” I replied, my voice low and seductive. “The most luxurious one they have.” He didn’t need to be told twice. Practically dragging me to the front desk, he booked the best suite available. With a knowing smile, the concierge handed him the key card, and we headed towards the elevator. As the doors closed behind us, I felt a thrill of victory. Graham was completely under my spell, and Flora was about to face the consequences. “This is going to be unforgettable,” I thought, my heart racing with excitement.

Majori’s POV: I… am not dead? With great effort, I lifted my eyelids, feeling exhaustion deep to the bone. The first thing I saw was a high ceiling covered in old European motifs. The gilded patterns had faded with time, forming roses and winding grapevines that intertwined like a frozen garden suspended in the air. At the center hung a massive crystal chandelier, its glass droplets scattering faint light across the ceiling cold, yet exquisitely beautiful. This… was the room Vincent had given me when I first came to the Silverfang Pack.

I screamed. "I can help you make him suffer for everything he has done," he said, ignoring my outburst. He didn't flinch. Slowly, he reached down, stretching out a gloved hand toward me. The gesture was simple, but it felt like a contract. "Why stay here crying for a ghost when you could be the one haunting him? Take my hand, Anna. Let me help you." What’s going on? I stared at his hand. He was a stranger. He was a mystery. He was probably dangerous. But as I looked at his calm and confident face, I was tempted.

Letitia asked shielding her maid from the scary man's view. "I believe he would tell you himself. We should leave now if we want to enter Kerstone early." He replied instead and turned around walking ahead. "He's the Duke of Kerstone." Constance mumbled to Letitia's hearing and Mateo stopped abruptly. He sighed before he turned around to a place faced Letitia and a red faced Constance. "My lady?" He called. Letitia gulped harshly. The Duke of Kerstone? Then she was dead! "My lady?" Mateo called shaking her a little and she gasped looking up at him.

Not yet. She walked back into the pack house, her steps slow, her eyes cold. Her heart pounded in her chest—not with pain, but with purpose. She didn’t cry. She didn’t scream. She had made a deal with the devil. Now it was time to keep it. — Later that night, Mira paced inside her private chamber. A single candle was burning by the window. Her hair was damp from the bath, her robe tied tight at her waist, and yet sleep was far from her. Because she was busy thinking about everything that happened earlier.

Do you want to take part in this little game of mine? “My, my, was a no an answer?” The maid grinned to her ears as she read the letter. “Why would I refuse such a blessing?” She struck the hard wall, which slightly cracked. A little maid like her, short and white, frail as a white rabbit, was in fact a tigress! Strong and confident! The maid softly chuckles, “Then, the silent chase… begins~” _______ KircheLeaf SEASON ONE _______ ~ END of CHAPTER SIX ~

“I told you, right here.” Her eyes turn to purple again. “I am so happy to be your Duchess,” She smiles. “But can you promise me that you won’t be cruel? I have heard that Royal Werewolves are cruel and violent.” I laugh. “I mean, every creature is capable of being that. But I will never be that way to you.” She smiles and starts to lean in. Suddenly, she gasps and disappears. SON OF A BITCH!