The Monster Duchess And The Contract Princess Novels & Stories

“Impressive restraint back there. I almost thought you’d break your little toy in half.” Lucifer’s voice coiled in my mind, sharp with warning. ‘That’s no toy. That’s his duchess. A bargaining chip… or bait.’ Draven’s smirk deepened. “Come inside, Vladimyr. Or should I bring your mate back out for another round?” The duchess flinched under his grip, and for a heartbeat, I saw something else in her—fear sharpened into a silent plea. My stake was still slick with my blood. My rage burned hotter than Lucifer’s shadow.

came Darth’s voice, still as the water and almost too quiet to catch. “I won’t,” I responded, “I wouldn’t risk the life of people to do so.” “You’re right, you won’t. Yet, for some reason, that still isn’t enough to convince me. I mean, you both are pretty good at acting, I won’t be surprised if I ended up being fooled by the lot of you.” “You’re a sorcerer, and a powerful one at that. I’d be a fool to cross you.” “Mira was the moon goddess and yet she’s my prisoner. I won’t make the same mistake she made by underestimating my opponent.”

The castle was dimly lit while blood stains marked the floors and my shoulder ached with pain. But as I lay in the arms of the Mad King, I knew one thing for certain. The High Council had made a fatal mistake. The Princess who woke up tonight did not return to her domain. They awakened a monster. Dante was going to make them pay with blood.

She knew it could make her situation worse. “But I have no other option left. I will summon a demon and make a contract with him. I will ask him to be my bodyguard.” She nodded for self reassurance as started the rest of the ritual. Her hands trembled as she mixed the contents of the cup. It wasn’t as if she didn’t know what she was doing. She knew what it would lead to but she had done her research. The type of demon she was going to summon would be a contract demon. They aren’t known to bother humans unless it is to collect their part of the bargain.

Damn his pride and honor anyway. What a mess. I was a princess who had a fiancé back on earth, a fiancé on Kurr, and a vampire lover who wanted me, but wouldn’t break a stupid marriage promise between two dead people and his best friend -who, in actuality, was my step brother and a prince. I made up my mind right then and there that I wasn’t going to be manipulated by any of them. I stopped at the doorway of the cave and looked Jack squarely and defiantly in the eye. I could have been imagining it, but I think I caught him flinch just a smidgeon. After staring long enough to get my point across, I turned to Drake.

Seeing her stun face, yet all too eager to listen, he finished the tale by telling. “Seeing such Alice told the Cook to mind herself, and even tries to change the topic by telling about the earth’s axis. But the Duchess misheard her and thinks that she meant about axes. Alas, the Duchess screams of ‘Chop off her head!’ then she starts to sing a nasty lullaby.” Stopping with that word as Chantal is taken blankly somewhere. He then drew his signature cunning smile and whispers. “Do not worry, everything is just a game after all. And in the middle of that game it just comes that you are one of the needed sacrifices, Chantal.”

Valor stood, keeping his hands firm on the table. "How will you three accomplish such a mission? How will you fight the monsters with only yourself and two women to slow you down?" One of the lords spoke up, gesturing to Valor, Aynyra and Rhaenyx. Rhae smiled, "these women, have magic. I could burn you all in seconds, before you could get your fat asses out of your chairs." Rhae's threats were met with uproar, the council yelling to Valor about the 'whore' he was standing next to.

Especially when my ten-thousand-dollar paycheck was on the line. "We'll see about that," Victoria hissed. She turned around, her high heels clicking aggressively against the marble floor as she stormed toward the grand staircase. I dropped the dish towel onto the counter and quickly followed her. If she ruined the contract Kalix was working so hard to fix, he'd probably fire everyone in the building out of sheer rage. I had to stop her, or at least warn him. Victoria practically flew up the stairs, ignoring me as I trailed a few steps behind. She reached the third floor and didn't even bother knocking. She threw the heavy double doors of the master suite open with a loud bang.