Viscount/viscountess Novels & Stories

That woman had just turned off his phone in the middle of him speaking! "Damn it! Vivienne!" Tristan rampaged hysterically, hitting his car dashboard repeatedly until it vibrated. Passion, curiosity, and anger were now mixed into one, making the crown prince of the Vance clan truly lose control over himself just because of a plump woman named Vivienne.

Henriette - Elizabeth Cavendish is the Mistress of the robes, Victoria's first attendant and a very close friend. Thomas intruded. "Victoria? You mean as the...old Countess?"Oliver asked. Thomas closed his eyes, then rubbed his forehead. "Victoria as the Queen. Mr. Abram, the Countess does not have a Mistress of the robes." Oliver stared. "Right." "You really have to knowledge of any of this, My God. " Oliver looked back at the woman, stealing another glance at her hand. The jewel was the bracelet Callum had stolen from, what Oliver later had learned, his mother's room the first night they went to the brothel.

When another visitor entered, the Countess almost dropped her teacup in surprise. 'It's...!' The woman wore a wine-colored dress that hugged her top but flowed down to her waist, with sheer sleeves and flowers embroidered on her waist and skirt. She wore her auburn hair down, and her gleaming golden eyes glowed brilliantly. A boy about the same age as Margaret stands behind her, with the same flaming red hair and bright golden eyes. "Marchioness Sylvestra! You're here!" The Marchioness laughs in response to such a greeting.

Both men appreciated the opportunity to exchange ideas and potentially explore future collaborations. As Liam and Mr. Chen continued their conversation, a woman in an exquisite red gown approached them. Her entrance was marked by a subtle, confident grace that drew the attention of those nearby. She was stunning, with emerald eyes, long black hair, and a red gown that highlighted her elegance and beauty. With an inviting smile, she joined the conversation, introducing herself, "Good evening, gentlemen. I couldn't help but overhear your intriguing discussion. I'm Emily, the CEO of Veridian Industries, by the way"

“That is almost impossible, Lucien's bidding room is full of Russians mostly, there are rarely any Americans there. Besides, you have to show an invitation, sent to you from him, before you can have access. Believe me, we've tried” Well, you did. Now is my turn. “You've tried, not me. Never underestimate the will of a woman Mr. Domino "His lips twitched “and who said anything about being an American?” I say in a fake Russian accent. His eyes widened in surprise, giving him a boyish look. He's cute. What?

They all nodded. "I have met her in the past. Marchioness Argerich was once wedded to Viscount Westervelt. Her reputation before was not that good due to her having sex escapades at the brothel for women ever since she married him. She even purchased some male slaves to bring them to their pack, Lone Crow pack," I said which Alpha King Azarius nodded.

she whispers asks. (A/N: After a long time of not seeing, royalty gets kissed on the knuckles as a greeting) "What?" I push her away. "Your baker. I know all the gossip." she snickers. I roll my eyes, "Alright… Viscountess, this is my lover, Micah. And Micah, this is Viscountess Tessa. The daughter of my father's childhood friend. She has half the human brain and is dumb in general. Better ignore her." I introduce them to each other.

His ice-blue eyes staring into mine made me skip some breaths and I was speechless. "This must be the person those girls were talking about," I thought to myself. "Hello, I'm Lokun," he extended a handshake to me and I shook him without saying a word. "Well, this is the part where you tell me your name too?" he said with a smile. When I couldn't talk, Zaynab interrupted what seemed to be a forever of silence. "Her name is Bisi and I am Zaynab." "It is a pleasure meeting you, Zaynab. You are indeed a loyal friend with a good heart."

It was the boy she saw naked in the pool— The boy with gray eyes and he seemed to be walking to her direction. Violet sighed and turned away. Which of them owned the building? The brown eyed or the gray eyed. “Hello miss?” A silky voice murmured behind her. She sighed and turned around to face the gray eyed. “Hi.” “I was informed that a female specie called Saintess Musa is here outside my yard, do you happen to be her?” “Rude! How dare you refer to a woman with such dignity as a female specie?” “Aren't you a female specie?”

Eloise informed like it was vital information. "Stop yourself right there, Eloise. I can introduce myself," stepped in a proper English woman, everything from her terrifyingly straight posture to her extended pinky and gloved hands, "my name is Rebecca Wynverston, and I'm the most beautiful from all of the wives. Well, myself and Florence are."