100 Years Of Lenni And Margot Novels & Stories

Throughout the lunch, he didn't smile even once. Lena was also aware of Anthony's current mood. After finishing the meal and getting back into the car, she couldn't help but say, "I didn't mean to lose my temper with you earlier. I just don't really want to get married so soon. You know, I'm only 22. Who gets married at 22?" Anthony smiled coldly and said, "Margot was married to Curtis when she was 20." Lena argued, "That's because Margot grew up in a big city and because Curtis has always been good to her.

CHAPTER 48: Lord of the Manor—forty years of terror “Can you simply and clearly tell me the difference between ‘beige’ and champagne gold,” Lenny asked, holding up two swatches to her face. I barely looked up from the moodboard I was revising for like the nth time that morning. “One actually screams effort. The other— not so much.” Lenny scoffed. “Hope you realise this is actually a man's fortieth birthday and not a coronation?” she asked, looking at the mountain of mess we had managed to create just this morning.

Lenore replied before handing her a wedding invitation card. It was no secret that the gorgeous thirty-five year old, French brunette, Lenore Marie Bernard, famous for being one of the youngest females to establish her own magazine company at age twenty-three was finally getting married that weekend to Cesare Cavelli, a wealthy, Italian businessman with a long chain of hotels to his name. Though all the employees at Tasty Magazine already knew about Lenore's wedding, they were yet to receive an invitation to the wedding, so Jessie was a bit surprised to receive an invitation from Lenore.

She cooed, brushing her hand over the baby's tiny fist. "She fell asleep as soon as she got into my arms." Mira gushed. Suddenly, Margaret raised her eyes to Lena, her smirk returning. "Lena," she called, her voice venomous. "You're married to a Moneau. Impressive." She added, her voice soft with hidden spite. Lena couldn't speak, only blink as she stared into Margaret's eyes, which fueled her fear. "The last time I saw you, you were just finished with your prison time. How did you stumble upon such luxury? You don't fit here."

"He was with the same woman we saw at the Marriot Hotel in Halliport. I overheard their conversation when they walked past me in the lobby. Adrian did not notice me since I was seated on the couch when he walked in." "So? Why would I care?" Leni said as they entered her dressing room. "Didn't you say that Adrian couldn't get it up?" Mandy pointed out. "Yes! We never had sex!" Leni revealed. "There was a time, you know, that I considered just using his body because while he may be disabled, let's face it, he is hot, but he fucking couldn't get it up." "He said he felt nothing when I took off my clothes and that his dick was hopeless. Then he apologized and left me in my hotel room," Leni said

When asked, Valerie said, " These were from my girlfriend Margot. I used to call her Meg. We met at this really antique museum and got talking. We shared the same interests and until Margot , I didn't really knew that I was interested in girls too. She wasn't just my girlfriend but before that she was my best friend. Something about her just seemed right , she used to get me like no one else could. Her eyes used to sparkle when she used to get excited about things. We used to write eachother letters. Though we met frequently, we kept writing to eachother because it felt like our love was being woven through our words. Eventually she had to go far away due to personal reasons and it didn't wo

Neither one of them dared to utter something. Since Margaret applied for the job 4 years ago, VV was already a prominent butler. And being a direct butler of the Baron, they see each other more often than others but for some reason, friendship, or even just some form of acquaintanceship never really introduced itself between the two. Maybe some people are just humor-incongruent from the start. So, during the 10-min ride towards the pool area, the car was filled with a cacophony of silence of car noises breaking the static quietude. Neither still one of them dared to utter something...