An Unseemly Lady Novels & Stories

MARIELLA was already there when she arrived at the restaurant. Fear was written all over her angelic face, and she looked very uncomfortable while looking around the place. At first glance, it would be hard to believe that an innocent-looking girl like her was a mistress. She looked too nice and timid to even think about having an affair with a married man. But, as they say, you can never really judge a book by its cover. Her soft and kind demeanor belied a scheming and shameless bitch, and she was about to teach her a valuable lesson the hard way.

“I am just stating the obvious. I hear people commending you for being the healer who is experimental. I only hope you aren’t fooling people by making them think they are healed when all you are doing is just aggressive PR to stay relevant.” “Janice, please.” Lady Amelia interfered. “Please, Amelia. We shouldn’t be afraid to speak the truth all in the name of not offending the guest. If she would bring harm to us we had better curb her now.” Janice stated confidently. “I understand your concern, my lady.” Arya chipped in. “There was this lady my parents hired as a maid and she acted so nicely we were certain she was going to become a part of the family. Only to realize it was all just part o

His Aunt Jane was simply his Uncle Alex's mainstay. They were great! Once again, Ryan felt that they were beyond great. No matter if it was his Aunt Jane or Sabrina, they were much more outstanding than those so-called ladies from eminent families. Who were those ladies from eminent families? Lily Parker, Maysun Kemp, or his aunt, Emma Poole? Or Mindy Mann, who had forcefully occupied someone else's family and home? Were any of them good? All of them were filthy and stinky beyond measure! Ryan did not care for any of them at all. At that moment, he only cared about his own lovely wife!

She was a beauty, Madame Anne notices right away. The type of beauty that can cause the downfall of a nation. Albeit, this beautiful lady has an unkempt appearance, her face was soiled, even her dress had some tears and was not in place. Her wavy hair was all over her face and had some dirt still clinging on it. It seems that she had been rolling around the grass field. If the lady was not within the palace grounds, Madame Anne might suspect that someone takes advantage of this lady. Then her eyes shifted to Prince Niccoli. Upon closer look, she saw that Prince Niccoli has the same unkempt appearance; less the black eye that ruined his beautiful face.

A red dress, it is believed, can transform even the meekest and demure young lady into a strong femme fatale. I down the stairs, carrying the silver clutch purse that matched my heel. My boss was meant to go before I, and Jackson will drove me to the party while pretending to be my chauffeur, as agreed with my boss. I recall him cringing at the prospect of being my chauffeur for the evening. The boss will be accompanied by all of her security.

Just the other day , as I was tending to my horses - Lady Gretchen , the main lady in charge of the maids had come to the stables to have a word with me. When conversing with me , she rudely stuck her nose in the air as if talking to a lower class servant. Continuously , giving me looks that showed how much she distastes even setting eyes on me. She spoke so foul of my animals , stating that they do not deserve to be alive as they are repulsive and make to much of a mess. I had tried holding my tongue as much as I could , however I failed horribly. We both exchanged clever yet sarcastic comments to each other. Like most women , Lady Gretchen is big boned - do not get me wrong , they are beau

She'd heard too many stories of the injustices done to women by these fools, and she intended to expose them in her Lady Society column. Now she was facing the consequences of her distracted focus. Both she and her lady's maid, Gillian, were now trapped and at the mercy of the gentlemen of the hellfire club. She would never forgive herself if she couldn't save them both from these ridiculous fools, the so-called Unholy Sinners of Hell. Did they not appreciate the absurdity of their name? Unholy. Sinners. Of Hell. It was a nonsense attempt at sounding perversely self-important. Audrey would roll her eyes, but the fact was that even with all that pretentiousness and pompousness, Gerald Langley

How can she be so careless on her reputation at least? “The widow Countess Candace’s wedding gown was no better than an old rag. And I was simply stating the obvious fact, father,” Lady Francesca idly answered while barely dropping her eyes on the carpeted floor. She personally hates this compartment of the manor as this was where his father first introduced her to the wicked woman, who almost washed away the remaining colors she could see after the loss of her mother. “How can I be called out scandalous when I’m stating with utmost integrity. It doesn’t do me justice having my honesty labeled inappropriate for the countess just because she’s offended?” she added.

Her face is unnaturally smooth, devoid of wrinkles, yet lacking the warmth and humanity that age should have bestowed upon her. Her hair dyed a shade too vibrant for her years, was meticulously styled into a bob that framed her perfectly made-up face. Every detail of her appearance was flawlessly curated – from the designer ensemble that clung to her slender frame to the expensive accessories that adorned her manicured hands. "Get out of my way, you incompetent fools!" she barked at the maids as she brushed past them without a second glance. "Let her through," I instructed the maids, my voice firm as I stepped forward. "I won't tolerate any disrespect towards my staff."

Emma cleared her throat, drawing The Lady's attention. "You want more than gold," Emma said, her voice softer than the men's but no less determined. The healing crystal hidden beneath her blouse seemed to warm against her skin, responding to the strange energy emanating from The Lady. "Clearly, you are a woman who has almost everything, so a gold bar means next to nothing to you." The Lady's eyes glittered with something like respect. "Quite insightful," she replied, inclining her head slightly toward Emma. For a moment, Emma thought she saw a flicker of something inhuman in those depths—something reptilian and ancient—before it vanished like smoke.