An Unseemly Lady Mga Nobela at Kwento

It was on the way back to Gentry Technologies that the Unseelie attacked. We were taken by surprise; our limo run off the road and into an alley so slim that we couldn't open the doors. Claws tore through the roof and the metal was peeled back like the lid of an anchovy tin. A very ugly woman peered through the jagged opening. Her face was pitted and deeply wrinkled, her cheeks hanging in long flaps around her chin, and her nose seemed to drip like melted wax over her mottled lips. She was skeleton skinny—her tattered clothes hanging limply on her—and her stringy hair was full of dirt, broken twigs, and gore. She laughed as a massive hand reached past her and grabbed me around the waist.

The fair one squeezed her face into a frown. She scoffed then turned to the two ladies, "Is there something you want to say to me?" She asked straight to the point, the other lady diverted her gaze. "Sure, I think you need to hear it. You are shameless." She cursed, the fair lady who was dressed in a purple plain gown with a much more expensive aura emitting from it, her brown hair, extra long down to her waist, was pretty but all this prettiness washed down the drain the moment Lola smelt her rotten behavior.

"If you really don't have the guts to oppose Lilian, you shouldn't have to do such a strange challenge. Because you will never be able to win against such a strong woman in this world. Because after all, this is something that is very, very impossible for you to do." "You have to know, Rose Merry is the most shameless woman in this world. That's why Rose Mary always acts as if she is the most exalted woman in this palace. It's so funny when one of those ordinary Wolf-men acts like she's the most perfect woman in the world.”

"Please, allow me to make amends for my careless behavior." The lady's gaze brushed her from head to toe and she felt even more inhibited. "There's no need, My Lady." Struggling to conceal her discomfort, she managed to bring out a polite answer. "That's very kind of you," The lady raised one brow. "I haven't seen you before, Miss..?" "I'm no miss, my lady. I'm just a humble lady's companion." "I am Lady Selene Wyndham, and you are?"

he added hoarsely. “Mtcheeew,” the lady standing beside him hissed. “Look at how she's dressed; you don't expect someone like this to know what courtesy demands before stepping in an office,” the lady declared and pushed Lila out of her way before she dashed out of the office. An awkward anger and resentment dawn on Lila. “How dare this strange lady talk to her in such an arrogant manner? Undermining my outfit that I took much time to ensure I selected the best to wear on my first day.”

I pleaded, her voice filled with a mix of concern and desperation. But before the situation could escalate any further, the door swung open, revealing Lady Angelica. She stood there, dressed in a revealing black dress and a striking red wig, a provocative smile playing on her lips. Her presence instantly commanded attention, and the room fell into an uneasy silence. "Hello, ladies," Angelica greeted, her voice laced with a subtle hint of mischief. Her eyes scanned the room, taking in the tense atmosphere. I felt a shiver run down her spine as she met Angelica's gaze. There was something unnerving about the way Angelica carried herself, an air of authority mixed with an unsettling sense of co

No man had ever seemed worthy of her attention, and she had never gotten close enough to anyone to learn what she now realized she should have known. Still, she had seen enough in books and on screen to understand. And now she did. These men were vile. 'If you have needs, find a girlfriend. If not, at least keep it to yourself. How could anyone use another person's clothes and photographs for something like this?' That was also why Giana had walked out of her room empty-handed. She hadn't known what state Hilda's room was in, but the moment she opened her own door, a dense, pungent smell had hit her.

Just minutes before, these voices had been whispering in mockery. Now, fear made every word sharp. The butler wiped the sweat from his brow. "Your Majesty, we truly didn't recognize the lady. Her... her appearance—" "Her appearance?" Aurelius interrupted softly. The danger in his tone was palpable. "So, in your eyes, my consort must be dressed in jewels and silk to receive respect?" "No—no!" the butler stammered. “That’s not what I meant!” The captain of the council guard trembled as he stepped forward. “Your Majesty, we were negligent. But the Queen’s aura was very weak. We didn’t sense—”

He said, and we walked side by side into the building. As we arrived, people glared at me, especially the ladies. They even went as far as gossiping about me and calling me names. “She is a wh*re”. “A backstabber”. “A witch. A jinx”. “She must have bewitched him. Can't you see how he has fallen heads over hills for her?”. “You are right. Because if he had not been bewitched, he would have married Claire Hale, or better still, he would have gotten married to Daisy Ricardo”.

Despite the summer heat, a single low-burning hearth crackled between them, its warmth doing little to ease the chill in the air. Neither reached for the tea offered by the servant. “You return with such nobility draped about you?” Elara’s voice rang with scorn, each word dipped in venom. “Who led you to believe that a woman of your ruinous reputation might still dazzle the eye?” Lady Scarlet said nothing. She only sat, her back straight, her fan moving in slow, measured strokes like the ticking of a finely made clock.