An Unseemly Lady Novels & Stories

She was now helping the guy clean up the coffee he had spilled on himself. “I will be back in a minute,” Lady said, leaving for the men’s room. “The two of them strike me as an odd couple,” Holly said. “When was the last time I saw a pretty looking girl like that hang out with an ordinary guy like that.” She looked at April G, anticipating a reply but she got none. “Never mind then!” she murmured.

Third Person's POV Adelaide continued entertaining guests while privately asking Paisley to monitor everyone, particularly scheming she-wolves. Paisley noticed two young ladies frequently exchanging glances with Madison. She memorized their appearances and asked Ivy about their identities. Ivy, who was managing the party, identified them after checking and told Paisley, "The one in buff is a relative of the Winteringham family; I don't know her exact name. The one in lavender is Una Williamson, a talented and beautiful woman often compared to Lycan Luna—Camilla's capital-recognized talent back in the day."

Odelia shoots a death stare at the other ladies who were gossiping. Odelia's POV- That wench...! How dare she humiliate me...!! And walk away...!? "Good afternoon lady Rubia…!" Said a girl who looked like she was in her first tea party. "Good afternoon." Said Sarah "Oh...! I am Margaret Augusta Maud Fedore." "It's a pleasure to meet you, Lady Margaret... I am Rubia Mary Albert Charleston." "It's a pleasure to meet you as well Lady Rubia." "Is this your first time attending a tea party...?"

I wanted to share and answer a few of the questions I’ve been asked by readers who have personally shared their feedback with me about The Lady and the Scoundrel. Is Charlotte Astor a flawed protagonist? Why did you choose this for her? The short answer is yes: Charlotte makes mistakes. A flawed protagonist refers to a lead that doesn’t have all the good qualities expected from a hero, which also doesn’t mean that they’re not good people. I chose to make Charlotte flawed because I wanted to take a different route to create her.

With her wedding approaching, she became the center of attention. Whenever people spoke about me now, they simply shook their heads. “Lady Leanora… What a waste of her title as the Royal City’s finest noble lady.” “Exactly. She’s beautiful, elegant, educated, and skilled in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. However, with a sister like that beside her, what can she offer?” One day, Rosalind cornered me in the study and pressed her hand down on my brush.

The man, with a dismissive attitude, replied, “I’m not anything special. I just want to tell you that judging a refined young lady isn’t about how much she looks like a nouveau riche with money plastered all over her.” “A true refined young lady exudes inner grace, taste, and a noble aura from deep within. The elegance you see in every gesture and movement is what truly defines her. It’s like that girl named Isabella over there, who’s leagues above this kind of vulgar imitation.” He pointed at Cynthia as if she were a pile of garbage and covered his nose. “All I smell from you is a cheap, tacky odor.” ***

And to think, she got violated in such a brutal way. They all felt sorry for her except one, the lady disguised as an old lady. While others were feeling sorry for her, she was visibly angry and filled with hate for Kory. Kory on the other hand was still unconscious, she got dressed in a long free gown and her hair got sported into a ponytail. She's been treated, bathed and dressed neatly. "Let's go" the head maid; Lady Marian ordered. They all trailed after her as she went out; The strange lady exclusive.

she waved it off with a malicious smile, “hence the basement and potion cauldron are mine.” The door of the neighboring house swung open with a loud bang, and a middle-aged woman appeared on the unglazed summer veranda. At first glance, she looked like a businesswoman, dressed in a formal business suit. But as she approached, more and more details refuted the initial impression: the pencil skirt turned out to be too fitted, stretching the elastic fabric over the smallest curves of her plump legs, and from under the jacket, which was buttoned up with one button, nothing peeked out except her underwear. Despite her age, and she was clearly approaching fifty, she did not hesitate to look vulgar

My eyes widened, and I'm sure everyone else's did too, as Lady Vivian's dress was suddenly soiled with red wine. The person holding the empty glass wasn’t dressed like a noble. Her clothes lacked the adornment of diamonds and jewels. From the start, I could tell she was a commoner, and she had just made the biggest mistake of her life. "How dare you," Vivian seethed in anger as all eyes turned toward her. "A mere commoner girl soils a noble's dress. You could be locked up for this." I looked around. No other commoner was backing up the girl, and the noble ladies were silent, not calling Vivian out.