An Unseemly Lady Novels & Stories

LIRA I turned a corner and almost ran straight into Lady Selena. Alpha Garrick’s sister. She stood in the middle of the hallway. Waiting. Like she knew I’d come this way. “There you are.” I tried to step around her. She shifted to block me. “Excuse me, my lady. I need to—” She stepped closer. Her perfume hit me in a heavy wave. I took a step back. “You disgust me,” she said. “You and your ugly clothes and your pathetic face. You think you’re special? You think buying you for three thousand coins means anything?”

she demanded angrily, gritting her teeth. Lucilla scoffed at the lady as she moved towards her, forcing the lady to wobble backward, terrified of what this young lady may do, and remarked plainly, “Aunty, I have never seen someone so shameless as you before. I don’t care whether you hold a grudge against my friend or us. I also don’t give a damn about your problems that are forcing you to act the way you are, but I want you to know that you have irritated me and you will not get away with it. Never!” As her hand gripped the front of the lady’s jacket, she swore.

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.

The sharp metal rim bit into my skin, and a sting of pain shot up my leg. The stench hit me next, cheap meat paste laced with something that smelled like fermented sea fish. My eyes watered before I could stop them. Fidelia and the young maid wrinkled their noses, covering their mouths in mock gagging. Fidelia held up the black dress they had stripped off me, pinching the fabric like it was contaminated. "Such an expensive gown... wasted on a mutt," she sneered. "Mr. Marlowe is too generous with his pet."That younger maid sighed. "But I still believe only Lady Jessica is worthy of him."

The insolent speaker who had provoked Lady Trevanion into speech had sneered at her as a woman, and Lady Trevanion, a magnificent creature in her velvet and pearls, rose to her feet, amid hushed and dramatic silence, and said, "The atrocious crime of being a woman which the honourable member has, with such spirit and decency, charged upon me, I shall attempt neither to palliate nor deny, but shall content myself with wishing that I may be one of those whose follies cease with their sex and not one of that number who are ignorant in spite of manhood and experience." (Here she was always interrupted by thunders of applause.)

she looked directly into Elizabeth’s eyes as if she was searching her very own soul. Elizabeth responded to the compliment by leaning forward taking the strange lady's hand and kissing it "Manners…" she said thrilled "always appearing where you least expect them." That promoted a positive expression on the noblewoman, it was clear to Elizabeth this woman was blunt and would not make her waste her time "So tell me, darling…" the mysterious lady asked "What is your nature? I wonder" the question exposed and disarmed the young woman "are you a man born in the wrong body, taking what is rightfully yours? or are you a woman pretending to be a man to get the advantages of the male sex?"

Her position as a villainess was a misfortune. At that time, a woman figure appeared. "Excuse me, I have trash in my hands, should I throw it here?" Lady Bellrose frowned and clicked her tongue in displeasure. Then she threw the entire contents of her little bag onto the table. 'Lady Bellrose? ...Why?' “Lady Bellrose, you really have no manners!” "What do you mean, lady? I just throw the trash in its place. Weren't you taught that?" She looked straight at Sarah – who appeared trembling.

"Ladies, you won't believe the scandalous gossip I heard yesterday! You could remember when I came to change my dress after Lady Genevieve accidentally spilled her drinks on me. While I was coming, along the hallway, I heard some people speaking. It seems Lady Evelyn has been carrying on a torrid affair with Lord Arthur, while her husband remains blissfully unaware! Can you even imagine?” Giselle, the epitome of grace and composure, struggled to contain her amusement. A delicate giggle escaped her lips before she covered her mouth with a gloved hand. "A scandalous affair, Your Majesty? How scandalously scandalous! Oh, the drama that unfolds within the high society! It never fails to entertai

"So this is actually who she is? I never knew I was about entering into a lion's den. I am highly disappointed. Such a beautiful lady should not indulge in something like this. So because I refused to satisfy her, this is the extent she can go to feel good. It is a horrible sight to behold. I will have to distance myself from Mr. Bruce" "This lady is not well-mannered. I dislike her. She is classy outside, but not classy inside of her. I wouldn't want such a woman in my life. masturbating irritates me and I am shocked that a lady like her has no self-control. I wonder how many times she masturbates while all alone"