An Unseemly Lady Novels & Stories

“The audacity—no, the absolute nerve of that woman to show up and ask you to give Lucas another chance! After everything they put you through?!” Lara let out a short laugh at Ali’s outrage. “I’m serious! She should be embarrassed!” Ali went on, throwing her hands in the air. “She and Lucas sneak around for years, break your heart, and now she suddenly grows a conscience and wants to play matchmaker? Give me a break! Why don’t they just live their mess quietly and leave you the hell alone? My God, some people are so shameless!” Lara smiled as she listened to her best friend rant. There was something oddly comforting about Ali’s outrage—it was loyal, passionate, and unfiltered. The kind of fir

The lady, outfitted in a simple U-neck, cleaving black pencil robe with gold jewelry covering her neck, wrists, and fingers, next, her piercing black orbs wandered around for a nanosecond. With an elevated chin, the lady's piercing eyes dropped to Neville, accessing his phenotype from head to toe. Her pointy nose hunkered and her lips twitched into a mockery smile. A very familiar smile. A smile she couldn't mistake for anything in the world-Marley's. Well, now the faultlessly made-up face was beginning to hit recognition. "Good day ma'am," Neville greeted, giving a bow in the process. The flamboyant lady began taking slow and careful steps without a reply of any sort. Her heels clicked agai

how unfair. Fae sighed, getting up from the armchair when she noticed the sun light seeping from under the door, the shack wasn't the fanciest residence they had but was still considered descent, with only one flaw, it didn't have any windows, something her lady personally asked for. According to her, the night was full of evils that needed to remain unseen once the sun sets. for Fae, it was but another puzzle from her lady as she rarely said anything which wasn't equally confusing, the woman was an enigma herself, starting by her unique appearance and ending by her powerful presence.

Elaine curled her lips as she said, “Oh! You’re already in your seventies to eighties now but you’re shouting and making a scene out on the balcony so early in the morning. How can you possibly have the face to say that I’m a b*tch? You really are very thick-skinned!” Lady Wilson replied angrily, “Bullsh*t! The biggest b*tch in this world is none other than you, Elaine! Do you really think that you can pretend to be a good person just because you’re living in a villa at Thompson First now and just because you’re dressed up nicely like a presentable and decent person?”

He gently placed a kiss on the girl's head. It helped the omega to relax a little. She gave the alpha a small smile. "Let's go in, " Keiran said before he opened the door. An old lady immediately stood up from her seat as soon she saw them both entering the room. Evelyn was surprised. She doesn't remember seeing this lady anywhere. So how does she know her? The omega took in her appearance. Even though the lady was fairly old, her hair was midnight black. She looked healthy and in good shape. There was a powerful aura surrounding the woman.

Chelsea was in the middle, I was on the left near the door and Clifford was on the right. "Are you nervous?" Clifford asked Chelsea because they were side by side. "Of course not. I'm fine." I heard Chelsea whispered to him. I also noticed that they are super close even though the two are always like tom and jerry. I notice the closeness between the two of them. If I hadn't known them I would have thought they were a couple. The door next to me immediately opened so I immediately looked at it. A woman came in who I think is over thirty years old. She is wearing glasses and her strict face is noticeable at first glance.

The distance she had been keeping till now was abolished by him just like that. "Oh for the love of God, stop it you Romeo," the lady laughed heartily at his statement and looked at Emma whose concentration was solely on his hand that was setting her body on fire. Why must he put it there? She didn't sign up for this. The men kept discussing some business matters while the lady talked with Emma, and she was impressed by how gentle and unpretentious Emma was. Fate may have snatched everything from her but it couldn't take away the class and the elegance she possessed. She's stunning with her perfect manners and delicate beauty. Realistic, composed and calm. Nobody could judge she didn't belon

'Cause, when she's pulled over, "Haa...." She breathed. Tidy her long hair back. "Your woman already went from here?" asked Kath in a cold tone. Acheros drank the juice that had been prepared for Kath and then drank it. "Do you hate her that much? She's a nice woman, you just don't know her yet." Kath snorted loudly. She came out of the pool. Acheros looked at Kath's great body which was only wrapped in a bikini. Kath noticed that. The woman snorted again. "Men will always be men," she said sarcastically.

The pain that seared through him as those very same eyes coolly appraised his muscular figure in disdain was almost paralysing. "I wanted to experience...the roughness of a man like you before I settle down." There it was. He was a piece of rough pleasure. Lady Octavia Lupton had rolled around with some filth before she cleaned herself up and pretended to be a shocked virgin to whichever snivelling wretch with money she deemed worthy. Tipping his head upwards to the ceiling he felt disgusted at the dizzying wealth on display. Just because everything in sight was covered in gold leaf didn't mean they were decent people.

The woman staring back at her barely resembled the girl she used to be. She looked sharper now. Colder. More dangerous. Like something forged instead of raised. The dark emerald gown hugged her figure elegantly, though it did little to hide the subtle curve beginning to form beneath the fabric. Not visible to strangers. But visible to her. A reminder. A secret. A future she still didn’t fully know how to face. “You could skip tonight,” Naomi suggested quietly. “I can’t.” “It’s one gala.” “It’s visibility.” Naomi sighed. “You say that like it’s survival.”