Arlene Lee Novels & Stories

I froze, my brows pinching together in confusion. "Excuse me?" I asked. Virginia scoffed. "Of course, the snake didn't tell you who she was. Suppose not many know, but we do. Not much we don't know these days. That girl you got there is non-other than Alora Elwood. The next ruler of the realm of dreams. Sorin's prized possession and little thief." She spat, and I felt my whole world spiral as I turned to see the truth written on Alora's face.

Even the children were happy to see him like this. “Luna!” The moment shattered. We both turned at the same time. Mira. She stood at the edge of the training field, dressed in a fitted cream blouse and sharp sunglasses, waving far too enthusiastically. And for a second, I could have sworn that Nolan tensed beside me. He didn't move, however, the smile that was on his face almost instantly shifted. “Are you ready for our shopping date?” she called out, voice carrying just enough cheer to sound false. “Don't tell me that you forgot?”

The pair of linen dolphin shorts of the same color loosely swayed as she moved towards him. "Please leave, let us meet tomorrow during the Annual meeting of the Wushi-Chin Cooperation Funds Mr Chandler Chin." Retrieving the gun placed on top of the dark sheeted bed, he stood up, inches apart from her. She felt a bit short when she looked up to meet his eyes. "Hila-" He was interrupted by her narrowed eyes that basically said 'Call me that again and your family won't have to worry about your succession'

Lucian had stepped away, leaving Arlene to stand alone, her eyes locked on us with unsettling intensity. “Everything’s fine,” I said quickly, forcing a tight smile. “Why do you ask?” She shrugged gracefully, her expression unreadable. “You both seem… tense.” Damien chuckled, though it sounded forced. “Just business, you know how it is.” Arlene didn’t respond immediately, her gaze lingering on him for a moment longer than necessary. Then she smiled—cool, polite, but there was something beneath it, something calculating. “Of course,” she said lightly. “Business always seems to come first.”

The hall was as silent as a graveyard as everyone watched them move closer. Arlene Nox wore a sleek, off-the-shoulder gown in blush pink satin that hugged her figure before flaring out slightly at the hem. The neckline was tastefully embellished with pearls and subtle stones, giving just the right amount of sparkle. A high slit along one side added a bold, fashion-forward touch, while her strappy silver heels peeked out with every step she took. Her smile summed up her ethereal beauty, radiating with the sparkle in her eyes. No one would deny that Arlene was the light in the room with that innocent, and alluring smile.

All except one. A face that glared at me with a conceited smile. She had waited for this moment, she had waited to look me in the eyes with a calculative stare. Shania, drapes in a red polkadot gown and a black cashmere trenchcoat hanging over her shoulders. She let her ginger hair fall over shoulder with a braid at the two ends of her frontal. “Finally, we thought you were gonna have to cancel this meeting,” She smiled as though our argument yesterday never happened, like this was the first time we were speaking in months.

TOP ON LEADERBOARD: NUMBER: SCORES: 1ST: FLORENCE MIL 09 - 9 2ND: AGATHA PEREZ 10 - 8 3RD: GAIL AMERSON 07 - 4 4TH: JENNIE LAZON 02 - 4 5TH: KRYLLE SU 04 - 3 6TH: JONNA KIM 01 - 1 7TH: SOLENE TIAR O3- 0 8TH: HELLERY JOES 05 - 0 9TH: BEATRICE SHUN 06 - 0 10TH: VENN TRICE 08 - 0

Do I have dementia? “Oh dear, you look confused.” She says as she laughs a little, “Come with me, I feel like I should introduce you to some people.” She says and I blindly follow her. Too confused to know what’s going on. “This is Gwen, Harry, Marie, Penelope, Daphne, Kyle, Daryl, Juliette, Sarah, Seb, Ron, Terry and of course Dave.” My eyes widen when I realize what is happening. Oh. My. God.

As Leona pulls and untangles my bird's nest, a thought crosses my mind. This is exactly how Arienne acted after Layla died. All cooped up in his office, completely closed off to everyone he cares about. Oh Arienne, what are you doing to yourself? Amikat isn't dead yet, and you're the only one who can help her!

Lance, the photographer, came forward, his eyes sparkling with admiration. "And once again, she has impressed us with her impressive skills," he exclaimed, his voice filled with admiration. "Aly, this looks stunning." Alyona was beaming with pride and felt immensely grateful for the acknowledgment. She had put a tremendous amount of effort and passion into her creation, so receiving such high praise felt incredibly rewarding. "Thank you," she replied, her voice soft and humble. "I just wanted to capture the essence of beauty—the transformative power of makeup." With a final nod of approval, Alyona turned to Lance and placed the transformation in his capable hands.