Arlene Lee Novels & Stories

For 18+ readers. (MATURE CONTENT) #1st in darklove #4th in darkromance #1st in pure "Good girl." He praised her and continued to massage her dainty feet with gentle hands. "Will you pull such naughty pranks on your loving husband again?" She shook her head, eyes fluttering down in shyness. She won't dare because she hates it whenever he ignores her and gives her a silent treatment. "I won't, husband." "Good, now it's time for another punishment." ???! "W-What punishment, husband?" He didn't say anything and just pulled her down before pinning her on the desk, half of her body leaned on the flat surface and her bottom perked out, looking inevitable to his eyes.

Since Gregory had not allowed for me to bring anything from Lerene, I possessed nothing but the clothes I wore during the journey here. "Lady Addison, my name is Arlene Polk, it is a pleasure to meet you," the seamstress introduced herself. She was around 50 years old, her brown eyes had a maternal air to them which made her look more beautiful than she really was. I liked her instantly, she was a person with sweet gestures and an affable personality. She was very talkative, as she took my measurements she kept on talking about every topic imaginable, which I appreciated because it served as a distraction.

Arlys is a model and TV host, she shouldn't have any business with Aldo. I lead them both into my office and just as I expected, Aldo is hardheaded through the negotiation process. He insists on a ridiculous price and refuses to compromise. Frustrated, I ask him to get out as I am no longer interested in buying, but Arlys calms us both down and asks me to give her a few min with Aldo. They both step out of my office, and by the time they come back in, Also are grudgingly agreeable.

“…would love for you to relocate to Australia because a lot of people might be interested in asking questions, including Mr. Cole Martinez and her stepmother, who, as you know, actually tried to kill her once.” Cole Martinez. I went still. I had been right all along. Arlene wasn’t just some woman with a hidden past. She was Yasmin Lee Estrada. She was the lady in that goddamn frame looking so out of place! Allen turned to me again, mouth slightly open. We had gotten what we came for without lifting a damn finger. Well, we did lift a finger, all fingers. Before I could fully process it, the older woman spoke, her voice firm yet emotional.

The uniform was neatly folded with a black barrette on it. Her name was carved on a gold medal on the breast pocket the uniform and it read "Anna Lu : 18th Head Chief Of The Barettes. Anna looked at her name with pride. She started off as a girl from a village who ended up on a wheel chair and now she was here. The 18th head cheif of the Eve's Barettes! She had amazing and unique women under her. She collected the uniform with trembling hands and she really couldn't hide her emotions anymore as her tears fell freely.

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

Arielle just reached out to take it, when suddenly the booklet was intercepted by another hand. Arielle frowned slightly, looked up, and saw Clair Comfrey and her assistant Fabulous. At this moment, Clair is handing the picture album to Fabulous, and then asks the clerk, "What new products are there recently?" The clerk's eyes lit up when he saw Clair Comfrey Clair Comfrey is Arnold Comfrey's daughter, Anabels's cousin, and she is a somewhat well-known artist in the country. She is a model, and she has made several movies in recent years. the showbiz. Recently, it is rumored that the famous director Ricardo Norman is looking for her to play the second female lead in "Delight Of Nature".

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

I notice Will visibly tense as I hold Brian's brown shirt between my fingers. I don't understand his behaviour, but instead of calling it out, I might as well have some fun. I give Brian a smile, making sure to put on a show as I reach down to pull my sweater off slowly. I don't break eye contact as I then pull my white shirt off, exposing my black bra. Brian's grinning at me, watching my every move.

“What’s it like?” “Della likes it here, but that’s because she’s as boring as the clothes we handle,” Mabel says, glancing cheekily toward a girl who seems standoffish. She has pretty brown eyes that almost swallow her whole face. Her hair - a soft brunette - is braided neatly. Della scowls. “Sorry I’m not here to fondle the Alpha’s underwear.” “That’s besides the point,” Amora says tiredly, cutting the two off before an argument can insue. “We have to get upstairs. Maiden Ambrose is the head of the laundry unit, and unless you want to get scolded, I wouldn’t be late.