Arlene Lee Novels & Stories

Not long after he came out, I also went in for a quick cleanup and came out just in time to see a middle-aged woman, dressed in plain outfits, at the entrance. “Alpha, I have brought your breakfast and the outfits from Miss Gloria.” The woman said, and George beckoned to me. “Kyra, this is Arlene. She is the chief maid here, and you can have her do anything for you.” Arlene smiled softly and bowed, “I'm always at your service, my lady.” I returned the smile and nodded. Arlene walked further inside, and that was when I saw the two maids behind her. Arlene handed George a fairly large box before setting the table for us.

“What's the point of creating a scene like this when it merely makes things difficult for everyone? I'm not going to stay for dinner. I had to leave." Then Haley pivoted and strode resolutely in the direction of the door. "Haley!" She hesitated at the piercing shriek. Her eyes grew wide with concern as she turned to face the other way. From the sofa table, Arlene had grabbed a shiny fruit knife. She had it jagged edge against her own throat, and the point had already caused a bright red line to appear on her skin. She sobbed hysterically and yelled at Haley, "I'll do it right here if you leave! You're the only person I'll ever accept! I'll end my terrible life now! I don’t want anyone else,”

With this, we will continue to deliver superior results and value to all our associates and business partners. And now, I would like to invite our investors on stage, please welcome Mr. Armaan Lee from Lee Group with a big round of applause.” Everyone clapped and turned to look into the direction of the commotion. Girls were about to go mad as who has not seen Armaan the geek male god with superior individuality and aura. He is a dream man of every woman in Philadelphia whose looks are enough to make anyone crazy. But his cold appearance was enough to give shivers to anyone. He walking towards the stage with his long slender legs wrapped in the black trouser. Every girl was becoming fanatica

she taunted before leaving Esme fuming with rage. Later that night, Arla returned home well after midnight, still buzzing from a wild night of partying at the club. She was dressed provocatively, wearing a very short mini skirt and a top that exposed her cleavage. Arla was a tall, slim, medium-toned woman with dark hair, brown eyes, and an enticing figure she never hesitated to show off. Her preference for skimpy dresses, skirts, and crop tops reflected her bold personality.

my feet scrubbed against one another, my fingers gripping hard on the shirt. “I can tell you are lying to me. Something happened between you two. A woman can only dress this way after a good sex with a man. And for Leo, his secret room is his highest privacy. He has never let anyone in that room aside from his late parents. Seeing an Omega like you come out of that room, only means one thing. There is some….” The sudden hard bang on the door cut her off the rest of her words.

In that moment, standing on the dusty stairwell of the old school, Elaine realized her dream of becoming a Knight of Artharia was dead. Swallowing the knot in her throat, she pulled herself together and stepped out of the stairwell into the hall. To Elle, crying was done only in the worst of moments, when the fight was gone, and a person found themselves in the shadows of their own destruction, all alone. It was no surprise that she couldn’t stand Leana; Elaine didn’t know how to sort out feelings, let alone be consumed by them.

my heart refused to accept a betrayal like that. Lorenzo couldn’t be doing this to me. He couldn’t. My wolf let out a broken howl inside me, and the pain made me shake from head to toe. Then, through the murmurs on the video, the sound of a wheelchair rolling closer cut through everything. Someone moved a pale blonde woman into place beside him. «I know you’re all shocked, but it’s me, Alina Greco, and I’m ready to stand by my Alpha the way I did before,» she said in a low but steady voice, taking Lorenzo’s hand where it rested on the armrest.

"I'm glad to see that you're all healed up." "Thank you," Rayne spoke in a tone that concealed her nervousness and I liked that. I did not want her to be intimidated by anyone. I wanted my lady to be strong. We sat down and a little while later, the door of the meeting room opened after we heard a slight knock. A lady in her early thirties walked inside. She had long dark brown hair, bronze skin, and hazel eyes. 'A Middle Eastern beauty,' I read Rayne's thoughts. I wanted to tell her that even if this woman was beautiful, her beauty was nothing compared to hers.

"This is your room, my name is Fiona and I'm your personal maid if you need anything, let me know. I haven't arranged the room as I didn't know how you wanted it, have some rest then I will come back and arrange while you watch," "Nice meeting you Fiona, I'm Ariel, I will sleep later, you can come in," She ushered her in. "In my bag, did you see my phone?" She asked closing the door behind her and Fiona nodded. "You can arrange anyhow you feel like I have no problem, I just have to make a call," "Ok no problem. You are beautiful and I love your hair so long, how do you do it?" "Thank you, I don't do anything extraordinary, I treat it though but it's more of natural. You are beautiful to. Hop

she said and sit on her desk. "Amber, Celestia." I was about to stand up when I saw Celestia 2.0 go in the front. I almost forgot that I'm in Hilary's body. This event. I remember this event. "Congrats Hilary! She got the highest score of ninety-nine over a hundred!" Our teacher says before giving me the paper. I look at the paper and the score. I look at Celestia 2.0 but she avoids my eye contact.