Author Philippa Gregory Novels & Stories

Their eyes swirled with jealousy while they maintained a fake polite smile on their lips. “Ms Burton seems to have arrived early. Do you want to join us here?” Philippa smiled at Lara, although her eyes were spewing daggers. Philippa Oxton was a young model. She had been popular in the last year and was beautiful with extremely seductive body, one that would send men kneeling in reverence. Dana looked curiously at Philippa; She could feel the strong hostility coming from the woman who was many years junior to them. Philippa met her gaze arrogantly. Dana smiled politely before turning her to face Lara.

As I approached the backdoor, the friendly guard, Gregory, greeted me with a smile and held the door open. "Good evening, Emberleigh. Before settling in, Phillip requested for you to visit his office," Gregory informed me. "Good evening, Gregory. Thank you," I replied with a warm smile. Following Gregory's instructions, I proceeded towards Phillip's office and gave a gentle knock on the door. "Come in," his authoritative voice echoed from within. With anticipation building, I carefully opened the door and stepped into his office, ready for whatever awaited me.

I knocked on his associate's office and he welcomed me In. Greg kind of was creepy looking. He had thinning grey hair with a salt and pepper beard. He looked surprisingly casual. He was wearing a white sweater with black pants and sneakers. I didn't think that this wardrobe was acceptable but I pushed it aside. "Sorry to bother you Mr. Philips, I signed the papers. I should get going now" He smiled and took the papers from me "thank you. Call me Greg. Saunders sure does talk about you a lot" I blushed "that's really nice of him"

“I see no reason to object. I’m an open book.” “Hah,” Philippa scoffed. “If you say so.” “Well, I don’t have all night,” I prompted. “Get started already.” “I’d bend you over my knee before this night is over,” Philippa threatened. “Not in front of my salad, no you won’t,” Caleb objected shaking his head vehemently. “Anyways, I’ll go first. Philippa and I were born in France in 1700.” “Really? At the start of the century?” I was already intrigued.

I sigh as I pick up a book to read. Beatrice walks into the parlor. "Hey Reginald, I'm going to the castle to see my brother. The maids will serve you when the food is ready," She strides to the door and goes out. "Alright," I reply to her receding footsteps. I see a shadow in the hallway. It is Phillipa walking towards me. She comes in almost immediately with a pout on her face. It's a signal that she wants something. "What is it Phillipa? Why are you sucking?" I ask with concern etched on my features as she sits on the chair beside me. She huffs and releases a pent up sigh.

"Oh, that's fuck up." She look at his wristwatch and let out a deep breath. "I need to go. You do your part, act as Hilary as you could." after he said that he disappeared. Why do I need to do this? What is the purpose? What is the intention? I read some Thiera Luna works in Good Novel and when sleep kick in I put my phone in the side and fall asleep.