Barbara Cartland Novels & Stories

It was a very huge store, with a million dresses, it smelt of fresh roses and pastry. “good day ladies” a tall lady greeted us the moment we walked into the store, she wore a suit and had a pair of spectacles hanging off her nose. “Miss Romero” she added with a smile. “and you must be miss Santiago, Romans fiance”. I smiled at her. It was funny though that her store was named after my fathers name.

Chapter 15 What a small world "Hey there, Arabella.” Barbara called out from the door. "Barbara, oh my God…it has been ages." Arabella giggled out of excitement. Barbara was just as she remembered, she just added a little bit of flesh and she was looking radiant as ever. “I see you got used to California’s weather." "Good gracious Arabella, it has been ten years. How else was I suppose to live there if I wasn't going to adapt." She taunted.

I want to listen to more of their conversation, but then I feel a tap on my shoulder, and an airy whisper near my cheek, “Grant, it’s so lovely that you’re here.” I turn to see Barbara standing there, a flirtatious smile on her lips. Her blonde hair is styled with curls falling around her shoulders. Her makeup is impeccable, if not a bit much, with dark eyeliner and bright red lipstick. I don’t intend to glance down, but she steps toward me, practically thrusting her bosom under my nose, so I can’t help but notice how inappropriately low-cut her bright red gown is. Does this woman know what a viewing is?

She gestures broadly to the lavish room with a smug, knowing grin. ​"It doesn't get any better than this..." She trails off, her perfectly arched brows suddenly creasing as she looks down at me. "Right... I never actually got your name, little tiger. Unless you're perfectly fine with me calling you Bambi for the rest of the night?" ​I pull my arm back, flattening my shoulders and glaring at her with all the faux confidence I can muster. "Barbara," I blurt out, crossing my arms over my chest to keep the skimpy fabric of my top from shifting too much. "My name is Barbara Adams..."

Zita said to them. "Where is her mother? Has she mysteriously fallen ill?" Fiona said mockingly. Tracey sniggered. "I'm right here." A voice said boldly from the staircase. All eyes were at that direction-the staircase. Rebecca was at the landing, close to a step and held the handrail. Her curly hair fell on her shoulder; her dress was an off-the-shoulder dress with three steps designed on it. The jewel on her pendant glinted as the light from bulb reflected on it. Fiona rolled her eyes when she saw her.

Many years ago, I suffered a head injury in a car accident and ended up brain-damaged. Only my godmother, Fenelle Porter, remained to care for me after my parents' long-ago divorce and relocation. As my mother's closest friend, she possessed a mature elegance, a striking figure, and a complexion that was both fair and smooth. My feelings for Fenelle ran deep, leading me to frequently lose myself in late-night fantasies about her. A recent accident changed everything. While Fenelle was out shopping, I fell from a cabinet and struck my head. Although the impact unexpectedly restored my mental capabilities, I chose to maintain the facade of my previous condition.

Crown frowns “And Barbara Lang will also be here. You know her right?” says Jordan. Barbara Lang. The most widely-known and popular American model. She has been the face of many inducements of beauty products. Every man I know simps for her and I can't blame them. She's so seductive and voluptuous that she even took the attention of the notorious womanizer and arrogant Jordan Crown himself. Barbara Lang is a big fish swimming in the ocean, and though the notorious Jordan Crown captured her, she chose to slip out of his captive to seek for more pleasures and desires.

she laughs again and starts to rock a little bit more. Barbara is 29 and looks like Halle Berry," she says with a twinkle in her eye. "Really! People tell her that all the time. She's light skinned with a figure that we all envy." I can't imagine Cyn envying anyone's figure and I tell her so.

"These… That's his gift to you. Open it!" I knew she would like it. Clark seemed to be good at choosing clothes for women because even though Bel and I weren't with him when he bought these presents, he already knew what we would like to wear and it fit perfectly based only on his observation of how we dress every time he sees us.

If the strands exceeded two, then it meant the woman was merely a plaything to the man. Barbie had multiple straps on her dress and Susie had three. Therefore, it was just a waste for Richard to fight for Barbie. Who knew that she was going to be useful to him? He only accepted her because her mother was a good friend to the Woods and kept pestering him. The dress he gave her was a clear indication, that she meant nothing to him. It was obvious that the women were oblivious to this secret. Therefore, Tony could tell that Isaac had good intentions towards Tanya.