Barbara Cartland Novels & Stories

Opening the door, Christiana stood in front of her. "I forgot my handbag and umbrella at your house." "So sorry for the inconvenience." Her voice was laced with remorse. Staring at her, Daisy Hunter said," What, No, it's really okay…I too forget my stuff in people's homes." Daisy Hunter said, smiling gleefully, exposing her perfect dentition. Stepping into the dimly lit room, Christiana spotted her handbag and umbrella, grabbing it, she thanked Daisy and stepped out immediately.

HE GAVE HER TIME to clean up and get back to looking presentable before they went down to the grounds to be with his men. Heads and headdresses bumped again. The Baron told her to do everything she was told to do, and that’s what she did, not minding any of them at all. She did not believe the books he had gifted her with had been coincidences, since the characters were royals and the setting was in the palace court. She believed he carefully chose them so she could learn from them while he was away with the duke and the knights.

Lilies. Barry was still suspicious of her identity—he had clearly sent Carol to test her. Carol was dressed fashionably, having clearly gone all out for her visit to the Schmidt family. How laughable—after six years, Barry still hadn’t married her. He hadn’t even given her a proper title. Even though the two families were working closely together and their businesses had grown immensely, her status had only risen because of that. Among the socialite circle, she now had a high position. Carol stared at Amanda’s vaguely familiar face, her complexion paling. She looked so much like Amanda, yet… not quite. She had destroyed Amanda’s face all those years ago. It was impossible for her face to rec

Before Serena could answer, Barbara waved her hand and instantly a shield was cast around them. “I don’t want Tomoe hearing us. She is one of the top spies in our kingdom,” Barbara murmured, although she wasn’t sure if her shield would work, but she could at least try. Serena raised her head and mumbled, “I wish to talk to you. Alone.” She didn’t want to single out the older woman, but only Barbara knew her past, or at least she told about her past only to the older woman.

Leon I sat at the bar nursing my glass of water when someone slipped into the seat beside me but I didn't turn to look at the person. It was definitely a woman judging by the perfume but it was a perfume I knew all too well. "Hello Sir. Long time no see." Barbara shot me a seductive smile. I glanced at Barbara and really couldn't recognise her because of the heavy makeup she had on and the barely there red dress she was wearing. I looked away immediately. If I stared too long - not in admiration but in disgust - she'd think I was into her too.

"Auntie, you can promote my products. Many of your followers like fashion. They might be interested." Barbara was enthusiastic, but she did not want to show it. "Okay, just provide the information." While Emily smiled sweetly, Louis brought the trolley closer to Barbara. "Since the solution has been found, how about you eat, Auntie? Poor these crabs. They have been neglected for a long time." Barbara wanted to laugh. However, to protect her pride, she snorted. "Then get out of the way. I can't bring this trolley in if you guys are blocking the door."

“I’m not pushing you. I’ll bring you over when you’re ready.” Barbara leaned into his arms, looked down, and smiled, “Thank you.” At Soul… Maisie looked through information about Madam Knowles. From her photos, she could tell that this was a fiery woman. Madam Knowles had married Elder Master Knowles when she was 30. Looking through the pictures taken during events when she was young, she was indeed an ambitious beauty, with her every move exuding confidence. It wasn’t surprising that the widowed Elder Master Knowles had fallen for her and ignored the criticisms, and married a woman who was young enough to be his daughter.

“The place is a dive but it can’t be that bad.” Robert is just about to give them an answer to that, despite the fact that practically every part of his mind screams out for him to end this conversation right this minute, when he spots Belinda’s car sitting outside the bar. “I know that car!” He says. “Which one?” He points at the car. He has no idea what the make is; he isn’t very good at that sort of thing. It has four doors and it is dark green. “I know the woman who owns it!”

Twenty Years Later Beyla had wandered away from the settlement, in defiance of her mother’s instructions, and now she was lost. This was embarrassing, though she only had herself to blame. Easing her fingers underneath the cloth barbette which confined her neck, she lamented the fact that it was her duty to wear something so different to anyone else. So what if her destiny lay elsewhere? Couldn’t she conform then, or maybe institute a new fashion? As Princess Consort of Vercia, surely she would have that right?

Before my own car left in which Tanna was also sitting beside me, one of the valets gave me a piece of paper. "Ma'am this is from Mr Garba" he said and gave me a card. "What's that?" Tanna asked. I opened it and smiled "aww it's a note" "Aww. Read it out" she said. So curious for gossip. I giggled. "To my Angel Wife,