Barbara Cartland Novels & Stories

While I am sitting at the table, staring at the map, trying to envision the battle as it unfolds, I hear the clack of high heels on the floor and see Luna Barbara entering the library. She’s not wearing the maid’s outfit anymore, so I have to assume she’s no longer trying to pretend that she’s working here, rather than just being a prisoner. But then, she’s wearing very tiny jean shorts that allow her ass to hang out the back, and she has on a tiny, tight white tank top that doesn’t even come to her belly button. I don’t have to stare very long to know she’s not wearing a bra. I feel myself begin to harden, and I have to rip my eyes away. She is a very attractive woman, and I can’t help the

"This is so thoughtful of you," "I guess you like it then?" "Of course I do, I love it, absolutely love it," She said going over to him and hugging him close, he did this for her, he might not know it but he did this for Nicole, not Natalie, Natalie wasn't interested in art, how did he know what she liked? "Good then, wanna see the inside properly? I just picked some random artworks, some from popular artists and some from smaller ones, I took inspiration from the lady at the art shop we met, and those are some of the works of a friend of mine based in Russia,"

The woman’s voice was dripping with judgment. “Not Lotte,” Barbara informed. “Brandon came in this morning and bought her a pair of boots. They are absolutely gorgeous!” Though it was clear that Barbara had been trying to lift the mood, her answer had the complete opposite effect. Romy’s mouth formed into a thin line, and she couldn’t seem to get out of the store fast enough. Charlotte watched her go, at a loss over what it was that had set her family member off so badly.

CHAPTER FORTY-THREE DANTE’S POV A VILLAIN ORIGIN STORY The older woman paces across my office like a storm wrapped in couture, every movement radiating fury. Even angry, Barbara Washington looks immaculate, dressed head-to-toe in limited-edition Maison Valentino, pearls gleaming at her throat while rage darkens her elegant features. She looks nothing like the woman the world sees on red carpets beside her husband or hosting charity galas with a fabricated smile. That version of Barbara is carefully manufactured, polished so hard until it’s so flawless nobody stops to question what exactly the Washington family keeps hidden behind their billions. This version of her though? This is the real B

"Are you sure he's harmless, Lio?" Distracts me from the book, and the map in my hand. I turned and looked at Barbara who had entered the room without permission. Sitting across the table, watching the maps I just made. “You shouldn't have put this as bait, you know? Horses are more interesting than pawns!” Bara's hand moved the horse pin that I had placed on the north side. “No more challenging than the garuda!” Barbara sighed. “Obviously…because you are the eagle!”

It wasn't hard besides not if you study a little in ur pass time, so I wrote what I knew, As I was doing my work, Some one poked me, and I turned around to see who it was, Barbara. . Barbara is one of the most sexiest, influential and popular girls in the school, She's cunning, deceptive and cold as ice, She doesn't care what happens to anyone and she deals with anyone who stands in her way,It was said that she's a daughter to one senator! Despite her fame in the school, She's not active in class, but she always likes to party and hangout with cool rich kids! And as it so happens, she was completely out of service, she didn't know what to write in Linda's test, so she decided to seek for my

Claudine muttered, swatting Kara away, "There's only the shadow of your powers messing everything up everywhere you go." "Don't say that--" "I've seen it happen!" Claudine said defensively. She began to narrate to them how she had first discovered her powers, as an inventor in the peak of the industrial era, excited about the brave new world that humanity was entering. She died in an accident with one of her inventions, but later found herself reincarnated as a young heir to a wealthy estate. This allowed her to continue pursuing her passion for inventions and gaining knowledge. She lived a long and fulfilling life here, before she found herself in the midst of a war as a young soldier. This

There, the pin was firmly attached to her waist line. “Scarlet really needs to work on this. This could have given me an injury!” She said to herself, Scarlett was her Kenyan designer. As she removed the pin, the door opened all of a sudden and she immediately covered herself with the cloth. “Ichabod! What do you think you are doing?” ** “Oh dear Lord!” Ichabod shouted and slammed the door immediately. What the hell was that? Thank goodness he hadn’t seen her nakedness. That would have cost him his job for sure.

“Hannah, can you step into my office please?” Called Barb. I sighed and turned around to walk back to her office. She gave me a gentle squeeze on the shoulder as I entered and sat down. Barb was a sweet woman; she had run the orphanage since before I had arrived. My eyes followed her as she took her own seat behind her desk, her glasses swaying on their chain around her neck. I couldn’t help but chuckle to myself at her appearance. She looked not a day over thirty, but she chose to dress like an elderly librarian from the fifties.

Without wasting any more time, I get up and reach over the towel; covering my naked body then I take a deep breath. Barbara is the hottest woman in town, she has green eyes and most importantly she is a brunette, her breasts are sexy and hot not small or huge, they just fit my palms and I love it, plus she is a 45-year-old woman, we know in that age they are not an amateur anymore but a pro. “Look, Lena, I should have told you that I was already in the parking lot when we were on the phone,” she sighed. "Babe, I’m sorry…” Barbara tried to reach over my arms, but I stopped her by raising my hands.