Barbara Cartland Novels & Stories

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.

Some of the charity organizations that visited would often bring such Disney princess books for them. And although sister Martha would often hide them and, after a while, burn them. Helena had found some when she snooped around in places she shouldn't have and brought it back to the dorm. Among the books was Barbie, and all the girls were obsessed with it. It was a struggle to get everyone to read it. But it finally got to Mary’s turn, and she was obsessed. She had wanted to be Barbie, and her hair was an advantage. It was a craze to behave like Barbie then.

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.

Who did he think himself to be? “Now, you should listen to me very carefully," she said. Carlo just stared at her. “I have no idea what sort of business you have with my daughter. But I will give you a little piece of advice. Snap out of it before you start regretting it. Do you understand me?" Carlo nodded his head. Ms Barbara grabbed her purse and took out a dollar bill and flung it in the air, towards Carlo. “Judging by your looks, you probably had to trek all the way to this place to get a little attention. But you see, the Wentworth family will not have people like you wal—”

Ever since they have established the IIC, Denzell has been lazy at home and would only work in the office once Gerard nagged him enough. “I have been doing my work diligently.” He is brazenly telling it to his face, that is when Gerard starts to enumerate his previous actions for the past generations. “You’re really impossible.” He continued complaining to his king, when someone knocked on the door. There reveals Barrett who is wearing a long sleeved-lace dress, she looks younger and with which is longer can now be braided on the side. She’s like a young lady of the house, and this leaves Denzell speechless.

But needs must. Barbara arrives and at first, Charlotte does not recognise her. Wearing practical jeans and a plain white blouse, her face wiped clean of make-up and the spiked heels replaced by trainers, she is a moderately attractive, but by no means outstanding woman. As she walks in and gives her order, no-one looks at her twice. Her eyes travel the coffee shop, settling on Charlotte. She smiles as she takes the seat opposite. "You look quite different," she says, "out of uniform."

She has a pretty face; much darker than Cyn's and her hair is almost shoulder length. "I'm Barbara." I hear from behind Shelly. "Nice to meet you too." She says, sarcastically as she pushes past us into the living room. I catch a glimpse of her face as she walks by and damn if she doesn't look like Halle Berry! Her hair is in tight braids against her head, cascading down into loose ringlets that brush against her shoulders as she walks. She's wearing a knee length skirt that is stretched tightly across the curves of her ass, a form-fitting turtleneck that clings in all the right places, and brown thigh-high boots. She has light brown skin and a body that is absolutely breath taking.

" Maxwell asked, and there was a crack in his voice that showed fear. Garland was right. We had none of the three things he mentioned that were necessary for a victory in war. He had warriors and weapons, Keith had warriors, weapons, and magic, and all we had was our fighting skills. Our warriors weren't much, so we won't be able to meet Garland's might no matter how strong and skilled we were, and we did not have weapons to increase the strength of the few warriors we had. Scarlett was the only magic we would have had; she is with Keith now. Keith has it all, and we have nothing. Whose fault is it if it isn't ours?

A delicate Cartier necklace adorned with shimmering diamonds graced her collarbone, catching the light and reflecting her inner luminosity radiantly. "Why does she always show up and steal my spotlight?" Internally, Emily couldn't help but feel a pang of frustration. She thought, grappling with a sense of inferiority. As Benjamin and Sophia approached where the Williams' are gathered, Barbara greets them with an air of flattering enthusiasm, her words dripping with an artificial warmth. "Ah, Benjamin Thompson, it's an absolute pleasure to meet you finally," she exclaimed, her tone loaded with approval. "I've heard of your remarkable entrepreneurial prowess that has taken Europe by storm."

It wasn't like little Jimmy was in any trouble. She looked at the time and realised that she had an hour and a half to kill before the Bartons got there. Well, if she was going to be stuck here she had to get more comfortable. She unbuttoned her blouse and hung it on a coat hook. The pink camisole she wore underneath was silky with lace push-up cups for her c-cup tits. Carla was very proud of her tits, they were completely wasted in her career of course, but she loved to party and when she went out with her friends she always wore outfits with a lot of cleavage. She ran her hands over her tits and past her slim waste and onto her soft, round butt. At 5'7" she wasn't skinny, but she wasn't fa