Barbara Cartland Novels & Stories

the old lady repeated while given Althea a questionable and surprised look. Althea nodded “Yes, I am the one the Baron came to look for” “Oh my mouth” the old lady used her hand to close her mouth “This mouth of mine will surely put me into trouble” She had earlier on said to the young lady that she hoped she will be able to run away from whoever she was ruining from not knowing it was the Baron, the second in command in Westland. Surely she can run from any man in this life but this baron is someone she sure can’t run from.

Louise was a 56 year old woman who took care of Barbara’s everyday needs. “Madame Barbara” she knocked on her door but Barbara rolled her eyes in anger, she wouldn’t open the door. She knocked again but this time the young Mrs. Gillian managed to sit down, she was still pissed that Louise was bothering her when she didn't want to come out. She looked through the glass windows and saw nature’s beauty. There were palm trees with their leaves swaying from place to place and picture-perfect sunsets too, the mountains surrounding their house and the towering waterfalls was not something to be left out. “Hawaii is an incredibly beautiful place anyway” Barbara said. She loved the environment, so mu

“Blonde?” I smile. “Blonde, yes.” “Nice legs?” I meet his stare. “Nice smile. A nice heart. The legs are merely a bonus, Mike.” “So she does have nice legs…” He laughs to himself. “Can’t wait to meet her. I’m sure Barbara will love getting to know her.” Barbara French celebrated her fiftieth birthday last summer. She’s a wildfire, a sharp cracker with a sharp tongue and absolutely nothing in common with little Laine.

He held out her chair, salivating as she turned and displayed her delectable ass to his gaze. “You could, huh?” she said as she sat, thinking about her wardrobe back home. It was made up of fake leather shoes, blouses bought damaged so they’d be cheaper and she either covered the stains or sewed up the holes, bargain-bin underwear, and Walmart suits. “Only if I win the lottery, babe.” “Well, Caro’s shop is out of the budget of most mere mortals, and you know that.” “True.” Cordelia thought about the lingerie selection of Caro’s store and she blushed a bit. “And it seems that the less material she sells, the higher the price goes.”

"You're here to discuss your marriage. How could your sisters-in-law not be present to advise you? Come now, don't be rude. Stand up." Carissa rose but didn't let go of her mother's hand. Her eyes still carried sorrow as they moved over every face in the room. Barrett saw her expression and stood awkwardly to bow. "I am Barrett Warren. It is an honor to meet you, Lady Sinclair." Carissa turned to look at the young man and was momentarily taken aback. In her memories, her mother and sisters-in-law remained unchanged as they had passed away young. But Barrett had died when he was in his fifties.

the guard answered. Barbara dismissed him and went to the kitchen, she ordered for the cook to prepare a delicious food at once and once it was done, she carried it herself to Celine's doorstep. She knocked gently after which she heard steps approaching the door, the knob twisted and the door gave way, Celine was surprised to see Barbara at her doorstep, what's more surprising was that she was carrying a tray containing royal food before her. The scent was so mesmerizing. "Celine, please let me in?" Barbara requested politely with a smile on her face.

JADE I can't pretend that I don't hear the hum of corporate gossip swirling around me in the cafeteria. Coffee and office gossip are my least favorite combination. I poke at my salad, my mind still drifting back to three days ago. I shouldn't care at all, but I can't get the image out of my brain. The way Barbara’s face turned white. It's the same look she wore the first time I caught her with a man who’s even older than Harold Vance. It was the day I learned her darkest secret—that she sleeps with ancient rich men for money.

She sure knows how to make herself at home, Rebecca thought as she gently closed her door. Barbara strode to the middle of the apartment, turned around and scanned Rebecca from head to toe with her haughty eyes. The woman shook her head and frowned, “Tsk darling. We have much to do.” Jean stopped rummaging through Rebecca’s drawers and plonked herself on the armchair, “I like you already!” She beamed at the stylist. Barbara Walters made no effort to talk to Jean. She bent over and proceeded to open the luggage bag. This did not deter Jean from trying to make a conversation, “You know, you look like a cross between Donatella and Edna Mode.”

Ever since she found her heart captivated by this unnamed ballerina, Catherine had been finding time in order to catch a peek of the dance hall where this ballerina mostly practiced, at the same time hoping to know her name too. Catherine imagined scenarios of chance encounters with this girl and formally introducing herself, but she thought that these imaginations are too good to be true. She thought that she’s too shy to even introduce herself, and the chance encounters she imagined are far from possible from happening.

he remarked coldly, Barbara withdrew her hand, stung by his harsh words. "I assure you, Mr. Carter, my intentions are genuine. I love Stanley, and we only wish to seek your blessing and support." Barbara explained, Mr. Carter snorted dismissively. "Love? That's a frivolous notion, I had hoped Stanley would retained and keep his marriage out of ruin, but he abandoned his wife, Larissa and he left her heartbroken,” the grandfather explained, and what makes you think that you will do better than Larissa,?“ he asked.