Barbara Cartland の小説・ストーリー

Barb waved her hands arrogantly and said, “It’s just a small matter. The owner has to give us some leeway for the sake of my sister’s family too. It’s the Longford family after all. In Riverdale, who doesn’t respect them?” Barb was exhilarated and felt as if she was walking on cloud nine. Initially, she wondered if the other party would refuse, but she did not expect them to agree so readily. All of a sudden, her status was lifted in front of the Yates sisters. Martha also fawned over her. “Madam Sears is simply too capable. I hope to get your help in the future as well.” Barb’s sister was so fortunate to marry Stephan Longford. She had really risen to the occasion and hit the jackpot.

She looked relaxed and comfortable, her storytelling voice rising and falling to represent the different characters of the book. “It’s good to see you again, Mr. Ashford,” Barbara said, reaching her hand out to shake his. She was a very pretty blonde with bright blue eyes and an oval face, about Sandra’s size and height, though not as well-endowed. “Please call me Creighton, or Crey,” he said with a smile, shaking the woman’s hand. “And I’m Kelsey,” the younger brunette said with a soft blush as she stepped in to shake the very handsome man’s hand.

"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.”

“What's the meaning of this, Barbra?” Barbra is Roland's mother. She glared at me. “She had it all planned out. She connived with her sister and set Roland up so she could marry the heir to Carter's Dynasty. Don't you get it? Roland has said several times that Tess seduced him.” Evelyn’s voice was low and cold. “Behave yourself Barbra and walk away. You should be ashamed of what your son did. But instead, you're here defending him. I guess apples don't fall far from the tree.”

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.

"It's not like we had other places to be with you fucking every girl you came across and me being assigned to watch your back...asshole...surprised you didn't get any diseases." "I'm lucky that way," remarked Brick. "Anyway, when you find that fish...let me know soon as...got a few words for him that require rights and lefts." There was a knock on the door and before either one of them could reply, Barbara Marshal entered the room. She was an impressive sight, being an average-built woman with an impressive-sized set of breasts, something of a voluptuous waistline, ruby red lips with curly blonde hair, and a tight black leather outfit that hugged her body and drew all sorts of attention.