Barbara Reading Novels & Stories

she lied, wondering if Miriam could detect her fast-beating heart. “He will take care of you and be faithful. Did you know King Hubert has asked me to stay on? I love you so much, little one. Our chat the other day was long overdue.” “Don’t, Mama, my head will swell,” she protested with a smile. “Oh no, you’re not getting out of wearing the barbette. Not today, at any rate.” “I wish things were different,” she murmured, fingering the fine cloth of her wedding gown.

’ I keep on reading, tracing the words with the pen. ‘So, back to last week, Barbara was in our house. Of course, I invited her even though Robert doesn't really like her, he says there’s something off about her, but I have known Barbara for a particularly long time. Anyways it was just one of our girls' nights again, I couldn’t sleep, so I thought of having the cookies Barbara and I made earlier. Since I did not want to disturb Robert, I thread carefully downstairs, but there was Barbara making a phone call.’ My phone rings, it’s from my assistant back in the U.K, I decline the call and text her that I can’t talk right now. I continue reading.

There was not even the clink of a cup on a saucer as everyone waited for the gossip to land. "My goodness surely not," the sickly pale face replied. Henry Lupton started to make his way over with obvious displeasure for the display unfolding. "Well hear this and make up your own mind." She ruffled the pages dramatically and read the headline aloud, her eyes quickly checking she had Felix and Olivers attention from across the room. "Barren Baron? All that is Gilded is not gold for some of the unluckier fellows amongst us. Hopefully they will live and fair well another day."

Barbara shouted as I was blinking a few times, trying to comprehend what she was talking about. “Excuse me?” “Yeah, that’s right. You, Mr. Brandon Cornwall, is and will ever be a piece a shit,’’ she slurred as she was giggling after that statement. “Barbara, where are you?” I asked as I can count how much longer my anger was trying to get hold of my sanity. And with Barbara being vulnerable and drunk, I cannot think of anything else right now.

He entered the room with some papers in his hand and threw them on the table in front of me. “Sign them! Now!” Asher yelled. I gave no reply to his words as I turned to check what the papers were first, taking a glance, my eyes widened as they almost popped out of their socket. I could only read the first two words on the paper before I turned to him in shock. “Asher, what is this?” I asked, my voice coming out in a crack. “Can't you read, Sandra?” He snarled. “No, it c-can't be,” I muttered, taking my gaze back to the papers.

"I've done nothing wrong. I agree to call off the engagement." Mark froze, completely taken aback. Then, a robotic voice echoed in my head, ‘The Thought Sharing feature has now been activated. Please choose who you want to share it with.’ Thought Sharing? The person I picked could hear Alice's thoughts, too? I looked at Mark, still in shock, and calmly touched my face. ‘I choose Mark.’ Right then, Alice's inner voice rang out again, just in time. 'Can you believe it? With just a little trick, Helen has given up on Mark all by herself?'

She had barely read to the end of the page when he noticed that his eyes were closed. Whereas, there was someone who appeared before the door a few minutes ago, since the door wasn't fully closed, she was peeping through the door and watched as Celine was reading a novel. Barabara wondered why she was reading a novel out loud for Feathers, she peeped even more and saw Feathers laying tall on the bed with her eyes closed. Celine suspected that someone else may be in the room so she looked towards the door but Barbara already took her head away from the door before Celine could look.

There was definitely no way Kenneth was going to play her now. Barbara adjusted the strap of her black dress, her gaze cutting across the restaurant like a blade as they searched for their target. Heads turned towards her like they always did, and once upon a time, those looks would have made her shrink… recoil into her shell, they would have made her suck in her stomach and pray to go unnoticed, for the world, or the ground, to swallow her up. But now, she drank it all in, meeting gazes head-on with a confidence that was so daunting that it made people cast their eyes down in fear. She spotted the man in question just as the maître d’ approached, and her thoughts were out of that space as t

Stanley said, “Are you going to a conference meeting today,?“ Barbara asked "Com'on, beautiful, get ready for our little adventure," Stanley said, “Oh, I forgot, let me rush down to the washroom, I will soon be ready,” Barbara said, and she entered Into the washroom, bath, dressed up and she walked towards Stanley, “Are you ready now,?“ Stanley said, and he stretched out his arms unto Barbara, Barbara nodded eagerly and slipped her arm through his. "I can't wait to see what you have planned," she replied, her voice filled with anticipation,

Barbara said rolling her eyss. I downed the rest of my drink, setting the glass down with a sharp clink. "You think you know me? That you understand even a fraction of what’s going on in my head?" I took a step closer, my presence making her flinch. "Lauren isn’t like you. She’s not a snake slithering through the cracks, waiting for the perfect moment to strike." Barbara's expression changed, her hands closing up into a fist by her side. She opened her mouth to say something but before she could talk, her phone rang.