Chapter 21 Milady Novels & Stories

It made him more aroused, anticipating what his wife was planning to do. She bit her bottom lip playfully. She had her maid secretly sneak a book into the castle a few days ago, ‘The Secrets of a Happy Bedroom’. Since the suggestion came from none other than Countess Fennels, she did not expect it to be that scandalous, but it was. Daniel’s breath hitched when Magnolia’s eyes met his. He had never seen that look before, her gaze was quite mischievous. She placed both hands on his chest and leaned closer until her lips touched his neck. He could not move, he could only watch with unblinking eyes.

I rolled my eyes "Please just call me Allyson. We are like family don't you think so " She shook her head " I don't mind " She went over to the bed to scoop Amelia away. She greeted my friends who also responded. Susan left us alone while we continue to dress. I was done dressing but the same can't be said about my friends who are still trying to apply some makeup. Martha has already worn her dress but Bella is yet to put on hers. Her reason is, since she is going to be wearing a white dress, she is scared of staining it with her powder so she should wear her makeup first and then put on her dress after.

Regina The morning after Charles’s execution, the grand hall of the palace was eerily quiet, the storm’s remnants still lingering in the air. Faint scent of blood still lingered in the halls. I stood before the mirror, sun rays from the tall arched windows cast a golden glow upon my reflection. Today, I was draped in the deepest shade of black, a stark contrast to the muted grey gown I had worn just the night before, the very night I had bathed in the blood of those who set foot in my territory.

Every muscle in his face went still—too still. Fear clawed at the edges of her mind, but she shoved it down. There was no space for trembling hands or second thoughts—not now. This moment had always been inevitable. Crossing paths with Alexandria was written in the fine print the day she said yes to Lazare. The woman was more than just his mother—she was a storm dressed in silk and secrets. Vlada straightened her spine, her heels echoing with purpose. She wasn't the same girl they once dismissed, the one they broke in silence and left to bleed behind closed doors. That version of her was gone—buried beneath the wreckage of broken promises and cold betrayals.

I whispered. “Please,” he said softly. “You deserve to feel beautiful.” His words made my heart race, but I pushed the feelings aside. He wasn’t mine. ::::::::: That evening, I wore the dress and helped serve at the party. The mansion was filled with elegant guests, laughter, and expensive perfume. I kept my head down, trying to stay invisible. Then Emily’s shrill voice cut through the noise like a blade. “Stop everything!” she screamed from the staircase. “Someone has stolen from me!”

And exactly two weeks after that, she was annihilated on her way to the court. “If it's the house, we can move somewhere else,” Kaida started, throat bopping. “Somewhere —” “No need for that.” Yes, there is. “It must be–” “Jet sickness.” the slender flame-haired chimed in. “I have had these episodes one morning after landing a jet, and I assure you that it's nothing a long slumber can't do… Milady.” She stated, bowing slightly. Milady? In the 21st century. Gawd!

Her nerves were always frayed, and her patience always thin. The maid's brow furrowed slightly at the unexpected rebuke, but she quickly regained her composure, bowing her head. "Of course, Milady. I shall leave you to your thoughts." Ameila retreated silently, disappearing back into the maze of rose bushes and sculpted hedges. Just as Seraphina settled back into her contemplation, a voice, smooth and laced with a hint of mockery startled her. "And why is the Luna of this grand pack looking so.......grim?"

*** CRASH! The next morning, the sound of shattering glass echoes through my chambers, sharp and unforgiving. I freeze mid-step, my fingers tightening around the spine of the book I was about to pick up before heading to my small library. The silence that follows is heavier than the destruction itself, thick with expectation. I turn my head and I see Casimir standing across the room, his golden eyes daring me to react. At his feet are shards of what was once a priceless heirloom–a delicate, crystal figurine of a wolf, gifted to me as a child–lie scattered across the marble floor.

she continued, “scar-cleansing herbs will be added to Milady’s bath daily. Twice if necessary. Her skin must be restored properly.” “Yes, Head Maid.” “And listen carefully,” she said, her voice dropping just enough to make the air feel heavier. “What you have seen here today… does not leave this chamber.” Silence fell instantly. “If I hear even a whisper, inside these walls or beyond them…” her gaze hardened further, “…I will personally see to it that every one of you loses your wolves.” The maids instantly dropped to their knees, foreheads resting on the back of their palms as they prostrated.

Chelsea "Here are the things you told me to bring, Milady," Ryle said respectfully, standing before me in front of the Prince's bedchamber. He handed me the carton he had been carrying, and I gratefully accepted it. The embarrassing incident from our first encounter still lingered in my mind—when I had mistaken him for a woman and Alastair had introduced him to me. Ryle, with his red hair and composed demeanor, was nothing but kind. He had even gone to my house personally, assuring me that no one else would touch my belongings.