Chapter 21 Milady Novels & Stories

I looked like a princess of story books, I put on some simple makeup like eyeliner, lipstick and little scents which I found in my handbag then I left for dining room. When I stepped out from the room I found myself in a long corridor of an ancient yet well maintained castle. There was numerous room at that floor and all doors were highly decorated but closed. I looked up at the great, high ceiling and its walls were covered with tapestries from Normandy. I took the stairs then started to walk towards the ground floor. Then only I realized I was in the second floor and I could not remember at all, yesterday who carried me all the way to my room. The stairs were covered with velvety red carpe

Eden decided. It would contrast better with the pink of the drapes than the green of the other night. But this one was even more transparent. “The nightie, too, please.” Eden asked. She brought her the light garment, which didn't conceal much either, then brought her mistress’s slippers , which she slipped her bare feet into. “Some fresh perfume, Milady?” “I haven't got any.” “There was this on the dressing table Milady.” She pointed to a bottle and removed the carved cap. They both bent down to inhale it.

Which is why I'm sure Alberto hired them to spy on me because he thought I would get along with these maids because they she-wolves. ' Hah! I'm not getting along with anyone. I need to do what I should do to get out of here,' I thought and looked at myself in the mirror. My complexion was much better than before. Scarlett brushed my hair and braided my hair in a single braid. Decorated it with flower pins and commented," Milady, you are so beautiful like a fairy. Are you actually a fairy descended from heaven?" " Ah, you flatter me. I'm just a hybrid who got her looks from vampire descendents!" I replied and allowed Scarlett to help me in dressing.

“If you choose to dare and complete it to our satisfaction, you make someone else drink. Let’s get started.” Ari walked around the group, whispering about Mila and the drinks before the game started. I couldn’t help but look over at Mila. She was nervous, shaking her leg with her hands clasped on her lap. She wasn’t wearing her normal housekeeping uniform. Instead she wore high-waisted, dark blue jeans with cutouts down the leg, paired with a thin white crop top that was a bit too revealing for my taste. Mostly because I could easier see the top of her fucking breasts, and they looked absolutely amazing. “What would I give to bite them,” Declan growled in the back of my mind. “She would enjo

Alcina says, voice soft but all the more damning and terrifying for it, “-make me ask a third time. Who was it?” “Milady,” the girl had breathed, nose glowing red from the way she’d run through the biting cold night air, all just to drape a warm cloak over Alcina’s shoulders lest she be cold, just earlier that night- The soldier’s voice when he speaks next sounds as though he’s been made to swallow glass: “It was a girl by the name of Mary, milady. Your personal attendant.” No. No. Alcina falters. Staggers a step backwards, as though the gravity of the loss is so great that it strikes her like a physical blow, enough to threaten to bring her to her knees.

“Very well. Take those fruits in the kitchen counter and get it delivered to Sera this instant and don’t come home unless you are with her.” “Yes ma’am.” “And if by any chance, she steps foot in here with a frown or upset by You or anyone out there, I —will— tear— you apart.” She stressed the words, baring her fangs for me to understand she was dead serious and will do exactly what she promised. “Understood Milady.” I said, my hands up in the hair in surrender and and retreated her fangs, plattering her face with a soft smile. “Good boy.” She ruffled my hair, making it messier than when I came in, and exited the sitting room.

When Katherine didn't seem convinced, she added: "He likes you, but you need to tease him a bit to undermine his defenses. Slow and steady. Let me teach you a few tricks." When Hazel saw her lady again, she wondered what kind of spices she had eaten without her knowing. She was red from head to toe and when Hazel asked her what happened, she drank her water so fast that it entered the wrong pipe. After a coughing fit of nearly five minutes, Hazel had completely forgotten about her original question, asking instead with sparking eyes: "Milady, can you also heal coughing?" Katherine very nearly rolled her eyes at her short-time memory. But, well, as long as it was in her favor, she wouldn't re

“Please prepare a dinner. I’m a little hungry from the long journey.” “Gladly, Milady. I shall prepare it now.” Then she blissfully closed the door. I indulged myself in the warmth of a warm bath. Just earlier, Ashanti showed me something I never thought I’d experienced in my whole life- schemes. She was the chosen one now, and yet she decided to humiliate me, a nobody in this house. What would it benefit her? I heard a knock from the door. “Who was it?” “Milady, I’m from the kitchen. I am delivering the dinner you requested.”

What does she need to hide for if she can pass as human? Milady is one of the Seven Keepers. A child of the Horned God and a Druid priestess. Her library is full of ancient wisdom and secrets she collects, so she must be able to move among humans, but also hide from those who seek what she has and wish to do harm. Horned god, huh? Never mind—I don’t want to know. But you did say you haven’t seen another human since you were a pup. Yes. Seems to me she’s slacking.

I need to get it away from Kenneth before he can kill it, or worse, try to force the little dragonling into a rider bond. The party goes late into the night, so I don’t have an opportunity to go searching for the egg until the early morning hours. I still haven’t found it by the time breakfast is served. I let Genevieve help me bathe and get dressed for breakfast. “Are you truly leaving, Milady?” she asks. “Yes, Genevieve.” “When will you return?” she asks. I look in the mirror, not completely recognizing the woman sitting there. “I don’t know.”