Chapter 21 Milady Novels & Stories

The woman in the center mused, still bowing her head. “It’s okay. I can do it myself.” I answered awkwardly. I didn’t wish for audiences to watch me while taking a bath. “But it’s the queen’s order to assist you, Milady.” She insisted. I noticed her hands were trembling so I went closer to hold her but she suddenly knelt on the floor. “Forgive us! We’re just here to help you.” She stuttered, and all the other women knelt in front of me. I wondered why they seemed terrified. Was it because they thought I’m a witch?

The woman blinked. “Oh no. No, no, no. I’ve seen this trope before,” she muttered. “This is body possession. Reincarnation. Transmigration. Whatever you call it when God runs out of original ideas.” A knock interrupted her existential crisis. “Milady, the Duke is waiting in the rose salon,” a voice called from behind the door. “The Duke?” Mira repeated blankly. “The Duke, your husband,” the maid replied. “Lord Adrian Vale.” Mira froze.

The decoration of the campus gymnasium was extravagant, exuding an air of wealth and power. People could not help but stop in their tracks at the sight of the event venue. Hugging the laptop to my chest, I smiled, masking the sadness that coiled around my heart. "Want some hot chocolate?" I recognized the voice, and my eyes automatically searched for her. Faerie was behind me, staring apologetically at me. Giving her a thin smile, I clung to her arm. "Your treat?"

Chapter 3: Myla Five Years Later In a bustling restaurant, a woman sat alone in the corner, her presence commanding attention. Her eyes, sharp and calculating, swept the room, and her beauty was undeniable. Despite the soft elegance she exuded, there was something fiercely determined about her—something that made her seem unapproachable, untouchable. This was Mila, though she went by Myla now. Beside her sat a little girl, her legs swinging beneath the table, her eyes wide and bright as she gazed at her mother. The girl’s expression mirrored Mila’s own—sharp, observant, unyielding.

Yet the very moment she was released, she ran straight back to his court, begging to see him. It was madness—a plague. Her father had summoned countless physicians to examine her, but nothing worked. The obsession only deepened with time. Until, finally, Polly killed the Luna. But they had just heard her curse him out. This must be a dream. “Milady… what did you say?” Vannessa asked, her voice trembling. “You couldn’t have meant what you said about the Alpha… right?” Pulled from her fantasy, Adelaide turned slowly to Vannessa. With a tight smile, she walked toward her and leaned in.

Even without makeup, the girl was still the most gorgeous goddess they had ever seen, and come to think of it, a man in his right senses would see such a beauty and deny it. "Milady, your bath time" the maids announced, but that didn't move the girl. Laura's stand-by unmoving on the spot right where Lim had left her.. She still couldn't understand what was going on. What just happened? How come Mr Lim was the same Mr A that had taken her virginity! What on earth did he want from her that he couldn't leave her life in peace! "Milady, your bath time, you need to take a bath early. The master needs you at the dining table within ten minutes", the maids pleaded. Now the master is back at the hou

Her nerdy and simple get up as Rose is gone. “Okay then, let’s just enjoy this day right guys? Tomorrow I have to attend somewhere like Anna. Zyrem, Clide don’t forget that if you will be with me, do not call me Milady or Zarianne. Just call me Anna and in here you are my friends, that I am not the Villaflor’s daughter but rather a farmer’s daughter. Are we clear?” I said as I grab Zyrem’s arm. “Yes, Milady.” The two said as they hide their red faces.

she moaned Inserting a third finger, as punishment, I watched her wincing in pain, “We don't say that name here, sweetheart,” “I am— coming Your Majesty! I— I submit,” she erupted on my fingers, I licked them clean. A purple gleam glowed radiantly through her sleeve, imprinting the mark of a Jem on her arm, I smiled inwardly, proud of my self, I have taken everything from Lucifer, his kingdom, his respect, his vitality— and I just took his bitch. “Milady,” someone knocked on the door,

I mean, there have been cases where many slaves who disobeyed or deviated from the rules were punished drastically by sending them to the pack of coyotes where their flesh will turn to meat for the animals and their bones will be used to lift bridges. “That I can not tell, Milady.” I politely responded. “There will be a soiree taking place here next week, can you be present as my companion?” I perceived that as a command and not a request and hell knows I never expected to fall under any royal family's eyes. “Uhm, why would I be a companion of her ladyship?” She bucked her shoulders and sent me a warning glare. I felt that must have provoked her so I readjusted the question.

The maid was gone. "Isn't she an exquisite piece?". He asked, eyes roving lustfully over the female human. Please don't be like him...what is he planning to do?. She pondered internally. She was scared. My eyes finally left him, straying to the girl. They landed on her naked body first. She was truly an exquisite piece. She had slender delicate curves. Rounded hips and ample breasts. Her skin was a natural tan. I couldn't control the wave of lust that overtook me.