Chapter 21 Milady Novels & Stories

I know those heels. Beatrice Sinclair walks in the way she always walks into this house, like the deed is in her name and I am a guest who has overstayed. Grey coat, pearl earrings, bag in the crook of her arm, lipstick perfect because Beatrice is always perfect. She looks at me first. Then past me at the table. Her eyes move slowly across everything, the candles, the two plates, the full untouched wine bottle, the whole careful humiliating effort of this evening, and something settles in her expression that has never once in five years been sympathy.

“Her name was Lila. Look at this....” Ana blinked and saw Trevor taking out some photographs. It was a picture of a girl with braces, wide and funky haircut with big giant glasses that was falling off the bridge of her nose. Ana looked at the photographs and was immediately reminded of the girl called Lila who was Adam's new friend when he got to England. She recalled the day she had stumbled upon her text message on Adam's phone and she having a misunderstanding with Adam over those messages. It was difficult to tell if she was the same Lila because she never saw a picture of her as Adam never showed her. But no doubt this wasn't at all any coincidence.

and scampered upstairs before they noticed. Once in my room, I stuffed the folder into my bag and yanked out my phone to text Varen. Got it. His reply was almost instant. Varen- Excellent. Biting my lip, I texted back. What did you do to get Dominic to leave? The second I hit send, a soft knock came at the door. “Milady?” I shoved my phone under a pillow without even thinking. “Come in!” Mirabel slipped inside, her dark braid swinging behind her. Her cheeks were flushed from walking fast.

“Well then, if that’s the case, go and relax while I dine. I can sense that you do not like to step in a room with your Master in it.” The girl’s eyes lit up. “Oh? Is-is my trembling shoulders that— oh, I’m sorry Milady, ” she paused and lowered her head in embarrassment. “If-if that’s your wish, I will.” She curtsied and then walked out of the corridor without looking back.

She was blushing, and I felt like I would too, if she looked at me like that. All I could do was sheepishly giggle, a habit my body couldn’t help but do when I feel awkward, while Clairmont—who stood by my side—was throwing his eyes out to Carter, who trotted closer to him, with a more than grateful face written all over his cherub face. It’s all good with the raining praises, but I would feel a bit heart-broken by the thought that those praise will turn into something… unpraiseworthy when they knew that I am a dragon. Most people feared dragons after all. “Milady.” A woman, clad in brown robe with a braided caramel hair approached her. “It would be improper for a lady to not introduce herse

Venetia turned on the warm water as it started rushing. When the water was enough for me to bath, Venetia turned off the water and turned to face me. " Please take off your clothes Milady" she said. "What? Do you want to bath me? " I asked. " Yes Milady" she said. " No I'll bath myself thank you" I said Venetia looked outside the bathroom before looking back at me " Milady if Master Derek finds out I didn't bath you I'm doomed" Venetia said in fear.

Waking up I looked around, I saw two men , one behind me and the other behind my mother, they looked so deadly and ready to kill, I looked at my mother , she was half asleep on the chair she was tied to , she looked so pail , I felt my tears roll out . The door opened , there he was , the demon , SANTIAGO. "The main guest finally arrived , how're are you Isabella, you see when I asked my boys not to get you from your apartment forcefully, they thought I didn't know what I was doing, I told them I loved my women obedient and willing , hahahaha" his dreadful laughter resounded in the room "You don't need to keep her here , I'm here already" " She is the only tool to compel your obedience Milad

she snapped I got in quickly and she drove off without sparing me a glance Well I never thought being a slave is gonna be easy Moscow briefed me why most women bought male slaves He said it's to satisfy their s£xual urge since their husbands we're so busy for them And truth be told majority of the people that attended tonight we're mid aged women I thought I'll be brought by one as a s£x slave but I was wrong I received the shock of my life when I got sold off to the pretty lady I saw earlier I was so happy... thinking that she'll be nice but hell was I wrong ! After my new mistress conversation with the lady I assume is her cousin I knew she's nothing close to nice We got into the room whic

I called her name with the hope that she had regained some of her consciousness even if it wasn’t all. “Prince…” she called out to me sweetly as she turned to face me. The blank look in her eyes made me feel uncomfortable inside. My hands balled into tight fists as I struggled to suppress my urges to pounce on her. To my further shock, Mila got on her hands and knees and began slowly crawling toward me. Her movements were smooth as she got closer to me, her breasts and her hips swayed seductively in rhythm to her body’s movements. My entire body froze as I just sat there.

It fits perfectly. "How does he know my size-" "It's been four minutes already," Silver says in a sing-song voice and I find myself running down the stairs. That psychotic man would do anything to put his hands on me. I'd better not give him a good reason to. Which way to the fucking dinning table for fucks sake? I look around and rely on my wolf senses to find my way. I pick up the smell of food and head in that direction. Once I walk in, my eyes widen at the décor fit for a king. The rich red colour of the chairs with the gold on the edges.