Civil Servant In Romance Fantasy Mga Nobela at Kwento

“You are gonna feel like you've gotten electrocuted if you know what happened. I can't believe I saw Cruz smile today! He has been showering everyone with his smile today and apparently his smile is blinding every female employee, even Bella. Come and ruin his mood like you do every morning with your shitty coffee. I can't stand how he is getting all of the attention which should have been on me instead. Come on, Low, give him a blow so that he falls below the standards of all the ladies.” I roll my eyes. I desperately want to shove the fact in his head that he never got the attention of the ladies to begin with. But I'm shocked to the bones. What's wrong with Cruz? The delusional part of me

The smell of stale coffee and the faint odor of sweat lingered in the air, mingling with the low hum of conversation and the occasional ring of a phone. I noticed a woman, likely close to Rachel’s age, sitting in a corner, her shoulders trembling as she wept. Rachel’s secretary was there too, his face pale and drawn. “Oh, Mr. Leonardo Lugard, come in and take a seat. You are most highly welcome,” an officer said, his voice oozing false sincerity. I recognized his type instantly—one of those eager to curry favor when things are good but the first to disown you when something goes wrong. I imagined Rachel was at the stage of experiencing just that.

“She was only a secretary who stayed beside me longer than others.” “She misunderstood our relationship and became emotionally dependent.” My blood turned ice cold. Secretary. Emotionally dependent. Ten years together, six years of marriage, reduced to two humiliating sentences. Beside him, Evelyn smiled softly. “Silas has always been too kind. Some women misunderstand kindness as love very easily.” “Seraphina is just a poor orphan my family took pity on,” Silas added casually. “Without the Wolfe family, she probably wouldn’t survive outside.” The crowd burst into laughter instantly.

The Coral Family is just your average, Aeternum normal family of the middle income. “She is a fiery person…very patriotic towards Aeternum has her true nation and where her utmost loyalty laid at….she applied for the position in A.C.I.A, Military and the Central Government Ministry…but failed at her interview as she is not physically qualified…hence applied for a clerk position at the Resource Ministry and worked there ever since…”.(Agent Tatyana)

Fantasy fodder for late-night scrolling. But the card felt real between her fingers. And the ache it sparked low in her belly was very real. She went. The address led her to an unmarked steel door in an alley downtown. A man in a tailored black suit checked her name against a tablet, eyes lingering appreciatively on the dress she’d chosen—deep crimson silk that clung to every curve, slit high enough to flash thigh with each step, neckline plunging just enough to make her feel dangerously exposed. He nodded once. The door opened.

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

Despite being mentally prepared and having said everything that needed to be said, when they walked into the Civil Affairs Bureau, and it was finally time to sign, Seraphina still felt nervous. In the midst of her nervousness, there was also a complex happiness. She never expected that something she had longed for would suddenly come true in such a way, under these circumstances. Once the signature was made, she was officially the young master’s wife. “It’s not a slave contract, no need to be so anxious,” the young master teased her.

“We haven’t started the bath.” “It’s fine. I shall wait. This is all so sudden, isn’t it? I was the one who would be doing this for Mistress Hana.” Camila said with a kind smile. “It’s natural to feel this way. It’s like a dream come true to be betrothed to the Second Prince.” The other servant said, clinging to her chest. “Yes, like Cinderella,” Camila said, not thinking. “Who’s Cinderella?” The first servant asked, returning from the partition holding Camila’s bath.

A few people came to congratulate him. These people could be roughly counted as Xiao Qin, Cao Jing, Sun Mou, Yang Yuyan, the neighbor of the nearby island, Butterfly Zoila, and Charlotte Sky who came after hearing the news. They either had investigated Caspian and Following the Heart Islands in public or in private. Some of them were the companions of Caspian, so they all knew that although Eva Green was the nominal servant of Caspian, in fact, no one would really treat a cultivator who had reached the third stage of Heavenly Spirit Realm and could refine pills as a servant.