Novel & Cerita Dame Gothel

The worry on my mother’s face faded, smiled at me and nodded. My mind is totally pre-occupied. Who could this man be? Will he be strict? Is he a nice person? What if he is a lunatic? I shoved away the thought. No, my mother knows best. She wouldn’t put me into deep trouble. Somehow she trusted her friend. I put on a light make-up to emphasize my natural beauty. I wore an elegant Channel navy blue dress that complimented my soft, fair skin. I remember my dad saying that navy blue fits me the best and so I bought this dress which captivated me in an instant when I saw it. It is a simple dress, not revealing so much skin, but it hugged my whole body that accentuated my curves. I made one last g

"That fucking slut.....where in the world did he go. No matter how far you go Jun, I'll make sure to drag you back here. You can't escape this easily, I won't let you. You will regret what you did." Mrs. Yu was determent on getting Jun back no matter what, she made some calls and sat on her armchair with an evil smirk. "I'll get you here back my slave." _________________________________________

What am I gonna do? They were about to attack me but suddenly they turned to ashes. How did that happen?! Who did that?! And suddenly a young woman appeared in front of me and looked just my age. I can't see her face but she is obviously beautiful in a black tube gown and she also has black hair that is beautiful and she has a skirt. And she fought with the dark werewolves, she was good at fighting. Her fighting skills can be compared to Drake's whose one of the best fighters in the ausgberg aside from me.

Gene cried out. “That’s the point. I need him to feel the bond snap. I need to set him free. Aphrodite stole my ability to feel the Fate bond. He still feels it, though. I need to break it for him and him to think I’m dead.” I took a deep breath, grabbed the purple dress, and put it on, smoothing it out over my curves. “I am Elentari Tirisil, Princess of Faerl. I task you, Genevieve, with freeing the enslaved of this brothel and ensuring Hephaestus finds me, these letters, and not to give away my secret. You have one hour. I will cast the compel to seek you out, so you do not need to find each girl.”

A middle-aged woman approached her with a smile. "Hello, I noticed you've been walking around all day and I have never seen this face before yet I know everyone in this town. Are you perhaps new here and lost?" The woman's wrinkly face was adorned with slight makeup as her lips stretched into a bigger smile. Astra could only nod as the woman sat beside her. "I'm Gothel, call me madam Gothel." The woman introduced herself. "My name is Astra." The younger replied. "Ah, you're pregnant. You shouldn't be out in the harsh sun. Where are you going? Let me help you find the place."

Go right ahead! Diego sighed and walked out. He was sure it was Amelia and he was going to meet her. "Just be careful! we don't know what she's up to and.....Arrrgggh!" She groaned in frustration. "What a stubborn man!" * * * * * * Li-lah turned on the music and started dancing to it. She moved her body slowly and sensually. Her dark red dress had a halter neckline which exposed her ample chest. Her dark raven-black hair fell gently to her shoulders.

Odhan asked in confusion. "No, we found something which we never imagined we will find here" Lucifer muttered. "What is it?" Odhan inquired softly. "The queen you just said that I love so much to risk an attack from the dark creatures, and the woman in that Portrait, Theodora, are the same" Darius explained clearly to Odhan. His tone is cold and it sent shivers down the spine of Odhan. "Why the hell are you after everyone I love and hold dear to me" Max snapped at Odhan.

It seemed that his majesty preferred going into the water dressed like a fashionable woman at a ball. Reive could hardly hide a smirk. “Have you ever met my beautiful companions?” His Majesty continued. “Let me introduce Marquise Ilse Rande, Countess Laura Lanthar and, of course, dear Duchess Charlie Billefort.” The last lady turned out to be the very wet woman with her breasts protruding. She was smiling happily, fanning her face and casting hot looks at Gerhard. “Nice to meet you,” the necromancer made a bow. “Reive Eridanus and my fiancée Angelina Vallebour.”

(Rhea's POV) The scent of jasmine and blood lingered in the palace air. Kael had forbidden me from opening the windows. He said the breeze carried whispers now, voices of dead gods, traitorous wolves, and rebel kings. But I knew the truth. He was afraid. Afraid of what was coming. Afraid of Damon. I stared at my reflection in the obsidian mirror. The woman who looked back was draped in silver and nightshade. A crown rested upon my head, delicate and deadly. Lilith’s mark shimmered faintly at my collarbone, a curse disguised as protection.

Then she stands, the action suddenly menacing. She turns around to reveal a pale face. A wooden pendant hangs down a thin neck and her brown hair is secured at her nape in a severe bun. The drab grey gown she wears is complimented by her emotionless expression. "Welcome to Mount Ilya, Gweneth Ryder. Do you choose to renounce your former life and join us in our quest to cleanse the world?" Everything seems to catch up with and the walls start to close in. "No, you sicko!"