Debutante Book Novels & Stories

Two hours and far too many cocktails later, Deja found herself in the mansion's dimly lit library with Ren, having escaped the main event after she'd managed to spill red wine on Mr. Harrington's wife (accidentally), trip over an antique vase (genuinely accidentally), and tell the mayor's son his haircut made him look like a confused mushroom (completely on purpose). "I think I succeeded," she announced proudly, wobbling slightly, "I am officially the scandal of the season. Somebody fetch me a tiara."

Names recurred in cities where wealth pooled in the same places. But Lucien Blackwood had known who she was before she knew who he was. He had watched her, investigated her, selected her. He had said she was chosen for specific reasons, and those reasons had been laid out plainly. And yet the possibility that her selection had additional reasons — older ones, tied to a history she did not fully understand — was one she could not simply close the door on. She replaced the notebook. She went back to the main room and placed the photograph exactly where she had found it, face-down behind the books. She sat back in her chair. She picked up her sketchbook. She did not draw anything.

Audrey didn’t quite understand him, “what do you mean?” Nathan’s lips curved into a mocking smile as he sat up, “I was thinking there was a book for the likes of you but it seems you don’t have it” She heaved a sigh, he was Making mockery of her again. “I have Outlander by Diana Gabaldon, 1991. I also have Red, White & Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston, 2019,Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen, 1813. And Seven Days in June by Tia Williams which was written two years ago then I also have love hypothesis by Ali Hazelwood which was also written two years ago”

I guess she is used to this whole damn disappearance act and the mafia world, anyway she was born into it. She invited me to the book club of The Underbosses and Captain's Wives; it was my first time hearing about it, and I wondered what those women would be talking about. I accepted the invitation, as I sure needed the distraction; nothing will do the magic faster than a bunch of women I can talk to. She told me the venue and time for the book club before hanging up. I hurriedly showered, put on a white short gown, and a pair of 2-inch glass slippers, and wore my hair up to compliment my look, a pair of dangling earrings, and a little make-up to go with it. I took one last look in the mirro

​This was the very room where Maya’s uncle, William Harrington, had tried to publicly disgrace her a year ago by announcing her disinheritance. ​Tonight, the room was silent as the grand double doors at the top of the staircase swung open. ​Maya and Julian Vance made their entrance. ​Maya was a breathtaking vision of absolute regal dominance. She wore an off-the-shoulder gown of midnight-blue velvet that hugged her waist before spilling into a dramatic, sweeping train behind her. The blue diamonds of the Crest of Geneva sparkled brilliantly at her throat, paired with a subtle, glowing diamond tiara woven into her dark, intricate updo.

"I'm sorry miss but I was just informed that you would be going there without an escort. Apparently, your escort is running late." "Okay." "Are you ready?" the attendant asked me and I nodded my head. "The debutante is going in," he signaled over his earpiece. He motioned for me to come closer as he opened the door. Bright lights blinded me followed by a deafening voice of the host. "Let's welcome, the debutante, Ms. Anja Felicity Astor!" I walked inside the hall in a straight line though I was feeling disoriented. I felt like I was about to pass out.

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Mystery Bride" the tabloids had been whispering about all day. Damian slipped a possessive arm around her waist, pulling her flush against his side. Smile, Aara, he whispered through gritted teeth as he nodded to the cameras. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of lilies and the smell of old money. Men in tailored suits and women dripping in jewels turned their heads as they walked by. The whispers followed them like a trail of smoke. Is that her? "I heard she was a commoner." "Look at the way she’s holding onto him. Clearly a gold digger." Aara kept her head high, her nails digging into her palms. She felt like a specimen on display. At the center of the room, seated on a velvet chair

I stared at him as he continued, far too casually, “You’re not going to college. You’ll be studying business management and statistics for the remaining months before the grand ball with Luxmoore.” My stomach dropped. “It’s a major event,” he added. “And it would be a shame if the future CEO and future wife of the Luxmoore heir showed up with nothing to present except her beauty. That won’t be necessary.” “Excuse me?” I snapped. “Future what? Wife?” I scoffed. “I have absolutely no intention of becoming that ugly old man’s wife.” Saelas nearly choked on his drink. “What did you just say?” “Ugly old man,” I repeated flatly. “Why?”

Ava The morning sunlight filtered through the towering windows of the mansion, casting long, golden streaks across the polished marble floors. At first glance, everything seemed tranquil. But I could feel the tension before I even stepped into the strategy room, subtle yet insistent, like the quiet hum of electricity in the air before a storm. There was an undercurrent of unease threading through every corridor, every room, every carefully curated corner of Adrian Vale’s empire. Today, I sensed, would bring veils of deception to the forefront actions hidden behind polite words, motives concealed under practiced expressions, and ambitions disguised as loyalty.