Downton Shabby Novels & Stories

Zanvil was standing in the living room waiting for his wife to come down. It was almost 7 pm. They were going to the party his business associate Mr. Wayne held. Then he heard the clicking sound of heels. He turned around and his breath hitched. There was standing his breathtakingly beautiful wife looking all gorgeous in her black deep V neck dress that hung loosely from her waist with red 2 inch high heels.

'Wow…' I inwardly cried out, completely in awe. The store was different from the ones I had been opportuned to glance at back home. The grandeur of the store was breathtakingly beautiful and mesmeri... "I'm sorry Kira. This place looks a bit shabby, but the clothes look really pretty" Dante sighed, drawing me out from my daydreaming. I stared at him in shock. 'Shabby? This place was shabby…?’ ‘Only the chandelier could buy my house, demolish it and build two more house's and he calls it shabby?'

] Richie switched off the line and refocused on the street in front of him, his mind filled with strategies and the next steps he should take. That day, even though the streets were quiet, Richie's mind continued to spin, considering all the possibilities that might occur after tomorrow's important meeting. *** The DeVecchio family's main mansion. Attentively, Sharlynn arranged her appearance in front of the large mirror that adorned the corner of her room. The soft light from the room lamp added to the elegance of the atmosphere, reflecting her graceful silhouette in the cotton dress that wrapped her body perfectly. The pastel color of the dress blended harmoniously with her smooth skin, cr

She turned to look expectantly at Shaun. Shaun marvelled over how impossibly perfect the older woman looked while orchestrating an engagement party likely to become the event of the season. She wore a pencil skirt suit, with pink frills at the throat and sleeves. Instead of looking overly feminine, the delicate fabric somehow complemented the severity of the suit. Dasha's dark hair was shot through with honey-coloured highlights and styled to perfection. Shaun wondered if the woman had a professional stylist on her payroll. The amount of money flowing through the Koba empire was staggering. Being surrounded by that kind of unimaginable wealth was definitely a learning curve for Shaun, who st

--- [FANCY RESTAURANT - EVENING, SEVERAL DAYS LATER] Shayla sat across from Vincent at a small table tucked into a corner. The restaurant was beautiful. Expensive. The kind of place where appetizers cost more than most people's entire meal budget. White tablecloths and candles and fresh flowers on every table. Waiters in tuxedos moving silently between tables like ghosts. Shayla felt deeply uncomfortable. Out of place. Her stomach was showing prominently now. The bump was impossible to hide no matter how loose her clothes were. She wore a flowing dress in dark blue that Vincent had bought for her. But even that could not disguise the swell of her belly.

Edna said and slumped on the bed with her shoes on. Shawn sighed in frustration. He just met her, but he could tell she was lousy, sassy, and lacked the basic courtesy a decent lady should have. She was all about luxury and fame. “Kindly take off your shoes. That's a bed, in case you have forgotten.” Shawn said, trying to sound as polite as possible. “Of course, of course…” She kept murmuring as she got off the bed and began to take her shoes off. Shawn stared at her for a while, before proceeding to take off his suit jacket.

Sherry, who had earlier in the master bedroom felt a flicker of excitement when instructed to wear the elegant dress draped across the bed, now appeared dull and faded like a crushed flower in a world of violence. The thick fabric clung to her, a constant reminder of her lowly status in the presence of the five figures seated around the imposing mahogany table, their gazes heavy with judgment before shifting to Dallion.

It's not like I'm lying; I am very nervous about how tonight is going to go, I'm also nervous about the next five and half months of my life is going to go. "Well try to relax, we're here now" Rhodes's soothing tone calms me for a moment as I look out the window. The car is travelling up a long gravel driveway that weaves around to the front of a large looking estate. A grand tall yellow building is wide open in front of us. Men and women draped in fine jewels and expensive suits ascend the staircase up into the expansive hall. It looks like something straight out of Downton Abbey, such a regal event where I will stick out like a sore thumb.

"I know it's not a good time to say this. But you must be prepared to replace Mr. Ferdukh's place. Otherwise, Mr. Edward and Mr. Barry will take over what Mr. Adam has built. Please think about it, madam." Tania wiped away her tears. But the tears did not stop. She was born into a wealthy family, and never experienced money hardship. When Adam Ferdukh fell in love with her and proposed to her, she never had anything to worry about. Nor did she know where Adam got all the luxury he gave her. So, how could he take over Adam's business? She didn't really know what kind of business her husband ran. The only thing she could think of was going back to her parents' house.

"It seems that DT Investment is not as invincible as it's said to be. The mighty CEO actually lives in a slum." "What made the wind blow the heir of the Alter Group to a slum?" Shawn sneered. "Did Alter Group go bankrupt? Did you come to the slum to collect recyclables for a living?" "I..." Kevin was momentarily speechless. "Can you stop being so rude in your speech?" Shawn clicked his tongue and retorted, "Can you stop being so effeminate in your speech?"