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Instantly, Ava moved her gaze to the lady next to him. Sitting elegantly beside her dashing fiancé, Lady Selene Wyndham was an epitome of beauty and grace. Ava had never seen anything quite like her. She was... perfection. The lady had a classic beauty of an aristocratic woman. She had a heart-shaped face with a pair of almond-shaped eyes, with thick and long lashes framed her sapphire blue orbs. Her straight and narrow nose pointed high, Ava imagined a little bird could perch on it, and her thin lips were taut, seemed like she was not into humor and hilarity. Her hair was a blonde color in the lightest shade that her pale forehead seemed to merge with her hairline. She wore sapphires in her

Eleanor smiled to them and promised to not forget about it. After they left she looked through the witch book and found the page related to the fluitis mias. She was reading the information written about it with a lot of concentration. 'Like I thought this is really about this herbe, it specify the herbe's benefit and the way to use it. Ah! there! it say that this herbe can't grow without another herbe by it side. the finus herbe it is a common herbe that peoples take from fatigue.'

( warning: rape incident ahead . It violates human rights so please don't read if you don't want to, otherwise please keep voting and commenting at the end of every chapter) " well ,well well here comes the Queen, how are you feeling your highness?" Someone says sarcastically and I move my head to see Charlotte the she devil herself, she's in long dress and her face is full of make up ,she looks like she just came from hell I don't answer her because my energy is drained

He will live the way he wants". This time Mile spoke. He had enough of the woman. "Who... Ohhhh look. The mouse is back". Bella laughed mockingly. "Yes, the mouse is back. But don’t forget this mouse can kill a lion. I was a weak person back then. No money, no status to fight for my son. But now, don’t you dare put a finger on him because now you have to face me. Mile Lawson the owner of the biggest fruit and vegetables chain in the country. I am no more the Mile who would dance to your chords.

Not much made it past her, but I took the stairs two at a time before she could ask anymore questions. I plopped on the bed and stared at the ceiling. I couldn’t get her image out of my head. She was perfect in every way. Her raven colored hair made her skin look like porcelain and even though she was quite petite, she was full of attitude. Watching her stick up for herself against that preppy bitch earlier made me even more attracted to her.

“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.” Geni had tears in her eyes. I knew she didn’t understand and she probably never would. “All within this place, heed my call. Genevieve has the keys and contracts for everyone to retrieve and return home, never to deal with a life where you must roam or sell yourself. The Kingdom of Faerl is open to you if you’ve nowhere to go. Make haste, there’s not much time.”

Head slightly bowed down while enduring the harshness of her tongue. “What’s going on here?” Mr Foster asked. Instantly shutting Mrs Foster and her relentless lectures. “Oh honey, thank goodness you are here.” She faked a cry, rushing into his embrace. “I seriously can’t do this! These maids no longer have respect for me. To be more precise, Miss Raveloson! I want her fired by this evening!” She demanded. Doing a dramatic hair flip. Knowing very well the power she held over me. “I’m afraid I’m enable to do that,” Mr Foster calmly said. After having some eye conversation with Isaac, it seemed. Making me wonder why he had to. It was so quick one would miss it, but as I once said... “I’m quite

she replied, not looking the least bit apologetic. "You brought enough clothes to dress in a small country." "You're welcome." Amanda was thirty-eight and possessed the rare ability to enter any room and immediately behave as though she owned the floor beneath her feet. A high-end stylist by profession, fashion was less a career for her and more an uncompromising religion. Today, she wore wide-legged cream trousers, a fitted black bodysuit, chunky gold hoops, and enough effortless posture to make the entire ensemble look like art. She lifted one of the garment bags, unzips running smoothly. "Your problem, Laurel, is that you've been dressing like a woman who is actively trying not to be noti

I stayed silent for a long time before I finally spoke. My voice was hoarse and unfamiliar. “The house my mother left me is still in Sienna’s hands.” “Can you help me to get it back?” Sebastian shot me a glare full of barely contained frustration. “My aunt’s property? Don’t worry. I’ll get every last bit back for you. No need for you to fret.” He pushed a glass of whiskey toward me. “I’m just afraid once your wounds heal, you’ll forget the pain.”

Mama always made it a point never to visit a person’s home without a gift. I didn’t bother getting the twins anything though. I was more than enough for both of them. I snickered at my own childish thoughts as I continued to smooth my dress. Mama bought it in Spain and out of all the expensive gifts, I think this one was my favourite. It was a soft, ivory midi dress, cinched at the waist with delicate gold threading along the seams. It was simple, but certainly elegant, definitely something I’d wear to a dinner party. I caught my own reflection in the rear-view mirror and frowned when I noticed a part of my hair had come loose. It spent almost two hours trying to style it. The loose waves we