Fairest Novels & Stories

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

Hester added. " Do you know what my favorite of these dresses is?", Mory asked grinning, " Which one?", Clarisse chuckled, " that", she pointed, " The tuxedo?", " Yes, it's so beautiful, well sawn, with the elegance I could tell that you calmly put so much effort in making it perfect, seeing it on a mannequin doesn't justify it" " she said walking towards the tuxedo, tripping over it, " Really? It's that beautiful ?",

The most important part was the certification made available, nothing else mattered. Maria felt less and less enthusiastic as she fell on her back, lying straight up with urgent eyes rummaging through the ceiling. There were times when she almost faltered, wondering if all of this was worth the struggle, and there were times when she felt like she really couldn't go on anymore, but she knew she had to, she'd come this far already. She styled her hair into a quick ponytail and applied the littlest, almost unnoticeable amount of makeup. She was in a white dress with white shoes to match, it was simple, yet charming in its own way. White represented purity on a day like this, contrary to the bi

He stooped down to my level as if to have a better look at me. “Hey Beautiful,” He said with a whisper, voraciously licking his lips for the second time. He tried running his hands through my face, but I pushed myself away from his reach, and he responded with laugh. “Feisty one huh” He chuckled “Hey! Moose what do you think?” He yelled out, calling the attention of his acquaintance who seemed to have his attention glued to his phone now. Blowing out a whistle, he said “Mirror, Mirror on the wall who is the fairest of them all”

Valmonte Family Group Chat Elaine: Are you all excited about your gowns and suit? (insert emoji winking face with tongue) Guiding us in choosing our gowns and suits for an event is one of many things that makes Auntie Elaine happy. She's a professional model before and is now an owner of a famous clothing line both here and abroad. She's responsible for making sure that our family will stand out in every event. She even designed Mom and Auntie Irene's gown for the company's anniversary celebration last year.

she says snapping more pictures with a look of pure glee on her face "Do you think I could sit on one of the lions like thoughs people, so you can get my picture?" "Hahahha Lanna, you do remember why we're here don't you?" Acre asked laughing "Well yes of course but look, it's London guys, it's so exciting" she replies jumping up and down clapping her hands. "So are you enjoying the sights?" a voice asks beside me making me jump "Calm down," he said as I spin to grab his throat and he knocks my hand away "How did you do that?" "Ahhh I can mask my scent, it's a talent I've had since I was a child, it helps me move around freely, I'm who everyone calls the boss but my name is Gregory"

small woman, but she was quick. She swiftly laid out all of the gowns for my inspection before turning to curtsy to me. "Um, do you by chance have any jeans and t-shirts instead?" I asked, "I'm not really a gown kind of gal unless I have to be." "Oh!", she squeaked, "Of course your highness. Apologies for the assumption, but we thought with you being a Royal that you would prefer a gown. I'll fetch some more casual options!" Before I could say anything else, she had left the suite and returned once again loaded down with clothing. This time she had come with several pairs of jeans and an assortment of t-shits and sweaters. "What's your name?" I asked as she laid my new load of selections ou

Fable, like most bands, has its own official fan club, plus hundreds of smaller, less official ones – but Alastaire holds the distinction of being the only member with own his personal group run entirely by fans. The most elite fans will fork out up to five hundred dollars for the official winged necklace, a sign of their devotion to Alastaire (and their excellent parental-wallet-manipulation skills). Two of the angels are wearing very revealing little white dresses, and the third is wearing a tiny mini skirt and a gold-sequined top. She must be wearing an amazing push-up bra, because her cleavage is almost touching her chin. I can already see why Alastaire spotted them in the crowd – the sh

A woman separated herself from a clique of fae, her swaying walk and bedroom eyes locked on Jayce. The Prince next to her stiffened, sketching a small bow to the approaching fae. She was beautiful, all high cheekbones and sex appeal. Her dress, made of what appeared to be strategically placed holly leaves, barely covered her. One wrong move and she would be baring more than just her skin to the crowd around them. On anyone else, the dress would be indecent at best. "Aoife." Jayce's voice was stilted, the name sounding more like a curse. "It is a pleasure to have you here. I thought you would not be returning from the Summer Court for several weeks."