First Lady Novel Novels & Stories

At times I scale to practice at night. " I'm good I guess" I didn't mean to sound proud but it's good to uplift one's self at times. " Wow! You have to teach me one day " I shrugged " Anytime you're ready" " Gabriel.Susan...Emmanuel...James... The First Lady started calling names, after she was done the second lady started with hers. We were surprised not to hear our names on the first and second list and this remaining was that from the War zone and the King's palace.

“You’re unbelievable. I'm already indebted to you, I don't need anything else. Please.” “Well,” Jason said smoothly, completely ignoring what she said, “aren’t you going to say thank you?” She breathed in, then out, and finally, through gritted teeth, she managed to say, “Thank you.” “Good girl.” She could hear the smile in his voice. “Now do me a favor, mi vida. Open your contacts.” Her thumb hesitated before she swiped, but when she did, she found a long list of strangers' phone numbers. His secretary. His chief of security. A personal driver. A private chef. His banker. His PR strategist. And then, with a lurch in her stomach, she saw: First Lady Evelyn Hartfield.

"She will be fine. She's not from an ordinary line of witches, and she's a very smart one, I tell you. The first spell she used was to stop me from retrieving that book back from her." "She is able to use spells already?" "She got hold of a fantastic book. And yeah, it runs in her blood, so she can use any spell from that book to protect herself or to harm others." I was dumbfounded. It was hard to believe that Callie could steal. She never even took an extra piece of dessert from the palace kitchen. I wondered how horrible her little talk with Dylan went. "She means no harm. I am sure she will be ashamed of what she did and will return the book to one of your boys when they go back to the p

Or unless he was suppressing a catastrophic urge to murder everyone in the room. He wasn't standing at that altar because he wanted to be. He was standing there because someone was forcing him. Maya looked up from the tablet, her dark eyes locking onto Damian Croft. "Who is she?" Maya asked quietly. Croft’s patronizing smile faltered slightly at her lack of hysterics, but he quickly recovered. "Her name is Eleanor Vance. Your father’s first wife. The woman who abandoned him—and you—before Lily was even born." Maya went completely still.

While waiting for a reply. On the other hand, Mr Vance Taylor had won the presidential election, and his family had shifted to Washington, DC. Mrs Taylor was fussing in her new house that came with a big post. She had worked quite hard for his campaign and was now on eternal rest. She was not going to move a finger during his tenure. All the work of the First Lady would be done by his capable assistants while she would only make public appearances if necessary. “Mrs Taylor, there have been many emails on your official email address. What shall I do with them?” The not-so-capable assistant asked her.

It would be the right time to tell him about the pregnancy. “Thank you,” I said as Christian held the door open for me. Mhm, I felt so bad that I’d even thought he might have feelings for me. He was a friend, that’s all. If you look at my past life, I only had Millie as a friend—so yeah, Christian was one too. “Did you know Mrs Roberts is managing the First Lady’s campaign?” “Rodrigo’s mother?” “Yes.” He nodded as he let me step into the elevator first, of course, with the guards trailing behind. They were so good at their job I almost didn’t notice their presence. “It was the reason she went to the White House,” he added.

President, you’re too much… You’ve completely worn her out to the point she can’t even get out of bed! Must be nice to have that kind of stamina—working tirelessly all day and still having the energy to… well, not rest at night. No wonder… The First Lady of the company is a medical student. She must be good at keeping her man in top shape. Plus, she’s adorable. Seriously, so envious of the president… As they whispered among themselves, Kendrick stepped out from the lounge. Instantly, the three men clammed up, pretending to be completely focused on their work.

When she looked up, she noticed it was the first lady. "Violet, I've been looking for you." “Me?” “Yes. Would you mind if I sat down with you?" "No, please continue." The first lady sat next to her and looked her in the eyes. "Do you think there's something on my face?" "Not really, but I'm always amazed when I look at you. I'm hoping you don't mind if I ask you a few questions." "As long as they're not obnoxious." "I hope they aren't. Can you tell me if that hair is real?"

"Now, in less than four weeks you'll be holding a title that comes with great responsibility. In this time, you have to change everything about you because this world will eat you up alive if you stay in your innocence. I'm sure you're no stranger to the president's bad side, and since you're going to be his wife, you're going to have to get just as dirty as he is. The most difficult job is not being the president, oh no, little girl, it's being the first lady because that's the real mastermind behind the operation." She rolled her shoulders back as she stood with her hip cocked to the side and her arms folded across her chest. She was dressed like she had just killed a man and stole his mil

To her, he's like a hoofed demon, ridiculing her lack of freedom - a truth she was beginning to learn as the First Lady. Sarah opened her mouth to speak but he beat her to it. "Your role as the first Lady lies within the presidential residence, not elsewhere. Your world is this!" He blurted out, gesturing at the extravagant suite. "-and you better get used to it!" Sarah's lips turned dry as she swallowed the harsh reality of her new world. Her heart was filled with despair as she contemplated her crumbled dreams. It was as if the world, once rich with colors and vitality, had now fallen to nothing but ruin - now a shattered reflection of her past self.