First Lady Urban Book Novels & Stories

Each piece sharply juts out into my chest, giving me some of the worst ache I’ve ever felt in my life. “It could be a political marriage,” Cynthia says. “She fits the bill of a perfect first lady.” With all of her charity work, that is overwhelmingly true. It doesn’t make me feel any better. “He’s still marrying her,” Esther says. “And so soon after we…” I focus on my breathing again for a moment. When I trust myself to speak again, I say, “He must have known her for a long time, to be ready to propose like this.” “Maybe…”

I softly smiled at them and closed the door. With Frederick assisting Uncle, I was left alone to wander around the house, and what better way to kill the time than to read books. So, my main target was finding the library. After a few dead-ends, I finally found what I was looking for. There's no surprise, the library was huge as well. I trailed my hands on the hard-bound books. Novels, grimoires, Shakespeare, Edgar Allan Poe, Emily Dickinson.

My name was Victory Carlson, and I was a college student. I had a pure, lovely, and youthful look, and an impressive 36E bust, and I easily attracted Damon Powell's attention the moment I appeared. Damon was my boyfriend. He'd always wanted to have sex with me, but I listened to advice from my stepdad, Charlie Kramer, that I was only truly considered an adult after I turned 21 years old. "It's going to be my 21st birthday in two days. I'll let you have your wish when that time comes," I told Damon while nestled in his arms in the grove of trees on campus.