Ganny Novels & Stories

"Bonjour, you must be Miss Daniels. I have to say, you're a bit late, ma chérie." "You don't have to keep apologizing! It's okay, I know you're just getting acquainted with everything and it can be a lot, especially for someone with minimal knowledge of the city." Nancy reassured, her soft french accent leaving me feeling a little more at ease. Nancy Moreau was the assistant to the head director here at Musée de l'Érotisme. She was the one that emailed me about my acceptance for the internship. Standing in front of me was a put-together woman. She was tall, fit, her complexion was spotless, as well as being gifted with a symmetrical face, her hair perfectly placed in loose curls, and she sme

As soon as I meet his eyes and focus, I suddenly feel like I know him from somewhere. “Melissa!” Yolanda suddenly says, her voice a low hiss at me. “That’s the president of the GA, Mr. Zane Allard!” That catches me by surprise. GA is a corporation and a conglomerate. International, at that. They specialize in anything luxury, from wines to perfume to restaurants, but especially fashion. That’s how they started. Almost all luxury fashion houses are owned by them. I just don’t know if The Vault is one of their companies.

I had good aim so I could see that working out. It was dark and there was a distinct chill in the air that had goosebumps littering the exposed flesh of my arms. I wore a spaghetti strap body con dress that ended mid-thigh and strappy, gladiator-style heels. The look on Gunnar's face when I walked out of the front door was engraved in my head. There was a mixture of emotion lingering behind his eyes. They ranged from pissed off to carnal lust.

******** My eyes were locked on my own reflection in the mirror. I was dressed in a white button-up shirt that was perfectly tucked into a black sleek knee-length skirt, black Manolo Blahnik heels, and a Baguette shoulder bag. My hair was pulled back into a bun, and I wore a necklace engraved with the first letter of my name. I felt a little awkward because I have never been a big fan of business wear. "I will drop the boys off at Sharon's," I told Granny before leaving the house. “Alright Gwen. Goodluck today”

Panni’s hands shook as she slowly reached for the closet door. Her nails scraped the wood. She took a breath. And pulled. Inside— Not clothes. Not shoes. But a single item. A gown. Annie’s favorite white dress. Stained at the hem. With something that looked disturbingly like— Red. A note was pinned to the sleeve. “Sisters share everything, don’t they?” Panni dropped the dress, choking on her breath. A noise behind her— She turned— Just as Jinyan reached the doorway. His eyes widened when he saw the terror etched across her face.

Batt I sit at the bar in The Gentlemen’s Club, glass of Jameson Whiskey in my hand as I watch her dance. Amora, she’s beyond beautiful, but in an old Hollywood glamour kind of way, not this baby doll, little girl looks from today. She has strong features, beautiful almond shaped green eyes, high pronounced cheek bones. Her skin was the most beautiful caramel color I had ever seen. I have imagined many times how soft she must feel. She must taste like vanilla, or strawberries. I close my eyes as my mouth waters at the thought. I open my eyes as I hear the music change, and she starts to sway a bit more as her hands roam her body like a lovers would. She was slowly making her way to her breast

Of course, he also knows that a skirt can't stand the life-saving grace, and he can pay some back. So he went to the clerk and said, "I will buy the dress that lady tried on just now, swipe the card." Just when he was about to swipe his card, Mrs. Alphia Grey came back with a box in her hands that belonged to the GAIN brand. Gain brand is considered a high-end luxury product, but it is relatively small and cannot be controlled by just casual people. Therefore, not many people buy it, but people who pay more attention to the brand know it.

“So,did you have it?” “I have, and God, do I hope that this solves our case once and for all.” Tacky held the door open and Catherine stepped in. She, once again, observed her surroundings and admired how nerdy Tacky is with his outrageous amount of devices around, most of which she doesn’t know the name for. She often wondered how Tacky had possessed these gadgets thinking that some of the electronics present might need some sort of a license in order to buy.

She closed it back. Sumico opened again the second drawer. There were quite several usual stuff belonging to a young beautiful girl: several combs, several cosmetics, several stationery sets produced by Huangwira Enterprise, and also several mirrors, lipsticks, and contact lenses. “As far as I remember, Hanny’s eyes are alright and healthy. They don’t get any myopia or hypermetropia. So, why does she have to wear contact lenses?” mumbled Sumico to herself, slightly frowning her forehead.

His lose jeans and thin jacket raise my eyebrows, not ideal for this towns weather, "Your not from here?" His blue eyes seem to sparkle, "No I just moved from LA. Didn't realise it would be this cold." "Right, well welcome," I say, turning away. Keen to get back to the pack. Back to Will. "I didn't catch your name," he says after me, grabbing my elbow. I turn to look at him, raises my eyebrows at his hand. He lets me go immediately, offering me a soft smile . "I'm Bec." He sticks the same hand out, "Nice to meet you. I'm Hayden."