Head Mistress Lexi Mga Nobela at Kwento

Doll could feel its deadly edge even though he was safe from its effects. "Are you afraid, ol' Tricksy? You should be. I know who you are, inside and out. Not only will I tear you apart before you take one step closer to Hades's Doll. Well... Hades and Spitfire and Guru's Doll." Lexi seemed to pause and have to collect his words. "I know what you did to my former Master. I watched him fade as you left him for dead. For that alone, I will gladly end you."

She knows how to behave, she always said the right things, wore the right dresses, played her role perfectly and she would never argue with me about anything in public. Despite her fiery and obsessive nature behind closed doors, I know how to handle her and we have our agreement. “You know…you did not have to fire that hostess,” Lexi says all of a sudden. I snort in amusement, ignoring the puzzled look she throws my way. It figures that the first thing out of her mouth the moment she decides to speak is to counter my actions. At least she had the decency to wait till we were in private. Lexi POV

Lexi sighed waving her hand dismissively at him, "I hope I'm not gonna be expected to pick up all of Miss Horny's workload anyway. I have enough shit to deal with, without hers added on top. Do you have any idea how difficult it's been to put together a comprehensive program revolving around Daemons that I can actually lecture on in a way that people will understand?" Allen's eyes slid across to where her father sat quietly and their gaze met for the briefest of seconds, but it was enough time for Lord Brarthroroz to read the unspoken cry for help and shrug unhelpfully in response. 'You're so damn incompetent. You should already know what's wrong with her instinctively. We were made for each

I ordered, barely keeping my anger in check. Ellis, my head of security, fumbled with the controls, eager to prove himself after his obvious failure. As the footage played, I watched the ballroom, the guests, and then—there was Lexi, standing on the balcony, alone. But her posture… she was tense, not her usual self-assured, haughty self. She looked… rattled. A woman in a dark red suit joined her. I leaned forward, narrowing my eyes. Who the hell was she?

Lizi was Lexy's special nickname for Alice. Lexy, a 25-year-old man standing at 174 cm tall, with a tan complexion, an athletic body, and always smelling good, deserved the title of a metrosexual man. He embraced the hedonistic lifestyle of the metropolitan city. Due to the slight age difference, Lexy and Alice became close, like siblings. Lexy had been Alice's personal assistant for the past six months. Before being appointed as Alice's personal assistant, Lexy used to be a regular hairstylist for Alice. Feeling a good fit, Alice appointed Lexy as her personal assistant to replace Manda, her former personal assistant who resigned due to her troublesome pregnancy.

she seems to be contemplating if she should tell me what's going on. "Sir, I noticed Miss Harrison rushing to the ladies room and feeling like something is wrong, I followed her and found her vomiting. She requested I help her bring her bag and phone so she can call her friends" I knew something was wrong when her countenance changed. Lexi seems very efficient and she gets along well with Lia. She picks up Lia's bag and phone, exiting the office in a hurry. I contemplate checking on Lia but my pride won't let me. I brush everything off and continue my work.

Then, I push. When I got in, the air was thick with the smell of sweat and urine. And in the centre of the room, tied to a chair, is Lexi. She looked helpless, her head bowed, strands of hair falling over her face. She looks exhausted and beaten down, her wrists bound tightly to the chair’s arms. But when she lifts her head and sees me— Her face lit up with excitement. I began to untie the knots. “We need to leave. Now.” She nods her head in disagreement. “No, we can't; we have lost Lorenzo. The game is over,” she whispered.

Tall and thin almost to the point of emaciation, with her coal-black hair and vivid red lipstick, she looked as if she had stepped out of a retro canvas. She took both of Lexie's hands in hers. "I'm so glad to see you, my dear. The Committee was very pleased you chose to enter this year's competition. And your entry is just, well, incredible." "Thank you so much." Lexie pulled out her polite smile. She was sure the woman was just making sure there were no lingering hard feelings or that there wouldn't be a fuss to deal with. She wanted to tell her she was far too professional for that. Besides, she wanted the vindication more than a confrontation.

Well that was the case for Alexis and the girl, just that their parting was just a day ago. Alexis waved to the girls and she head to Madam Lydia office, Madam Lydia was the CEO of the restaurant, and she was also one of Alexis patient, when she was in the office, even Madam Lydia was so glad to see Alexis in her office, even though it was just a day, it felt like years to Madam Lydia.

Melissa what are you doing in there, I heard the princess Luciana calling out to me and I immediately swam out of the room. "Am sorry my princess I'm just arranging the room" I said to her and she rolled her eyes sitting down and ordering me to fix her hair. My name is Melissa and I'm a blued tail mermaid slave. I work in the palace as the princess Luciana's maid. I was taken in as a palace slave when my mother committed a crime. She fell in love with a human and got pregnant for the human an act which is a crime in Atlantica.