Ingrid Galatea Novels & Stories

"A fu—" "I'm done with this conversation." Galene released her crumpled napkin. "Time for a walk." Stralath still spoke with the three women, and Galene focused on her career, pausing to chat with influencers in the art field as the lawns filled with crowds. Some were welcoming; others snubbed her efforts. Galene wound around the celebrity cliques drawing closer to the pool to avoid tipsy guests. Her heart rate picked up as she eyed the water. Stralath drew closer, his lips drew upward, and she returned his smile. And then her world slowed.

Matteo observed her for a moment; he couldn't help but survey her from head to toe. She looked angelic, ethereal, more beautiful than ever. Her parted lips invited him to taste them. He couldn't resist; he leaned in and sucked on her lower lip like a thirsty man, his tongue tracing the edge of her mouth. Again, he whispered in a hoarse voice, "My sweet Galata!" He introduced his wet, warm, and eager tongue into her oral cavity, meeting hers, which timidly moved. Together, they danced an erotic dance to the rhythm set by the desire raging within him, with the overwhelming fury and force of a volcano.

She had not noticed anyone approaching because she had been so engrossed in the rhythm of the waves crashing onto the shore. Her breath caught when she looked up. The brunette. Selene gestured to the padded chair next to her and said, "Please sit." She had not intended to speak to anyone tonight, particularly not her, but it would have been impolite to decline. In addition, the woman seemed unusually friendly tonight. "Do you want some?" Selene poured herself a glass of whiskey and offered it to her companion. Without hesitation, the woman accepted it and drank the liquid like water. "My name is Ingrid, by the way." She said in a light voice with a sharp edge, "Just in case Duke forgot to me

Now, however, not only had I left completely, but I also had erased every trace of my existence. At that moment, Ingrid descended the staircase wearing the shortened Stargazer gown. The pink diamond necklace hung around her neck as she called out to him in a cloying and coquettish voice.

Lianna: The coolness of the balm seeped into my skin, dulling the persistent ache in my knee. Ingrid’s fingers worked in slow, circular motions, as she massaged. The minty scent of menthol filled the air, mixing with the faint fragrance of chamomile from the tea she had made earlier. It was almost comforting. “You know,” Ingrid muttered, her voice tight with irritation, “Edward has actually gone too far this time.”

Ronan’s POV My mother’s gaze snapped towards Ingrid’s face. Ingrid’s eyes were half-open, unfocused, her breath shallow. For the first time, Ingrid looked small. And I hated that my mind still found room to think: This is the woman who wanted to purge my mate. Now she lay half-dead, leg gone, because she had underestimated the world beyond her politics.

If this mask is taken off, even if it is now recognized that the national goddess who is out of the circle by her appearance, I am afraid that she will have to stand aside! Ingrid Zorion didn't know the depression in the makeup artist's heart, she listened to the discussion of everyone in the team, and hooked her lips with some pride. This piece of jade is what she likes, no one wants to rob her! "Lady Sasha, what you want has arrived." At this moment, the assistant in Ingrid Zorion's team walked in from outside with two food boxes. "Give it to me." Ingrid Zorion immediately took the food box from the assistant's hand and walked in the direction of Edward.

He is known for that reputation. On the other hand, Athena didn’t know how to feel about the man slurping her like a tub of vanilla ice cream. Why wouldn’t he? To him, she is sweeter than that. Her mind was mush, she couldn’t hold her legs still, she tried going back up and, as a response, he plunged her tongue into her vagina, making her arch her back and thrust her hips into the air, his snake-like tongue was making movements in her canal, artistically, precisely and beautifully.

Lance looked back at Ingrid, "Alright then, make it happen. Inez will be your personal maid. Dismiss all the other maids." I felt the anger build up inside of me as I watched Ingrid lie to Alpha Lance with a smile on her face. My mouth opened to speak, to tell him the truth, but before I could utter a single word, Ingrid pushed me back, hard. I stumbled and almost fell, but she held onto my arm tightly, digging her nails into my skin.

“Hey.” I jump and whirl, but before I even see her, the smell of violets and ink settles my nerves. Ingrid stands before me, resplendent in an indigo gown that bares her powerful shoulders and draping into long capes at the elbows. Her hair is held back from her face with a pair of jeweled combs that almost look dull beside her golden locks, and her face glows with the light of the party. “I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised you spotted me.”