Judith Krantz Novels Novels & Stories

Caitlin walked to it and held out her hands, relishing in its heat. Caitlin looked around, surveying the cozy room. It was dimly lit by candle sconces and bedecked with rugs and cozy, antique sitting chairs. What caught her eye most, though, were the bookcases: she saw at a glance that there was an abundance of riches in this small room. She was astonished. It was a treasure trove of ancient, rare volumes. She felt as if she’d stepped back in time, to a lost world. “I’m looking for a very rare volume,” Caitlin said. “I’m not even certain it exists. Vairo’s De Fascino Libri Tres. I am looking for the other half of a missing page.”

Theresa was old enough to have experience, but looked young enough to please Salem’s eyes—two key requirements for a housekeeper in his home. “Where is Salem now?” I asked. A good feeding would soothe my nerves. “He’s not at home, my lady. I couldn’t tell you.” Grumbling, I headed to Salem’s library. Perhaps he had a book I could entertain myself with. Once there, I found a book lying open on a desk. It was titled Mythic Bloodlines: Lost & Fabled Lilitu. Curious, I studied an illustration on the open page. It depicted a trio of strange-looking women, just like the ones Salem had been painting all this time. The accompanying text stated:

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Isn't joy a lot closer than we think? No matter how pleasant the perfume was, it was not enough for her. The Lumin'hair was going to give her the answer. It was just a few steps away from her heels. With a determined action, she pushed open the door of the rose-colored hairdressing salon. Judith enjoyed this feminine atmosphere. She imagined herself at the heart of her favorite novels. Portraits of modern women as wounded as her. She started to imagine Clélie appear, a quadra divorced searching for human warmth whose misadventures she read daily. She pictured the beauty of Clarisse, a thirty-something who led many lives. Judith wondered about writing her own story. She felt she had to give m

Untouchable. Judith had never believed in ghosts until Annie McBrown came back from the dead as Annie Yin. That evening, back in her walk-in closet, Judith sat on the plush velvet stool in front of her vanity, eyes locked on her reflection. The soft lighting from the crystal sconces cast a warm glow over the marble counters and mirrored walls, but it didn’t touch her. She had taken off her makeup, scrubbed away every layer of concealer, foundation, and highlighter, yet she hadn’t moved since. Her skin was bare, almost pallid in the low light. Her scarf—silk, white, embroidered with tiny golden leaves—still clung to her neck like a noose.

“Ms. Cogswell are you ok?” “Yesss, Yes. Judge but I’m confused… what I’m supposed to do?” Merida asked as she stumbled over her words. “Those last questions please ignore, though if you need a minute, please tell me now.” Judge Mathews says as he picks up his tissue box to hand to her. Merida shakes her head to him as she looks forward. I know she is looking to the King and just wish I could hear her thoughts like he can. But only Crysthalian’s have that connection with their offspring, and now a days it's becoming fewer as they lose that connection with their past.

The cliffside mansion rose like something out of a dark romance novel, all glass and stone overlooking the crashing waves. I arrived at exactly 11 PM, my heart hammering as I clutched my portfolio. My name is Nova Ellis — twenty-four, unpublished romance writer with a drawer full of very spicy manuscripts I’d never shown anyone. Damien Cross opened the door himself. At thirty-six, he was even more striking in person — tall, broad-shouldered, with sharp cheekbones, tousled dark hair, and piercing steel-gray eyes that seemed to strip me bare with one look.

After all what happened, I can say that I am still blessed because God gave me people who have an open hand. They help me throughout my journey. And now here I am, a license lawyer who's working with dignity, courage, and serving people with integrity. It's still raining outside when I reached the condominium so I don't have a choice but to run under the heavy rain. I couldn't wait longer inside my car. It's already late night and my bed is inviting me right now. Coffee is perfect in this kind of weather. "You forgot your umbrella again?" the old lady said after I closed the door of my condo unit.

He was in too much of a hurry down the stairs to get to Catrina as fast as he can. While on the other hand, Catrina who was wearing her fashionable and sexy clothes, was stopping right across the basketball court. She was standing in line at the cash register. "Catrina!" cried Jeremy from afar. Catrina was very beautiful, truly beautiful. Some of the men looked at Catrina's chest. Catrina's friends told her, that she bears a lot of resemblance to the woman, famous all over Velmont island named Judith Bettencourt, when it comes to beauty and talent. Judith belongs to the wealthiest clan in the whole island where Catrina lived. She had tiny lips, finespun eyelashes over her hazelnut shaped ey