La Dama Tapada Novels & Stories

Ellen’s voice was maternal. Ada didn’t say anything. She slowly and silently moved along her cousin. Turning one last time she saw Damien standing there naked, eyes unwavering, face made out of marble, watching her walk away. Arsen had started moving towards them, Ellen’s pull to him inescapable. She cautiously moved her eyes to Tata. The old woman simply stood there. Her spine didn’t seem as straight as it had been Ada’s entire childhood. No tears were flowing down her cheeks, no muscles were scrunched up in pain.

Tama straightened up slowly “Ah!, yes, better, much better... granny , do you think if I eat the stuff potatoes and the winter rolls, my bug would die?,” Who could scare and deny such an adorable, cute little enchanting face of a baby “Umm!!, I think it should work in healing your tummy,” Damika pretended to think hard about her suggestion as she walked to her, then she grabbed Tama and tickled her mad “You naughty little brat , you think granny was born yesterday and you kids can fool her,” “Ahhhahahahahahaha, Granny stop, hahahahahaha, ple..please stop,” she tried hard to control laughing as she was sensitive to tickles..

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Isabella Gambino entered the dining room with her head held high, escorted by a guard. The moment Natasha Bratva saw her, she halted the conversation she was having with Serena Lowe, turning her gaze to her. “God grant me patience please,” she muttered under her breath, already overly irritated. Andrei got up, and dragged out the chair between himself, and Hedeon for her to sit. “Thank you,” she said with a smile, taking her seat. Hedeon felt her beside him, and his heart rocked a little.

Clair walked around serving what was there to eat and instructing the servants to bring more wine. “I want today to be perfect, Dama. It has to, for only then will we have the opportunity to advance.” Dama couldn't agree more. She was pleased with the progress of her mistress, but deep down, she felt something. She wanted something of her own and not to serve her entire life. Like Flour, she has dreams of her own; she can't deny how wonderful it will feel to feel the glimmer of love and embrace of her mate, but with Clair, she doubts that will ever be a reality.

She laid on the bed immediately, spreading her hands and legs wide. Tabrett laughed, going to sit beside Faricenda. "Get up now or I will pull your hair." Faricenda didn't even answer her, she placed her hair in Tabrett's hands instead and Tabrett couldn't believe her eyes. "Get up now....or I will pull your hair." Dama entered and Faricenda jumped up immediately. Luna Howell laughed surprisingly, did she just listen to Dama? "Dama is the only one that can prompt Faricenda to do something." Tabrett answered her mother's looming question. "Dama!!!" Faricenda screamed, running into Dama's hands.

Every muscle unknots under the mixture of herbs in the bath, seeping into my bones. She had hardly washed herself when sleep took over. Humming into the space she called her body. In the bedroom, Ma’oz heard Journee’s breathing come to a regular pace as her heart thumped steadily. He had placed a soothing spell in the air to keep her calm. Tomorrow, we visit the grave of Eden Tapachula’s human wife. La Dame Eden Tapachula was of French descent. Ma’oz’s thoughts ran to the sound of his father’s voice. Remembering an old bedtime story he was told almost every night.

I had 7 of them that I asked. “let the party begin” Matias yelled and the music was turned up. I walked down to the snack bar to get some snacks when I felt someone approach me. It was a girl not so older than I was, she had beautiful blonde hair and the most charming blue eyes. She smiled at me and proceeded to put a cupcake on her plate, I didn’t even know who the hell she was and she looked very creepy. “hi, you must be Camila, I’m Danielle but everyone calls me Danie” she introduced pushing her hand out for me to shake. I shook it.

Laura stepped out from the shadows beside Damian,her face calm, unreadable, though her eyes flickered like twin shards of storm light. “Desa” she said quietly. At once, the red haired maid bowed deeply, her hair lowering until her hair curtained her face. “Forgive me, my lady. Alpha.” She murmured. “I apologize for the disturbance.” Damian’s gaze shifted from her to the crumpled form of Keven. His voice, when it came, was cool but edged with authority.

Ada Wong, the renowned freelance spy, found herself in a precarious position. After infiltrating Castle Dimitrescu in the heart of the Eastern European mountains, she was captured by the enigmatic and alluring Alcina Dimitrescu. The mistress of the castle had a sinister plan for Ada and the other captive, a young woman named Evelyn. Alcina, with her striking beauty and an air of authority, stood before the bound women. "Welcome to my castle, my dears. You will serve a vital purpose here." Her voice was smooth like silk, yet laced with an underlying menace.