La Vida Gentlemen's Novels & Stories

Callum glanced back to the big hall. People were dancing, perfectly moving in circlers "I have a problem steering away from the furniture, I thought you've noticed by now. And I'm afraid I'm already dizzy enough." He smiled at his glass. Oliver moved closer and said "And the hair?" "Oh, my previous longer hair destroys the shape of the physiognomy and it's vulgar, my dear valet." "If I knew what that means, I'd agree with you. " Callum snorted. He was resting one of his hands on the rail and Oliver put his hand next to his. White gloves were a compulsory part of the gentleman's wear for a ball, but Oliver's was bare. He wasn't a gentleman, after all.

On my birthday, my acceptance letter from Mar University finally arrived. Mom even did something completely out of character: she ordered my favorite strawberry cake. For a moment, I thought my parents had finally remembered that today wasn’t just the day for my brother’s medical checkup—it was my birthday, too. However, right after I blew out the candles, Mom pulled out my brother’s acceptance letter from a local community college. “Mason, your brother didn’t do well in his SATs, so he’ll only be able to get into a community college,” she said. “His health is poor, and he can’t handle the stress of retaking the SATs.” Dad cleared his throat, assuming his usual stance as the head of t

Our two dishwasher and two server arrived short after so our business starts. Students , blue-collar and some white-collar neighbors are our main costumer so our restaurant can earn a money enough for our needs and wants. "Big sisters here is your order!" I said while handing the tray to the two regular costumers. This is the kind of life I want in the past. Simple yet happy life. Because in the Palace, you must be cautious and vigilant everytime as it could lead to your death if you aren't careful enough. "Ohh! Xiu Lan is so cute!"

Maybe this encounter was just passing by. Anna's heart skipped half a beat as soon as she saw the money and the note under the bedside lamp. "Try to live because this life is worth it." A few simple words made Anna's eyes turn red, she clutched her chest, pouring out all the pent-up emotions with tears streaming down her face. She cried out in pain, tears pouring down, feeling that life had been so unfair to her, too many pains accumulated, and a precious stranger had come to comfort her, saving her wounded soul. She tightly held the money in her hand, crying out in despair.

He, Drew, and four other guys had been friends since the first project that had made them their money and repu-tations; someone was always available to catch a game or a bite with. Angel made a grab for the ball before it hit the ground, but she missed and ended up sprawled on the lawn. He wouldn’t mind catching a few nibbles of her leg. “What about golf this weekend? Are we still on?” “I’m going to have to get back to you.” Angel climbed to her feet and smoothed her pants over her ass. “It’s a woman.” She certainly was. “I’ll call you, Drew.” “Uh huh. Good luck with that.”

he ordered. A hush settled over the ballroom. Everyone was waiting for the show to unfold. I looked at the tea, then at Sofia's smug smile. I didn't take it. Instead, I looked up at the crowd, then shifted my gaze to the doors. Just then, the massive doors creaked open, and an elderly woman appeared in a wheelchair, wheeled forward by the household staff. Her face was gaunt, yet her authority remained undiminished. She was Donna Valeria Alberto, the true ruler of the Rossi famiglia. She had been abroad recuperating, and everyone had assumed she was on her deathbed. Even Luca hadn't expected her sudden return.

"I've been forced into a dead end. I had to sell the last thing that Mom left for me while my own boyfriend flirts with another woman! Do I not have the right to question you? "From your perspective, Rachel is a pure and elegant fairy while I'm just a crazy bitch who only knows how to cause trouble for you, am I right?" "You're being irrational!" Julian exclaimed indignantly. Just then, the auctioneer began to call out prices for "Dawn Light" on the stage. "300,000 dollars going once… 300,000 dollars going twice… Are any of our esteemed guests interested in bidding for this necklace? If there's no one—" "350,000 dollars!" a voice suddenly called out.

My voice was so calm it sounded unfamiliar even to me. "Adrian, to keep her in the light, you're going to bury me in hell forever. Is that it?" He didn't answer. He only glanced once at the white bandage around my wrist, then turned to the bodyguards. "Keep her here. No phone. No visitors." The lock clicked behind him. The sound echoed through the empty stage. A few minutes later, the giant screens in Times Square suddenly cut away from their luxury ads. A grainy, high-impact video appeared.

"And who's this woman holding on to you? What's going on between you two?" Henry shrugged off Joanna's hand, looking flustered. "That's none of your business! So, you want a divorce, Sabrina? Fine by me! But remember, you're not the one dumping me. I, Henry Carver, am the one who's done with you!" Then, he shot Julian a scornful look. "What do you even see in her? She's nothing but something I've thrown away, yet you're treating her like she's gold." "You really know how to work your charm, don't you, Sabrina? You're a cripple, but somehow you still manage to get a guy to fall for you. Not everyone can do that," Joanna mocked.

Alexander said, and I was confused. "Does gentleness mean different things for different people?” I asked Alexander. "Yes it does master.” Alexander said and took a deep breath. "Do I need to nudge you before you explain?” I snapped at him, irritated that he was making me wait for him to provide me information on what my next step towards trying to get Ariel to love me in this lifetime should be.