Ladies Book Novels & Stories

Cela remains disappointed. "C'mon. It's not like they bought everything. They just thought of giving the books as Christmas presents apart from the corporate giveaways. You must know that your mother enjoyed your first book so much. Too bad that she passed before the second one is out," Nanny Rita continued. "You've always been loyal to her," Cela said.

Luna Martha informed me, handing me a stack of paper which I put on my lap. The title read 'Rules for Dinners’ and it was one of the many books which she had given me to read and study. This book was twenty pages long and it had a load of words and images which told me what to wear, how to act and so forth. I really felt bad for the trees that this book came out of.

Windsor appeared at seven, as she did every morning. "Will you be needing anything else, ma'am?" "No. Thank you, Mrs. Windsor." Elara finished her coffee and decided that today, she would read a book. Not a journal, not a warning from a dead woman. A real book. Something trashy and romantic and completely detached from her own life. “I deserve one day of peace at least.” --- The library was smaller than the one she'd met Alexander in. That one had been all dark wood and fireplaces and conversations about cover stories. This one was softer. The windows faced the gardens, and the morning light was golden and warm and poured across the reading chairs like honey.

A girl asked behind Imogen. "I was just looking around" She answered. "Alright, take your time, miss" The girl smiled and left. Imogen wandered around the bookstore, looking at every shelf for a book to read until her eyes found one. "Longing For A Woman" She called out and reached for it, but a voice stopped her and took it before she could. "Longing For A Woman, written by Emma stones, is a story that tells the tale of two women falling in love and parting," A man said while Imogen moves back, a bit uncomfortable.

Before I went to my seat, I met with our wonderful customer, Salvador Epiphora, and we talked for a while. I noticed a lady walking in, her face flushed and her eyes averted. She had a twine-thin sculpted figure. Her waist is curvilinear, and her skin is burnished. Sweeping eyelashes were framed by arched brows. Her pouting lips look seductive in that red lipstick, which was far too sexy for my libido. As she walks flawless, the colour of her eyes entices me irresistibly. It was a pleasure to see her flowing in her mercury red hair, which cascaded over her shoulders beautifully. She was dressed in vibrant clothes that appeared to be custom-made for her.

Noble after noble walked towards the area where the maid was and somehow formed a disheveled oval as a group. Crystal was already finished two minutes earlier, in her hand were exactly three books which was at least 300 pages thick per bind. The maid inspected the books which some of the nobles were carrying, distaste was all she could show in her expression as her eyes darted from noble to noble. What bothered her is the fact that most of the girls carried books whose quantity was more than the average suggested by her instructions a while ago. A young maiden carried seven, very thick binds of books that seemed to be really heavy.

Katheryn and Acheros had arrived at the mansion. From the moment they got in the car until they were in front of the main door, Katheryn kept her cynical face on. But her cynical face looked even more sinister when she heard what the butler said, "Sir, Miss Nicolette has come here and is waiting for you now in the living room." Acheros nodded his head. He turned his head back to look at Kath, but the woman quickly walked past him. Seeing that, Acheros could only take a deep breath.

She suddenly remembered the look in Robert’s eyes when he was drunk that night, it was the eyes of a man looking at a woman, but that didn't seem to be a good thing for Laura. In the bedroom with only one nightlight left, Laura sat on the bed and looked at the book Dylan gave her, the story of the gradual maturation of British women, winning love while also having merit. their own business. It was late at night when she finished reading, closed the book, and looked at the orange cover, like the warm winter sunshine that warms people's hearts in the cold, silently feeling someone's strength.

It was that simple. "You are not convinced that we know your enemies are you? Well, we have no idea who your enemies are and since this book Itself is highly sought after, we will not have it graze the hands of others. Especially not ones who have no good intentions with it. This is our prize." I said, my finger splayed on the book. The ladies looked at each other and laughed. "Such pretty reasons, you give. Still, I will not have you leave this place with that… now hand the book over or be ready for trouble! "

she asked, holding up her complimentary copy. “How could I? Only just got it.” “Previously,” she said with a touch of exasperation. “No, I haven’t. I heard it was a dirty book,” I said and took a swig of my champagne. The woman’s thin lips thinned even more. “It is most certainly not. It is the greatest work of literature of the last or perhaps of any other century.”