Lady Crystal Is A Man Novels & Stories

CRYSTAL My heart was thumping. It was slamming against its rib cages, threatening to be let out so it could sink into its deepest abyss of sadness and despair. I was still trying to grasp the events that just occurred. I can't believe Leonardo had chase beaten up and the brute actually called me his damn woman!? When did i become his woman? Wasn't I the same Crystal he embarrassed in his function and had me flogged because I refused to have dinner with him. So when the hell did i become his woman?

"Are you afraid, Crys? It turns out that's all you can do?" "You underestimate me?" Crystal's eyes narrowed, feeling disapproved of this man's words. She, Crystal Princessa Leonidas, had nothing she couldn't do. "Fine. Thanks for the new toy. I'll make sure, not only to find it, I'm going to bury its face under your feet." "I'll take your word for it," Quinn exclaimed excitedly with a wink, then stood up and left Crystal. Crystal was ready to stand when a maid placed her juice on the table. Then, Crystal's phone vibrated and Aiden's name appeared on the screen.

Insisted the woman she had called Violet. Little by little, Crystal's smile faded at the same time as Violet's did. "Is it true that you married Brandon Lambert, the man most sought after by women?” Crystal looked at her friend again. There was no point in continuing to think about it since they were as obvious as a secret to the world when it was the world that knew the most about her. "I got married," Crystal said simply. "I married the man most sought after by all women.”

Crystal noticed their rapid hand movements which went along with their voices that came out incoherent and angry. "... Adeline, stop this, okay!?" Cyrus's voice came out louder which caused the woman to flinch. Crystal furrowed her eyebrows when she remembered it was the woman he had been talking about to his friend. When the woman turned around, Crystal closed the door slightly, leaving a small space for her to peek. She eyed the curvy body of the petite woman, taking in how the short dress she wore hugged her small frame to her lucious brown wavy hair to her plump rosey lips. Her eyebrows were perfectly arched as well as her perfectly pointed nose. Crystal was envious of how beautiful she

“Hope I’m not interrupting a spa day.” Crystal was already leaning on the balcony rail, one leg crossed over the other, towel secured and sunglasses now perched perfectly atop her head. Kayne’s gaze found her instantly. “Well, damn,” he muttered under his breath. “You planning to kill a man with that swimsuit or just ruin his evening?” Crystal rolled her eyes. “Maybe both. Depends on the man.” He chuckled and looked at me. “And you—always the picture of villainous elegance.” I smirked. “Better to be feared than forgotten.”

Ever since she had gotten pregnant, she was like an angry bull ready to charge at anybody. “I am so sorry Luna,” the maid bowed again. “I am here to clean the room.” “Who allowed you in here dressing like a whore,” Crystal barked. It was the same thing the other maids wore except for the body of this one which made her stand out. “Get out this instant,” she ordered and the maid scurried out like a squirrel. It was when the door closed behind her that my attention returned to the letter in my hand. While Crystal had been muttering some nagging about the immodest maid, I read through the letter. My face twitched into a deep frown.

“I mean don’t make me look like the kind of man who can’t protect his woman.” I gave a short laugh, humorless. “His woman?” He didn’t flinch. Just dropped his hand and turned me to face him. “The world’s looking for an excuse to stab us in the back, Krystal. And you...” his eyes locked onto mine, making my chest feel tight, “....you’re the best excuse they’ll ever get.” “Then maybe the problem isn’t me,” I whispered. “Maybe it’s the fact that you’ve made too many enemies.”

She smiled, "Come on Crystal. You have such a lovely son. I don't care about the job. I really like him." Lyra took William away and I was able to quickly prepare coffee for my customers that arrived.

He came up to us and asked, "Crystal Conley, why aren't you back yet at this hour?" The woman named Crystal lowered her head and replied weakly, "Harold, I accidentally drank too much at the bar. I wasn't messing around. I'll go back with you now." I looked up. This "Harold", Crystal's supposed sugar daddy, turned out to be my boss! It was a small world, indeed. To think I'd run into him here of all places. Harold spotted me too. "Leroy? What are you doing here?" he asked with confusion.

More contained. The girl who had followed her father into Silver Ridge six years ago felt like someone she’d read about in a story rather than someone she used to be. “Morning,” called Lila, the night clerk, emerging from the back office with a tired smile. Her dark curls were pulled into a messy bun, and faint shadows lingered beneath her eyes. “Morning,” Regina replied, returning the smile as she reached for the logbook. “Quiet night?” “Dead quiet,” Lila said, stretching her arms overhead. “Just the way we like it.”