Lady Gisela Novels & Stories

He was lounging against the wood, impeccably groomed, his wealth and entitlement a palpable aura. And then there was Giselle. Tall, willowy, with a cascade of auburn hair and a smile that didn’t reach her cool, green eyes. She was the only other female member, a permanent fixture, it was said. She looked Eloise up and down, a slow, assessing sweep. “Fresh meat,” Giselle purred, tracing a nail along her own collarbone. “Silas has such good taste. Don’t worry, darling. We’ll break you in gently.” Her tone promised the opposite.

She felt relieved when she closed the doors and went back to her seat. Like any other assassin, she had done her research. She was iconic in the fashion industry and had her own fashion line and was an investor in many popular cloth and shoe brands. She was rich, famous and was head over heels for Levi Wushi. However, even though she had everything she could ever want, she couldn't get any love or affection from Mr. Wushi.

I was still Adrian's betrothed His father still won't be able to cut the deal off. I sat facing my dressing mirror and was putting on my earrings when someone with dark sunglasses walked in elegantly. I would have thought it to be a Maid but she didn't look like one I turned immediately Me: who are you? Lady: someone who's willing to work with you Me: work with me in what? Lady: getting Blue to stay away from Adrian cause they are presently together My eyes widened and I stood up Me: what? How? Lady: she saved him and they have been together in her house for a week now

The burning desire inside me was absolutely eating me alive. So many beautiful women had walked past me, yet not one was mine. What made other men so special that they could land women like that? Life just sucked for me. Just then, a young couple stumbled out of the bar, arguing loudly. I glanced at the woman, and that fire inside me was instantly reignited. Even on a cold day like this, she wore black thigh-high stockings over her long, slim legs, paired with a super short skirt that barely covered her butt. The sight made my desire surge. Her two large globes, in particular, bounced with every step she took.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

Tall, dark red stilettos. She’s wearing a sating dress that clings onto her body perfectly, complemented by the dazzling jewelry around her neck and wrists. Her hair, her smile, her eyes, she looks incredible. I soon realise that she is not the woman I met last night. Something has changed, and her aura has shifted into something dangerous. Tristan’s body is still turned to me, but his eyes are fixed on Bella, with his lips slightly parted in awe. Her scent fills the room. “Miss Ward, please have a seat.”

He proposes, and I decline. "Let them be for the time being; Camilla is slowly digging her own grave in a swift." Do you happen to know who she is? I inquired of the asshole kneeling in front of me. "She was the girl Pablo picked up from the Gala night," he explained. "Is it a gala night?" I inquired once more. "Yes, boss," he said, and I nodded in agreement. "Go take care of your wound and get the bullet removed; I'm sure you were released to provide us with information."

isabella thought. "I need to do something fast before i lose myself" Isabella Mumbled She pick her phone, slide the latest Android she's using (Isabella is a sophisticated woman,she loved using latest model things ) She Dial a contact on her phone Drrr""""""Drr"""""""" The phone rings and the receiver pick the call "Let meet at the usual place,i have a Better proposal for for you" "Alright" the receiver said She Change the top she is putting on to something else

They arrived at the private clinic on the shores of Lake Guinevere, where the top-floor suite overlooked a breathtaking view of the lake and mountains. Kate quickly fell asleep under the midwife's soothing care. After Ryan walked out onto the terrace and lit a cigar, he pulled out a satellite phone and dialed the number he knew by heart. However, no one answered even after his third attempt. Irritated, Ryan yanked off his tie and instead dialed the direct line to Hurst Villa. A few seconds later, Jason's calm voice came through. "Mr. Hurst." "Where's Helen?" Ryan's tone was tense. "Why isn't she answering?"

PRINCESS DACIANA The laces of my corset tightened further, squeezing the very breath from my lungs. I felt the rigid bones press into my ribs, forcing my spine to straighten. My chin lifted as if pulled by an invisible thread. The maids moved with swift precision around me, their deft fingers tugging, smoothing, and adjusting every fabric fold of my gown. The scent of lavender clung to the air, heavy from the sachets they had tucked into the crevices of my wardrobe.