Lady Gisela Novels & Stories

Only one woman in the Westwood estate gave orders like that. The garden house stood like a glass box in the heart of sculpted hedges and roses. Once her mother’s sanctuary, it had become Giselle’s throne room. Rain streaked down the glass walls like tears Amira refused to shed. Inside, Giselle waited, framed in the morning light, flawless as ever. White cashmere clung to her frame, her platinum hair curled over one shoulder, her lips painted blood-red. She sipped wine at nine in the morning as if it were water.

That hideous thing cackled, and I discovered that besides guts, she also ripped letters from words, murdering the language every time she opened her mouth. "Hey, Chocolate, show the mansion to Madam," Gisele ordered, and I realized she was the leader of that strange trio. This Chocolate was a large woman, tall and very overweight, with breasts so ample she must have felt horrible back pain. In contrast, her hips were so narrow she looked like a lollipop - the huge, chubby body stuck on two little sticks that were her legs.

I wasn't used to anyone making the ginger look tiny, but they'd managed to succeed with their superior height and heft. All except one. She was as tall as the rest of them, but she was made for matters of court more than a soldier's den. All lithe seductive grace and calculating hoarfrost eyes. A daughter any Luna would love to have called their own. I made eye contact with her the same moment Giselle spotted me, "And there she is now! Ayda, come here!" Giselle didn't wait for me to come to her; she grabbed my wrist with a steel grip and dragged me bodily across the slate floor. "Ayda, Princess Narcissa Onasis. Princess Onasis, our best hairdresser."

Yet Lydia stood in front of her, and her smile did not change. From her skirt, she pulled a crystal that pulsed with cold, strange light. "Do not waste what little strength you have left," Lydia said. "It will be over soon." The crystal glowed with a white, bright light. Giselle screamed as the light burned into her mind. The cold inside her was ripped away from her, and she felt as though her very being was being pulled apart. Her body gave out beneath her. She fell to her knees, and her breath came in shallow gasps.

I will turn Selene's karma back in her face. As if on que to my thoughts, Giselle was brought up next as the potential females I could choose as Luna. My lips quirked in a smirk, the moon goddess sure was pushing her luck by bringing Giselle back in front of me. "Giselle is a beautiful she-wolf from the western packs, she holds grace and enviable beauty. She has won pageants around the entire nation naming her a she-wolf whose beauty was epically carved by the moon goddess. She is kind and known to be compassionate, these are perfect qualities for a Luna. She..."

Papers fluttered to the floor in her wake, but Gisela didn’t seem to notice or care. “She’s a two-faced, manipulative bitch!” Gisela raged, slamming her handbag onto the nearest chair. Natalia DeMarque blinked, momentarily stunned by the outburst. Since marrying into the DeMaqrue family, Gisela became a picture of composure as her husband despised women who were too loud and quick to anger, but now she looked ready to tear someone apart with her bare hands. “Gisela, calm down. What’s going on?” Natalia DeMarque asked, leaning back in her chair and crossing her arms over her chest. She tried to keep her voice steady, but she couldn’t deny a hint of curiosity.

"Yes. I've heard of these people. They say magic rumours around these lands and not any ordinary person goes through here." "People hate what they fear. This land is owned by your late father and it's ran by a lady who goes by the name Maggot Cicero. Though she only met with your father and not with anyone else." "What are we to see around these lands then?" "Your welcome. My name is Janet " greeted a young lady who approached us anonymously. "The mistress is ready to have a word with you miss Lyle." She said having me worried to my feet for the fact that she knew who I was and named me out with my title.

asks Isabel “Did you look at Gisele and Karo? You've seen how wonderful they are? “ "Oh my goddess," says Lily. “They are so different. Karo is scary, she looks just like you when we met you 40 years ago. And Gisele… She is like an angel on this earth, kind and humble, she is the perfect match for that infatuation son of you, Frank. She put him with his muzzle on his feet. " and starts laughing. “Both of my girls are perfect” says Isabel “Yes, they are my girls. And now I will have another two girls in my house ”

Sara’s other health problems were also left in the past. Sara grew into a beautiful young woman, with long black hair, long legs, and a full figure. Just like her mother, she never failed to attract attention wherever she went. Can you guess what profession Sara chose? She was studying plastic surgery and was quite a successful student. But for now, let’s go back to Magdalena. Magdalena… A young woman full of life, energy, hope, and sexual desire. The same woman who had committed horrific crimes, who had arranged for her lover to kill her husband, then killed her lover herself, dumped their bodies into a ravine, and burned them both.

Her deep black hair and dark caramel skin made her look very exotic, though I couldn’t place where she might be from. “Thank you, what’s your name?” “My apologies, I am Venus, my Goddess” she said and bowed with her hand over her heart. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Venus”. The next woman through the door was just as intimidating as Elaine. Tall, large and with very serious dark eyes. “My Goddess, I am Cleo. I offer you my loyalty, my servitude, and my life when you require it” she said firmly, her voice was rough and held a wildness to it.