Lady Gisela Novels & Stories

They were staring at each other like that was their first meeting. "What's…" "Mate?" Gisele was the first to speak. Both Reign and Alpha Kai exchanged confused glances and that's when it hit Reign that that day was Sunday, Gisele's birthday. She had turned eighteen that day and she could now detect her mate and her mate could now detect her as well. "The Moon goddess indeed answers prayers," Baldwin whispered as he took long strides over to Gisele and everyone in the living room gasped in surprise when he captured her lips in a hit, passionate kiss.

"More specifically, my mistress." What was that? Everyone was stupefied. Dunley's eyeballs nearly popped out of their sockets. Cassian was even more shameless than he was! He couldn't believe Cassian even thought about making Isolde his mistress. Was he out of his mind? Did he know who Isolde was? She was the leader of the Lunaria Order, Daneast's most revered goddess, and a prodigy in the sword arts. Why would she be his mistress?

Her mind goes back to remembering who Calysta is and how they got to know each other. Well... more precisely, Giselle doesn't want to know too much, but the woman always comes like a ghost. Disturbing her peace and often whispering a threat that makes Giselle quite worried. But over time, what Calysta said seemed to be just words. There was never any negative publicity about Giselle's past surfacing. "I didn't expect to meet you here, Giselle." At that moment, Giselle had just finished washing her hands. The banquet she attended after achieving great success from her event three months ago had kept her busy with many invitations and some enjoyable work.

She grilled, “Lies! You’re lying, right?” Caught off guard, Theo looked at Giselle in a fluster, his eyes betrayed his fear. “Giselle, w-why are you back?” Theo’s attitude said it all. Tears rolled down Giselle’s cheeks. Releasing her grip, Giselle staggered back in disbelief and pain. As it turned out, the body in the warehouse did belong to Lucy, and Giselle had tossed away the ashes of Dean’s mother. W-What the hell had she done?

"Oh no, I didn't mean to judge you, I'm sorry!" "Relax, I get it," she said with a gentle smile, her voice soothing as she sat in a chair and pointed at the sofa opposite her, inviting me to take a seat and talk to her. "It's normal, priestesses are supposed to have this pure image and blah blah blah," she said, her tone laced with a hint of amusement as she wriggled her wrists, the movement drawing attention to the intricate tattoos that adorned her arms.

I whispered, standing firmly on my feet. “Because she is the goddess of Chaos, this is Eris,” Stefan growled, removing his grip from her throat, not breaking the gaze. “Wait— so are you tell me, the stories our mother told us, are true?” Damon uttered. “I think it's more than that,” Stefan muttered, still staring into the goddess's eyes, “I think they knew each other,” “Yes I did, and I knew Lilith II, I also knew the first and it's an honor to meet the third,” she smiled, staring at me.

I hadn’t heard someone compliment me in such a way in a very long while and to say it was coming from a girl it’s crazy! I smiled at her all through the process. Once she was done a lady walked in, I saw the makeup artist press a button and the lady walked in. “Okay come with me!.” She said and I got off the chair and walked with her. We walked into another room where there were up to a thousand dresses and numerous outfits and shoes. “Hi, I am Tatita!.” The pretty lady introduced herself. ‘What a weird name! But whatever!.’ I thought.

Her long, flowing hair was elegantly styled, with loose curls cascading down her back, and a tiara adorned her head, adding a touch of regal splendor to her ensemble. As Maria entered the studio, her eyes were drawn to a group of familiar faces: Li-lah, Julia, Natalia, and their dance partners. They stood together, their smiles radiant and genuine. In their hands, they held a beautifully decorated cake, its frosting a work of art adorned with delicate sugar flowers.

she said smoothly, “one that will get you out of here and put you exactly where you belong—in Elise’s place. As Ferris’s Luna.” I scoffed. “He’s made it very clear he wants my head off my shoulders.” “He wants Elise,” Gina said. “And we’re going to give her to him—broken, exposed, and irredeemable. And then, when his precious little fairy tale collapses, he’ll come crawling back to the only woman who truly understands what it means to rule.” I tilted my head. “You’d better not be bluffing, Gina. Because if I die in this cell, I’ll make sure your name is cursed in every coven, every pack, and every whisper of history that follows.”