Lady Gisela Novels & Stories

"I am glad too because you've taught me how to fight back when they think you are nothing, Because of you and my husband, I've learned something new. Never let your guards down for your slaves to tremble upon." Their confession conversation was interrupted by a lady. "which of you is Gisella Molinero, Please," she gave us a smiling gesture. Gisella looks from her to Leonora and back to the carton of chocolate that she's carrying. Lenora looks at Gisella. "She's Gisella," Leonora announced. "What? don't look at me with those scary hazel eyes," she warns Gisella with the glare that she was shooting her with.

"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?

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.

Damien's mother said, as she pulled Damien outside the door, leaving me and the five maids alone. I remained my chin high, and said in a gentle tone, "Why don't we introduce ourselves first? Greetings ladies, my name is Charlotte Hayes." "That last name won't last though," the 2nd maid said, a cheesy joke coming out from her mouth. Three of them started laughing, like a giggle.

I finally said that I would and now we were on our way to Paris, to meet up with her at her condo. She was my grandfather's sister, Eliza Brinx, she was a fashion icon and the most adnired family member in the Brinx line of work, she was the prettiest woman I've ever seen in all my life, even at the age of fifty, Eliza was a remarkable being, she was a model and also an entrepreneur. She was my favorite person in the entire world. "Why do I allow you to take me out of the US?" Elijah asks, scanning the busy streets once we got out of the car, outside of Eliza's condo building.

Anyone not able to help exited the gazebo. “My sister Maria will be helping as well. She is a werewolf and we have made a great alliance with her pack. This enemy had kidnapped, raped, and tortured a pregnant Luna. He has to be stopped now.” Maria made her way up to stand by Francesca as Francesca made the motion for her to join her. “Thank you all for your help. We promise to be a great ally to you all.” “Maria, would you explain who we are looking for and what general area we know him to be in?”