Lady Gisela Novels & Stories

Eloisa followed by and prepared for her morning bath. Upon having witness Matilde’s change of loyalty, she couldn’t help to doubt even her own handmaid. How many more loyal servants they once had turned their back against the rightful heir? This place, she once considered home, was no longer safe and comforting to qualify as one. This manor was a battlefield for chase of power, sadly. *** The next morning, Lady Francesca instructed Eloisa to prepare her luggage as she will be having a short vacation to her grandmother’s humble house in Verindale. She doesn’t know how long, but not until she feels safe to come back again, she will not.

The lies we tell ourselves… Elise was beautiful, sexy, a figure any hot-blooded male would lust over, and many females would be envious of. I’ve had her so many times in the past five years, I couldn’t begin to count. If I had to choose between my mistresses, she had always been my favorite. I have also known her the longest. Gisela even said I should have taken her as a mate. She deserved it for putting up with me. “You’re frowning.” Her dress slid off her smooth shoulders to pool around her feet like sea foam. “Is something wrong?” She still wore my mother’s crown. The gold contrasted with her black curls, diamonds and a single ruby embedded in the gold sparkled in the moonlight.

Instinctively, she covered Isabelle's eyes. Giselle played with the glass jar in her hands. She tapped her fingers on the jar, producing a clear clinking sound. "To be exact, this is a spell bug." Giselle had Angela to thank for this knowledge. Angela was a Velmorian who had come to Seaworth on her own. She had used one despicable method after another to destroy Jean and Perry's decades-long marriage. "A spell bug?" Matthew, whose hand had grabbed Crystal's, recited the words silently.

Carlos was lying on the floor in sheer pains while Isabel circled around him. “From henceforth, Carlos is stripped of his title… He is to vacate his place of residence before sunset today.” She unapologetically dug her heels deep into his torn skin, earning a heart breaking scream from Carlos. Satisfied with the punishment she has inflicted on her subordinate, Isabel vanished without a trace.

The Lady’s tears quickly filled up to the brim. “You’ve grown up to be a beautiful woman as Catherine,” the Lady beamed at Giselle. “And it’s lucky that you have nothing related to that filthy man. Now that's what I’m happy about! Such a beautiful young lady you are now!” Giselle did not know whether she should be relieved or awkward at Lady Perez’s statement. “Mom, you’re making them uncomfortable,” Lukas chimed in as he walked to Lady Perez’s side, “besides, we have another chef here.”

She was not a princess or a lady, she was a breeder who was sold to different men for their pleasure. "My name is not Alona, my name is Giselle Piper and I am nothing but a breeder used by many wolves. I have lived a life of shame and now I am here in a palace pretending to be someone good," Giselle whispered to the empty room. She felt like her heart was breaking into a thousand pieces because the truth was so ugly and cold.

Camila I stared at the mirror unsure if the person I was looking at was me. My long black was braided a tone side and left to rest on the other side of my shoulder, my brown eyes were bright yet had a sad gleam to them. I wore a long handless black gown that had a long slit, up to my knee. I applied some lipstick and paired my outfit with a silver pair of high heels.

“ Said Betina. But she continued walking, ignoring her. “ Gizella, come back here! “ Betina insisted. But she ignored her as if she wasn't even listening. Lissa: “ Kataleya! She stopped and looked at the two. Lissa, startled, approached: “ So it's really you?! She didn't comment and continued walking. Betina: “ I don't understand! Isn't she Gizella? Lissa: “ No, I don't think so! Betina: “ How not? Lissa: “ There's something I need to explain! Lissa and Betina walked out of the ship. It was there where Lissa told everything she knew. Betina didn't want to believe, who would she believe in exchange for souls. Gizella was walking towards her room and came across Alexandra. Gizella looked at he

“I never told her to seduce me, let alone dream of having my child.” Hansel snorted, his eyes welling up. “You’re crueler than your father.” Leon shook his head slowly, then continued walking. “I’m tired. There’s nothing to discuss.” “LEON!” Hansel shouted again, but the man didn’t care. He kept walking to the second floor, opening the door to his room. And at that moment, Leon’s steps halted at the doorway. His eyes widened. His breath caught for a moment. In the middle of the room, under the dim light and the sweet, overpowering scent of jasmine, stood Giselle wearing only a thin black lingerie that revealed nearly every curve of her body. Her hair was still damp, flowing wildly, and her e

I turned to walk away, but Giselle shifted her weight, deliberately stepping into my path to block me. "I know every influential woman in these territories," she pressed on, her voice rising just enough to draw nearby eyes. "But you, on the other hand, you're a nobody. What are you to Sebastian Sinclair? His Luna? His fiancée? You can't possibly be." She let out a dry chuckle, looking me up and down. I could see it—a flash of pure, venomous annoyance bright as day slicing through her features. "I mean, there's no way," she continued, letting out a nasty, condescending snicker. "Unless you're from some rundown, nameless pack... or perhaps are you just his fuck mate? Mistress?"