Lady Gisela Novels & Stories

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.

The knight’s name lingered on the man’s tongue, still echoing the distant memory of music that she couldn't quite place. Elaine lunged towards him. Tristan had risen to his knees after their crash but had yet to rise to his feet. The girl drove him back into the murky earth, all limbs and no grace. Pinning the larger knight face-first into the ground, the young lady held her dagger to the olive skin of his neck. “How did you find me?” The words were sharp against the man’s ear.

I'm bad enough however I never went to extents like that. "You're welcome." I say to him, smirking. "So, this little she-wolf has already broken down all those walls hasn't she?" Kai asks me, wiggling his eyebrows. "No" I firmly say, even though it was a pure lie, "however, her wolf hasn't awoken yet from them getting injured, so I'm sure she doesn't know that we are mates." I say leaning my chair back, sighing. Damn if the Moon Goddess doesn't work fast, she rejected Silas that day, and that day I found out that she's, my mate.

I could hear a lot of applause from the crowd and I smiled to myself it was a beautiful thing that I still had some support to myself. As soon as I got down from the podium I heard my phone ring as I picked it up to see it was a call from Helen. "What is wrong?" I asked, being my manager Helen had a lot of things to handle for me. She helped sometimes with my personal life but a limit that we always had was the fact that Helen would never call me expect if it is something serious. "We need the porcelain vase from your house." Helen said making me suspicious why would they need a porcelain vase for what?.

Her intimidating gaze made Giselle's complexion pale slightly, and under the table, Kiara could see her fingers wringing her clothes anxiously. Perhaps no servants had ever eaten in the greenhouse before, as this place was only meant for family members. Perhaps having them here was still considered a great insult, as if their presence would taint this place. "What's your name?" "Giselle" "Giselle. Are you Kiara's new maid?" "Yes, miss. But not entirely new. I've served Kiara before-" Giselle swallowed. She looked at Kiara, trying to ask for permission without making a sound. Kiara made a subtle nod.

The only thoughts in my head were those of Pete and how he was going to lose both balance and focus the minute he sets his eyes on me. I had a lacy red slightly below the bum insanely hot dress on with very high silver stiletto heels and of course, lots of silver accessories. Catherine did my makeup as she insisted that I needed to own the show and in her own words, show Pete exactly what he would have missed with his cowardice." I couldn't fathom how she was so quick to attribute Pete's actions to cowardice not like I was going to challenge the statement because, yunno my flawless face-beat was not something I was willing to risk over Catherine's extremely wild temper.

Maebh rolled her eyes before replying, “The girl herself: Isla. She knew I had minions who had been eyeing the flower for so long so she decided to take down the whole apartment all by herself so that no one would find that flower of hers.” “Yet, here it is. In our own hands,” Ludwig said as he took it from Maebh’s grip and hoisted the withered blood rose into the air. “Long live the blood rose,” was all Maebh managed to say as she took one last sip of that secret red wine that was actually a blood from one of her victims.

But one thing was certain: I wouldn’t be resorting to bribery. Leaving the Duchess behind, I set off once again, determined to find Annalise. This time, I wouldn’t let her disappear. A giggle, light and tinkling like wind chimes, sliced through the air. I turned, expecting to see Annalise, but instead, found myself face-to-face with Isabella, the picture of elegance in a shimmering emerald gown. An unsettling premonition prickled my skin. This wasn’t going to be a casual conversation.

The butler said with the release of a sigh, before leading the guest down another path, away from the entrance of the building. As they turned a corner and walked past arrayed rows of flowers, the butler couldn't help but sneak a peek at the guest behind him through the windows of the building. Thinking back at what transpired few weeks ago between his masters and this young man, he felt goose bumps rising on his skin. He personally felt that this beast had a pretty thick fur to still be able to appear here after what happened. It was a pity though, two young and promising beasts of Luna had fallen head over heels for a woman like his young miss. He really didn't know what they saw in her or

“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