Lady In Waiting Novel Novels & Stories

I pick it up; it's written in italic font. ' Good morning, Apphia. I had a lovely time with you yesterday. You only deserve the best, " I smile and carry the half-bloomed lotus to my nose. It smells amazing. I read the title of the new novel, Little Women. I've never read it before. The door opens, and Lily comes in, carrying a tray of dishes in her hands. She smiles at me, " Good morning, Apphia, you look luminous this morning."

She had pictured a creepy, middle-aged lady donning a headdress, telling Sera to gaze into her crystal ball. Above the store counter, holding a cash register that looks like the first one ever invented, sits a painting that grabs Sera's attention. It's a simple painting, midnight blue with one perfect circular moon in the center. Breaking her train of thought, the beads rattle as a woman passes through and walks behind the counter. She doesn't pay Sera any mind, and she digs below for something. When she finally pulls out an embroidered shawl, the woman wraps it around her tall, slender frame. Sera watches as her back straightens, shoulders tensing slightly. Their eyes meet, Sera feels herse

"No, I... It was fine. And you can call my by my name, it's—" "I will not," The woman snapped, completely shocked. "You are the Prince's fiancee and you would be treated with the same respect you deserve." Oh, she had nearly forgotten about it. Still, she didn't like the term, but she guessed she'd have to get used to it. "A-Alright," "My name is Vanessa Hudgens," The lady said, face with obvious pride. "I was designated as your lady-in-waiting." "What's a lady-in-waiting?"

Lance inhailed the fresh air then He heard the gate bell rang. He check who is it from the monitor,he le out a sigh seeing it's not Anna, he don't want to see that lady anymore. Lance decided to open the door.Upon opening the door the lady is looked at him. He was surprised at the same time amazed. The lady is very beautiful, she has a fair skin and has a sparkling blue eyes with long eyelashes has a tall nose, her lips was naturally red, her beauty is very natural even though she don't wear a make up. Anna uses make up to make herself Beautifull, but this lady in front of her is different.He thought it was an angel, she is really Beautifull. He asked where this lady going, but this lady s

I don't even wait for him to say anything, but leave with his food as my mind replays his words. Waiting for me. That's what jumps in my head, whilst waiting for the microwave. Those three magical words, it should have been me saying those words not him. I'm usually the one waiting for him, waiting for him to come home, waiting for him to notice me, waiting for him to tell me that he lo - no, I won't go that far. The point is, I'm shocked yet my chest warms at his actions. Him waiting for me like how I'd done so many times, when he returned home late.

the maid asked while her eyes were filled with adoration towards the small child. "What's your name?" Seraphine asked— her voice being little incoherent. "Lady Seraphine, did you forget my name again? It's Betty," the maid voiced out, "Lord Lyle and Lord Clayton was looking for you to play with them earlier. Let's go to them." All those names caused something to click within her. The name of a certain novel came inside of her mind— The Lady's Possessive Prince— and thinking about it, she found it funny how she had to dream about the novel now.

I heard a woman at table five hiss to her friend. I gripped my tray so hard my knuckles ached, my heart pounding like a drum. She wasn’t just a headline or an I*******m story from her latest Greece getaway, all sun-kissed selfies and #EmpireBuilding bullshit. Up close, her aura was fucking suffocating—poised, glamorous, born to own the room. She settled at the corner table by the window, the one with the best view of the avenue, and scrolled her phone, her nude-painted nails glinting under the chandelier light. I dodged her section like it was a fucking minefield, darting between tables to refill waters and clear plates, but my eyes betrayed me, flicking to her every few minutes. She sipped

Lady Mary and the other maids followed Anna up the stairs to Ace's room. "Just drop the tray and head back outside," Lady Mary instructed once they arrived at the door. The first maid entered, followed by the second, and then Anna. They all dropped their trays and were about to leave when Ace asked, "Who is waiting?" Lady Mary rushed into the room. "Padrino, I'll wait," she replied. "No, you are needed back there to ensure that everything runs smoothly," Padrino instructed, and Lady Mary bowed in agreement. "Yes, Padrino." "You stay," Lady Mary ordered Anna. "No mistakes," she added before leaving with the other maids. Anna swallowed and walked to the door to stand. Should I stand outside th

It was her second chance through her. Nighttime came. The baroness was already waiting for Chris Duvier to arrive. She does not know what will become of their meeting tonight but she must make sure she will succeed. Lady Elizabeth dresses carefully. She knows that Chris Duvier could hold his own. Both are stubborn and determined to win and the pawn in their game is her niece, Agnes. The study door opens and the man she is waiting for walk-in thirty minutes late. He nods at the woman in front of him and sat down in one of the chairs facing the Baroness, without her invitation.

The change was suspicious, and I must be weary of the new game Alpha Orvyn was trying to play with me. "Who are you?" I asked. She dropped the tray on a food. "I'm Emilia, your Lady in waiting. I'll be here to attend all your needs and carry out all your obligations as you wish." She bowed her head slightly. "I don't need anyone to wait on me." I tore my gaze away from her, focusing my attention on the moonless sky and the velvety dark cloud. "I've faired without one for more than a week now. You may leave."