Lady Irene Novels & Stories

The kitchen was stale with the scent of cleaner, most likely used just hours ago. I was yanked from my thoughts when a flash of orange passed my eyes. Sasha Burnette stormed into the kitchen, her eyebrows pressed together and lips set tightly. Clutched in her hands was the one piece of paper I’d remember for the rest of my life; an invitation to Iridian.

The insane urge to see Irene is bugging me so hard that I stop a maid and ask where she is. “She and lady Rowena were in the courtyard taking photos, but now she has retired to her chambers asking that she shouldn’t be disturbed.” I nod at her, rushing towards her bedroom. At some point, I walk, I run, and I jog. When I reach her room, I push the door and step inside, the scent of apple and citrus and something warm greets me. Irene’s the first person I see, seated at the edge of her bed, a book on her lap. She gazes outside the window, her palm resting on her face. When she notices me, she frowns.

I know I need to find a way to say no to Alpha Dario’s request. Maya and Jasmine are still chatting to me excitedly, I look to the side to see Irene fuming in obvious anger. Irene is Lady Nicole’s personal maid and Lady Nicole is Alpha Dario’s girlfriend, the one he should be asking to the ball, it should be Lady Nicole and not me going to the royal ball with alpha Dario tomorrow. I’ve gotta find a way to tell him no… I have to make up an excuse as to why I would not be available tomorrow.

Liam nodded, though he didn't fully understand what Jacklyn meant by that. Then, he turned to Irene. "I went to Odore, but she wasn't there. So I came straight to Starborne, and sure enough, here she is." Irene rolled her eyes, feigning disdain. "Is this what love between two big shots looks like? They're able to know where the other is, as if they've got trackers in their heads?" She scoffed to herself internally. She grabbed the sandwich Liam had brought and started munching on it without a care. She ignored the other two and even tactfully gave up her seat and walked out, busy chewing as she went.

Irene was shy and she wanted to bring her head down, but she wasn’t able to do it, and that was because I was holding her face with my big hands. “Irene” I called again, staring directly into her eyes. “Yes, my Lord,” She replied feebly. “Did you hear what I said?” I asked, her brows furrowed together in question and she nodded her head. “Yes, my Lord. I heard you,” She answered again in that soft voice of hers that was like music to my ears. I was lost staring at her big brown eyes that I didn’t want to take my eyes away. I hadn’t taken enough time to appreciate nature’s work on Irene. She was beautiful, almost flawless, if it weren’t for the scars on her face. Her almond shaped eye has the

My stomach lurched as I clicked on the message, dreading what it might say this time. “She’s alive. Solane Blackwood is Irene Lancaster…”

“He should be here shortly.” At that very moment, the hall doors opened again. For a brief second, the world seemed to lose its sound as Eirene entered. Eirene wore a simple dress in a soft colour, which made her stand out from the other guests, who had chosen more striking, luxurious outfits. Her hair fell neatly over her shoulders. She walked neither hurriedly nor in a way that sought attention. Yoren held his breath without realising it. It was only when Madison called out to him that he became aware that it was trapped in his chest.

The only thing that only kept happening was the pack members cheering that they got a beautiful Luna and it was what Alpha Logan needed to hear from them. The celebration continued and an announcement was made acknowledging the presence of someone. The large door was pushed open and a beautiful dazzling lady sauntered in. Since everyone apart from Sarah in the hall knew who she was, they went mute for that moment. Instantly, Celine sprang up from where he sat and called unto the lady, "Irene!" Then he waved for her to see the direction he was waving from. Irene flashed her gorgeous smile at him and it dawned on Sarah who she was. Celine's mate.

Partner. Irene is a tall, voluptuous beautiful woman with thickly braided, bow-adorned, scarlet hair. Her two front braids have two golden ornaments near the upper sections. For clothing, Irene dons a risque version of the typical witch's garb. Her black top has a diamond-shaped opening, exposing the middle of her breasts, which has a white heart mark that covered with Dragon's wing. (Just g****e Irene Belserion and you will have her picture)

she said with a warm smile, already knowing the boy's size and preferences from Irene's previous visits. With a feeling of gratitude and relief, Irene headed to her room. Her first priority was to address her appearance. She retrieved a gentle facial cleanser and cotton pads, determined to remove the remnants of her smeared makeup. As she meticulously cleaned her face, she couldn't help but reflect on the events of the previous night, particularly the unexpected dinner with her boss, Adam, and the ensuing late night tea chat with Magdalena. Once her face was makeup free and refreshed, Irene felt like herself again. She was ready to indulge in a soothing shower to wash away the lingering scen