Lady Irene Novels & Stories

"Let them in." --- Ten minutes later, the front door of Lady Catherine’s house opened. Two police officers and three women in gray suits walked in. The lead woman was named Mrs. Irene. she had sharp glasses and a clipboard. She looked around the expensive hallway with a look of judgment. "Mr. Vane," Mrs. Irene said. She didn't offer her hand. "We are here to check on the welfare of Leo Montgomery. We have seen the videos of your behavior at your office, and we have received reports that the child is being held here against his will."

It hit on one spot and she cried trying to jump off my thighs while my grip hardened around her and I continued to hit on that spot until she couldn't take it. Her body was trembling and now she’d raised her head such that we were staring eye to eye ball but I pushed her back, pinching her nipples. Then I felt it the moment her pussy clenched around my cock and her thighs were getting so hard to pry, then her squirt covered my thighs. A knock sounded on my door and Irene's voice sounded from outside the door. “Talk,” I said as I yanked Raina towards me, taking her nipples in my mouth. “There is a young lady by the name Lily who is asking for the young mistress,” Irene said from the door.

Making my way through children playing and mothers going about their business, I soon got to where the Queen lives. Quite far from everyone. It's just as if Irene isolated herself. People usually don't see her and only a few warriors are allowed entrance into her home including myself. Irene is something you'd call a taboo because of her species. She's not entirely a witch, and she's a lycan princess.

"Ma'am, the groom and his family are here, madam instructed that I ask you to hasten your preparations" the lady who's name was Irene said and Alicia gave a slight nod. However Irene didn't leave from there, she walked towards the make up table and gently placed a flawless golden dress on the top of it. Irene was a family person, she was warm at heart and had that gentle feeling oozing out from her. "Please get ready on this dress, it's directly from the groom's family" Irene said and the next minute she was gone. Alicia picked the golden dress, her eyes dazzling with a million emotions. She definitely would miss all of this warm attitude portrayed towards her.

It was polar opposites here , everything seemed in place, raging from the serene peaceful environment to the outmost beauty and the individual comportment of how everyone went about their business. The cozy long ride came to stop as we approached a large estate, it looked like the presidential Aso Rock back in Nigeria, the gate swung open after the horning of our car , the car came to a halt in the parking lot, I saw five other cars , of which I knew the names of only four , a black lamborghini, black bugatti veyron , a red rolls royce and an ash SUV, "who is this son of a filthy rich bastard" I cried under my breath. We were asked into the house , getting inside I stood mouth agape , starin

With that, Renee pushed open the car door and stepped out of the truck. They had brought two delivery trucks and one personal vehicle for today's visit. As Renee began directing people to unload the supplies in an orderly manner, someone suddenly called out, "Renee? Why are you here?" She turned and saw Irene walking toward her. "You're here too? Perfect timing. I've been looking for you," Renee replied, subtly signaling Daniel to get to work while she approached Irene. Today, Irene was dressed in a black velvet embroidered dress. Her long hair was styled into an elegant updo, her makeup was impeccable, and a pearl necklace gleamed around her neck. She looked every inch the high-society matr

But the only thing I cared about was Hatzis because that bastard and I have a score to settle. "You said that you came here to talk, you got my full attention now. So, talk or get out!" I told her. Raising her gaze to meet my eyes, she scowled and then huffed, lowering her head. "I am Iris… Iris Doukas, the niece of Hatzis Doukas." She mumbled beneath her breath. "My uncle died a month ago, and I am now the Luna of the White Fang pack." Staring intensely at her, I quivered with frustration, realizing that she shared the same bloodline as that traitor and just how long I have been caged in this place.

That would make sense if she were part of some satanic ceremony. Suddenly she can feel the shape of the dried blood on her forehead and just knows that it, too, is a pentagram. It is no longer a nice sensation and she wants to scream again, sure that her lungs are now capable of bringing the whole building down. But now she is unable to move a muscle, let alone scream. She finds that she can’t even blink, although her eyes are drying up and stinging quite badly. There is a sudden loud electrical crackle. Sparks of electricity come from the points of the pentagram around her. And then Isabelle knows no more.

"Lady Irene, remember, you agreed to pay for it all. It would be damaging the reputation of both the Princess and you if you deny." Irene scoffed. "Tch! Who do you think I am? Just this small amount of money!? Do you think I won't be able to afford?" However, that arrogant expressions of her immediately dropped once Irene heard the price from the shop attendant. It was beyond her expectations. Irene was stunned. "Twenty million? Are you trying to rip me off? How could few sword tassels cost this much?" Seraphine corrected with a smiling expression: "You're wrong, Lady Irene. The price is forty million for you. How about, on the

She also has highly trained guards in her kingdom. "I'm awfully sorry to bother you both in such an intimate moment. The boats are ready to leave."Irene says with a kind but guilty smile. Her beautiful ceremonial purple armour flying around in the wind. Her majestic purple hair following the breeze. I nod and smile, "Thank you, Lady Irene, we'll be there soon."