Lady Irene Novels & Stories

Tall, dark red stilettos. She’s wearing a sating dress that clings onto her body perfectly, complemented by the dazzling jewelry around her neck and wrists. Her hair, her smile, her eyes, she looks incredible. I soon realise that she is not the woman I met last night. Something has changed, and her aura has shifted into something dangerous. Tristan’s body is still turned to me, but his eyes are fixed on Bella, with his lips slightly parted in awe. Her scent fills the room. “Miss Ward, please have a seat.”

So I'll excuse myself and return to my place. "Yes, please. Thank you in advance." Irene said to Yeri, who bowed before finally leaving Irene's room. Irene flipped through the envelope, frowning as she guessed what was inside. She then opened it quickly. Her eyes widened when she saw the plane ticket and lodging for their honeymoon destination. "Gosh, they're taking their preparations very seriously." Irene sighed. Not long after, Irene's cell phone, which was on her desk, rang. Irene picked up the phone when she saw her mother's name on an incoming call.

I replied with a smile. Catherine was indeed beautiful. She had very long thick lashes and cute big eyes that fit perfectly on her round face. Fat cheeks and full attractive cheeks with well-accentuated curves and a beautiful heart as well. All the things I didn't have but wish I did. "Tonight is the night when you my girl takes back fully what truly belongs to you," Catherine said with a wink while proceeding to adjust her earring in the mirror. I smiled and picked up my purse from the table.

My words made her laugh slightly. “I got Madison those gifts because her laptop is way too old! And when I saw the bracelet, I thought of you and Madison. It looked like something you both would like so I got it. And the advertising company was her idea, it was a good step and I only booked a meeting. There is nothing to be upset about Irene" I explained softly to the princess in my arms. Irene nodded and moved out of my arms. “I would like to shower," she said, adjusting her robe. I nodded and watched her walk to the bathroom. After resting, I got to the closet and brought out a shopping bag. I had got something for Irene too in Paris.

She looked ready to continue yelling, until Eugene quietly warned her that guests were standing behind them. Lorraine stiffened. Then slowly turned around. And froze. A familiar scent reached her first. One she never truly forgot. Her eyes landed on Irene. And for one long moment… Luna Lorraine simply stared. Irene looked even more beautiful than she remembered. The dress suited her perfectly. Elegant. Graceful. Refined. Exactly the kind of luna Lorraine once dreamed of presenting proudly beside her son. The sight struck something deep inside her chest.

Only an hour later, as dawn took a proper hold on the morning, Officer kate escorted Diana, to the helipad on the southern platform of the vast prison that is Located on an isolated island in the middle of Delta Bay—aka “The Rock”— which had held female captives and dangerous female criminals since the Civil War.

Even though Irene hardly showed it but she loved Mabel so much. “I love you Mabel”Irene said looking into Mabel’s brown eye ,her legs trembeling as she stood up . “Stop the drama already Irene ,you got this’ Mabel hugged her as she went In . “Irene Maria” a woman sitted on a desk chair, looking straight into her eyes ,she stood up ,her long legs about 6 ft tall with her pair of heels overshadowed Irene's small statute . “Good morning ma’am”, am here for the position of the house keeper, here are my qualifications, Irene said leaning a file to the the lady standing in front of her

So foolish, I did that. “Ugh… yeah…” Arthur curved a rare smile. "This is why you're perfect to be My Lady." "But, my body… You might be disappointed if you see it in full. I have a lot of scars," I said. "Your strong legs are enough," he said flatly, running his fingers up my leg and down my thigh until I bit my lip. "Being Grand-Lady is going to be a lot of work. So, I wanted to encourage you."

Leaning in close, she whispered, "If you pay another 2,000 dollars, my best friend and I will make sure you have an unforgettable night." For some reason, the photo I'd seen on social media of her and Yvonne appeared in my mind. They were smiling happily in the picture, their tight dance outfits outlining their perfect figures. These young women were barely old enough to join the adult world, yet here they were, trapped in the muddy quicksand of adulthood. I pushed Hermione off again and asked, "Is your best friend as pretty as you?" Thinking that I was interested, Hermione gave me a flirty look and took out her phone from her pocket. "Eager, aren't you? Aren't I enough for you?"

Silk, fitted at the waist, paired with the black pearl necklace my grandmother left me. A black lace veil covered my face, making me look like a traditional Sicilian widow. "Ready?" Dante asked, his voice a low rumble. He stood straight in a black Armani suit, a Moretti crest pinned to his lapel. "Ready." I handed the encrypted drive to Marco. "The projector is set up. If Julian shows his face, you know what to do." Holy Name Cathedral was solemn, light filtering through the stained-glass windows, painting the air with holy colors.