Lady Irene Novels & Stories

she replied. The young woman immediately rose up from her seat and offered a curtsy. “My deepest apology for not properly introducing myself; and boldly coming here with no prior notice.” “Nah. It’s fine as long as you were aware of your actions,” Lady Francesca immediately dismissed the part. “I am Lady Hariet Syford, the younger sister of Dynirho by nine years,” the young woman started. Then, the Feledencian woman had confirmed the ground on their identical features.

Her neck was free from the twisted wire as Lady cotts pulled it back. As if sensing something amiss, Lady cotts swiftly turned her attention outside the window. The still scenery of the town covered by thick snow greeted her. She watched and observed, looking for something suspicious. When she found nothing, she put her attention back to the floor where she dropped Deandra. “On your feet.” Lady cotts ordered coldly. As soon as Deandra managed to stand, her scream of pain continued. Meanwhile, Irina was clutching Lucas’s silver bow as she tried to climb down from the top peak of the highest and largest tree that the forest of Center Isle had. Her little black fur friend diligently jumped from

Members of the two women are the sect master's additional two wives who have been freed by the celestial world. Please, First Lady, continue to introduce us to them. Thank you very much. Ladies, could you tell us a little about yourself? My name is Lady Fresh, and I'd want to introduce myself. I'm nineteen years old and have a doctorate in armaments engineering. I've arrived from the palace of the ocean gods. My father is the Ocean Lord, and I've been tasked with taking Sister Beauty's position. Do you know who you're going to marry? My first lady, yes. My father has allowed me to see him for two weeks in a row, and I adore him.

Now, one hour later, Lydia walked out with a grin and presented Irene with a dramatic wave of her hand, "Ta-da!" Irene appeared in a long sleeved black dress that flowed past her knees, her feet snug in low heel boots and her hair pulled back into a side braid. Irene's delicate face, usually free of make up, bore a light touch of color over her eyelids and her lips. She looked absolutely heavenly. Lydia hurried back into the room, came back with a black dress coat and gave it to me, "here. You guys enjoy yourselves. I gotta run." she kissed Irene's cheek, patted me on the arm with a mischievous wink, and vanished.

Before I went to my seat, I met with our wonderful customer, Salvador Epiphora, and we talked for a while. I noticed a lady walking in, her face flushed and her eyes averted. She had a twine-thin sculpted figure. Her waist is curvilinear, and her skin is burnished. Sweeping eyelashes were framed by arched brows. Her pouting lips look seductive in that red lipstick, which was far too sexy for my libido. As she walks flawless, the colour of her eyes entices me irresistibly. It was a pleasure to see her flowing in her mercury red hair, which cascaded over her shoulders beautifully. She was dressed in vibrant clothes that appeared to be custom-made for her.

* Abruptly, her eyes opened with a hold on her breaths. Something still dazed her head off while hands tied with rope. After a few flickers, her vision was slightly clear. She shifted her gaze around, struggling to find where she was. In a clunky condition, she found Bell by her side. The color of her face had turned completely blue, which quivered her. Her eyes widened as she raised her voice to wake her up. "Bell, wake up! Bell?" Getting no reply, she searched for me. "Where's Irene? What's happening?"

Before I step an inch away from the desk, a figure appears, bearing a neutral expression. “Irene.” I hum, trading looks with the older woman. “I noticed you’ve been digging around for something and I got curious.” She mentions, stalking to my side of the library. Her long hair cascades down the length of her arms. Her mismatched eyes trickling from me to the book. I shake my head, taking back my seat. As I said, Irene is the only woman closest to me after my mother. Unfortunately, she lost her mate during the war between us and the slayers.

JOAN'S POV I stared at her in shock. She was the lady from the armor room, the one who was stating at me. She's real. I thought it was just a figment of my imagination. I bowed my head respectfully "Good afternoon, Lady Irene." She was seated by the window, looking at her laptop. The sunlight shone on her skin. As I looked up, I couldn’t help but marvel at her beauty. The magazines and blogs that featured her did her no justice. In person, Lady Irene was breathtaking. Her porcelain skin glowed and her pretty brown eyes twinkle in the sunlight. She had long and luscious auburn hair.

IRENE I woke up earlier than usual, not because I wanted to, but because I was nervous. I stood still, arms folded tightly over my chest, my eyes watched the faint glow of the arena. Today would define me—not just as Irene Kent, but as the Luna of the Quick River Pack. I was so nervous that I didn't hear the door creak open behind me, before I could turn, I felt him. Lucian. His warmth pressed against my back, his arms circled my waist in possession.

I knew he was right; Gavin always seemed to find out everything. His eyes flickered over to Irene. “What about you? What were you doing during that? Did they not recognize you?” He asked. Irene was a fashion goddess, and she was featured in numerous magazines worldwide. If you work in the fashion industry, then you know exactly who Irene Landry is. “I had to take a phone call during all that,” she murmured. “But I showed up at the end and called her out for her bullshit.” Erik nodded approvingly. “Good. Was the phone call anything important?”