Lady K And The Sick Man Author Novels & Stories

I had a better way in mind to tell her all about it. Our assigned text was a book titled: Better to Have Loved and Lost. It was about MaHolland, a young servant girl in 18th century England, who fell in love with her mistress' betrothed, Henry; a young, charming nobleman. When they first met, she had no idea he was a nobleman or that he was even betrothed to her mistress. They became friends, and it was he who helped her develop an interest in reading. MaHolland fell helplessly in love with him, and when she found out about his betrothal to her mistress, her feelings for him had grown so strong, it couldn't easily be vanquished. Just when she finally made the decision to tell Henry how s

"Who are you calling sick?" the woman shouted angrily at Kiran York, disregarding her dignity. Kiran ignored her and instead addressed the man supporting her. "Congratulations, you've successfully contracted her disease. Now you can suffer together." The man's grip instinctively loosened upon hearing about the disease. The woman panicked and yelled at Kiran, "You're lying! I’m not sick!" Kiran shrugged. "Have you ever met someone who admits they're sick?" The man turned angrily to the woman. "Sharon, are you really sick?"

Gentle approaching footsteps that stopped just outside the little door and then a knock. ‘It’s freaking occupied. Use the next one.’ I screamed out. Was my loud sobs not enough evidence? ‘Are you okay in there?’ the deep voice I heard was unexpected. What was a man doing in a lady's washroom? I choked in my sobs and replied ‘I'm fine. You are in the wrong place.’ I said weakly. ‘, I believe you are the one in the wrong place.’ He responded and I could sense the amusement all over his voice.

the man said soothingly. Katheryn clasped her hands. She hugged the man, "I had a bad dream. The same dream. The dream came back to haunt me again. What really happened? Why do I keep having the same dream all this time?" To be continued... Hi, meet me again in a new story. This time I made a story with a dark romance theme. Hope you like it, guys :) Don't forget to comment and give me your gems, hehe. Thank you:)

That was followed by the appearance of a man in luxurious attire holding a young lady in his arms. The lady had exquisite features, but her complexion was pale. She looked half asleep and weak. Daisy and Keele panicked upon detecting their aura. Keele walked forward. Plastering a smile onto his face, he asked, "Are you here to see the doctor?" "What else?" As the words reverberated through the air, one of the broad, tall ruffians scowled and said coldly, "Are you blind? Can't you see that our High Lady is gravely ill?"

UNKNOWN POV I open my eyes slowly, straining to see in the dark, dammit, he got the drop on me. I can't stand witches or wizards they are a sneaky bunch. the pain in my side is incredible, the wound has healed, but im suspecting wolfsbane was somewhere on that knife, the pain still radiating after the wound has healed tells me that.

The dew on its leaves shone under the sun's rays bringing the land under the captivity of twinkling like several brittle broken pieces of mirror scattered as she surpassed them. The horse almost rams into a rambler who strolled by the path. The woman waves back to Christine running after the horse. “Maybe it’s a rescue or a resuscitation she needs.” Christine said to herself . as if the hoarse heard the statement it halted, Christine’s eyes on her right shoulder. The woman's visage sympathized with her as she snares the point the horse stood feeling tired. The woman extends her hand of kindness to her. “ My dau… daughter, wrap your t… temple” The woman said vehemently regaining her normal br

"You never really cared about me in the first place, you just used me as one of your tools for revenge, right Psyche?" a sad torn broken man said in front of the lady who was drinking wine inside the library of the Killford dukedom. Instead of answering, the Lady just smirked at the man's reflection from the large window she's facing while the man faced her long backless dress making him see her pale body. "Shouldn't you worry more about your fiancée than just a mere stranger like me?" Psyche had finally said sighing as she faced the guy who's so gorgeous

When the bodies were found, they were unrecognizable, torn apart and covered in wounds. He then lied to the public, claiming the villa had been unoccupied and that Darcy had snuck in after their breakup, just like how she had falsely accused me of sneaking into the villa to seduce him. The internet went wild with rumors that she had gone crazy after failing as a mistress. She had even moved into the villa without permission, treating herself as the lady of the house. With no food inside, she chose to starve rather than leave, still obsessed with marrying into a wealthy family.

Rosalind burst into tears as she clung to Aldric’s leg, all the while throwing accusations my way. “It was Leanora! She planted that man in my cabinet to frame me. I love you so much. I would never cheat on you!” The man caught her signal and was just about to shift the blame onto me, but I spoke first. “By all means, let us say it was my doing. I confess. I planted him here to slander the Princess. And this man, having defiled a royal, should be put to death immediately. Shall we proceed?”