Lady Macbeth: A Novel Novels & Stories

It was quite easy to forget when no one ever called you by any other than ‘kid’. At first, she’d thought that Lady Elena was a rarity among the rich. How could a beautiful miss of a noble family take her under her own roof without asking more than just a few questions? However, it soon became clear that the lady wasn’t favored in her own family. Something horrible must have happened to her, because she always had trouble sleeping, and her back was covered with scars that no person should ever have. As someone who could discern right from wrong, Laila would do her best to serve the one person who offered her the possibility of a better life, and she would be happy with the godsend blessings t

Her voice, it was wise and it sounded like it was underwater. “Mom, dad, I don’t understand,” I called the attention of my parents. “What she’s trying to say is that you’re special, sweetie,” dad said to me and I frowned. “You have the gift of the moon goddess. You directly inherited your fore fathers’ blood, the blood of the pure one,” Macbeth said and I felt like I was being told a fairytale. “I still don’t understand any of these,” I voiced out. “A war is coming. It will be devastating, a lot of lives will be claimed and many will lose their loved ones. I can see it, I can hear the cries of innocent children and mothers,” Macbeth closed her eyes and hissed causing me to jump in fear.

I was Luna, and I had to perform. Back at the Alarcón mansion, Mateo was pacing the length of his bedroom. The champagne was gone, replaced by a tumbler of neat Scotch, but the alcohol wasn't doing anything to calm the fire in his blood. He kept pulling the dark silk panties from his pocket, running his thumb over the lace. The memory of how she had wound her waist against his thighs, the fierce, angry power in her movements, was driving him insane. He had never met a woman who took his money and then looked at him with such cold defiance.

Mac sniffs her hair and hugs her tightly while closing his eyes: Ah, your scent is magic that melts the heart and your embrace, Ah, your embrace is warm on a snowy night, Ah, how wonderful you are, my sexy maid. The red-haired woman , trying to remove his hands from around her waist: You idiot, get away from me, I am not a servant. Mac in a whisper: Don't worry, I won't reveal my secret to anyone, my love. I know that maids are not allowed to be in places like these for bitches. Don't worry, darling, you're safe with Mac (winking at her).

It was too real as the pendant on the eyes of the life like eagle carved on the necklaces pendant glinted, "Who would think the lady he sent to prison would turn out to be the Queen of the Quin's empire?" Those who knew about the necklace all fell into a trance for a moment, except for Jason. They had never expect a new queen to arise so soon. They had never expected the new Queen of the Quin's empire to be an ordinary lady who graces the insignificant Delta city and someone who had been scheduled for death. The queen of the quins empire could destroy a whole city with just giving out the order, who dare goes against her?

CHAPTER FIFTEEN The Last Supper The Macbeth’s were staying in a rented cottage not far away from Dorsal Finn’s museum. The cottage was compact, yet consisted of many rooms that led away from a hallway made even smaller by wallpaper with deep purple flowers. There were many pictures dotted around the small wooden cupboards and dressers in the hall. Beatrice noticed what she presumed to be images of the many stages of Alice Macbeth, one with raven hair and unblemished skin. Another had an image of a middle aged woman leaning on a cane with a moorland scene in the background.

And as he walked out of the room, he met their mother; the whore Monica, about to enter the room. "Your Majesty," She said and curtsied. "Monica." He muttered, barely even looking at her as he breezed past. The last thing he needed now was their bullshit. ********************* ELORA The library was breath taking. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever set eyes on. There was a desk just by the door, with registers of all kind. The room was magnificent, with carvings and oil paintings of the old Lycan Kings and Queens hung up on the wall. The stained glass windows caught my eye. It showed a picture of a Lycan royal family in the past building this library. Odd since the royal family barely

“When my eyes opened, things were blurry, but I’d already healed. I was still at the Boudoir. There were bedsheets wrapped around me. I looked at my wrists, flinched and looked away, as if they might bleed again just from me glancing at them. “Lady Maple sat by my bed. Told me that she knew I was unhappy, that she felt guilty for turnin’ me, that she’d try to get me out. She said she was a secret witch, and had ways to help me without anyone knowing. But I told her not to bother. I’d decided that this place was where I belonged . . . that this was what I was now. So I stayed, and I kept workin’, and I kept on hatin’ myself. “I saw girls come and go. When there weren’t enough girls, Lady Mapl

Queen Isle worded firmly. Her green eyes dimmed darkly as she slowly threw her aunty’s hand off her shoulder, and then, she walked away. Lilith remained speechless and was perplexed, and without a delay, she flee urgently towards her mate’s chambers. ★★★★★ In the dungeon, princess Danika hurried inside the cell and she saw Lady Macbeth with the other slaves. “Lady Macbeth, you have to leave now before the Queen sees you, hurry!” she rushed her words, and the older woman gripped frighteningly.

“He’s fallen ill. Now sit down so we can start your lesson.” I do as I’m told and sit at my desk, taking out my notebook. Alice slams a thick book down on the desk so hard that it smashes my poor fingers, causing me to yelp in pain. “You’re going to be reading Macbeth,” Alice says with a sneer. “Open it up and start reading.”