Lady Mania Novels & Stories

The office heating was turned up high, yet I felt as if I fell into an ice cellar. I could never mistake the NG tattoo on that woman's waist. It was inked on our second anniversary. Gwendolyn Sanders made me angry back then, and she got that tattoo just to placate me. "Darling, our names are tied together now." "From now on, I'm yours. We'll never be separated." The anonymous post continued to reply to comments. [I wonder when my idiot husband will finish selling his shares and wire the money over. I'm booking a themed hotel room so my lover and I can spend the night together. He even prepared a whole drawer of condoms, we're using every single one tonight.]

Her hair was pulled into a high ponytail, and her intricate facial features made her look almost like she was someone of mixed heritage. Linda wore a red-and-black checkered short-sleeved shirt that revealed her belly button. On top of that, she was also wearing a red-and-black checkered, pleated skirt and a pair of white espadrille heels. At one glance, she looked like a female goddess from a comic. When Linda saw Mary like this, she quickly stepped forward and stepped forcefully on Mary’s stomach. She looked down at her arrogantly. “Mary, you really are cruel… I treated you like a sister, and yet you think of me as a fool?

Madison replied. “April G, I have been told about that and I must tell you; only ‘you’ can beat Zai. No one else can help you with this,” Lady said. “I know and I am doing everything I can,” she replied. “Perhaps you are tired. Have you been taking rest properly?” he asked. “Eating properly, check! Full health regime, check! Concentration exercises, check and Fitness training, check! Am I missing anything?” Madison asked. “Then you will be fine, and you will beat her,” Lady said cheerfully.

She then told the store employee, "I'll have this shirt. Pick the size for a man six feet, two inches tall. Please help me double check the size; don't pick the wrong one." "Sure, sure!" The employee went off happily to open a bill. Lucia's gaze moved to look elsewhere, hoping to find a compatible tie for the shirt as she asked for Jael's opinion. The lady who was thoroughly ignored rolled her eyes. "She sure knows how to act. Pretending to be a proper lady outside when she is the daughter of the first wife, whose status is unknown —a daughter who has become a disgrace for loosing her fiance to the illegitimate daughter!"

Two Years Later “Madame, we’re up next,” a man in his thirties tells a drop-dead gorgeous woman. “How much time do we have on stage?” She questions, her voice demanding. “About ten minutes,” the man says checking his wristwatch. “Mhm,” she licks her lips to wet them as she puts on a beautiful pendant. She looks at herself in the mirror, her fingers tenderly tracing the pendant. “Why do you always have that on, madame?” The man asks out of curiosity. “Someone gave it to me…A long time ago. It is a promise that I hope he lives up to every single day,” she smiles.

I keep to the treeline, looking for anyone I can feed on. I need to get someone quickly and quietly, my father told me about compulsion but I've yet to master it so I'll have to hide a body until I can get away. I always try to pick someone who won't be missed but in a small country town that's not going to happen. I spot a woman, in a vacant paddock, passed out I assume she is drunk, I can't smell blood so she's not injured, she looks pretty, brunette with a little red dress, one shoe is missing, the other a black high heel.

She had a mature vibe about her and was breathtaking. The woman looked around at the staff members on the floor and smiled at Wilbur. "Hello, Sir. What's your name?" "Wilbur Penn. And you are?" "Haley Loom. I'm the manager here. Everyone here calls me Madam Scarlet. May I know what happened here?" "You sold me a fake beer." "Let's not talk about whether or not the beer was fake. You asked for a compensation of ten million dollars. Isn't that a bit much?"

"I miss your body. Can I meet you now? I'm on my way." I also sent her some money to convince her that I was serious. Meanwhile, I kept an eye on the ongoings inside the room. The phone on the bedside table pinged. Hermione pushed the man away and picked it up. She brightened. "He's coming!" she said excitedly. The man looked delighted as well. "Great! He finally took the bait." The other man glanced at Yvonne. "What about her?' Hearing this, Yvonne shrank back, trembling in fear.

one man remarked, finding the situation amusing. "I can!" the young lady shook herself as if waking up from sleep. Her eyes lazily scanned the men at the table, powerful individuals in limited-edition and designer suits. Her gaze stopped at the man seated at the head of the table, and she pointed at him. "You! Get me those funny-looking coins. I want to play. I'll torture your rich asses." Laughter erupted from the men. It was the most ridiculous thing they had heard all night, coming from a woman who appeared to be under twenty-five.

“Let's withdraw the money so that Mindy can go shopping. One million should be enough. Mindy, watch where you spend. You can't get Master Ryan's family to like you without giving yourself the appearance of a noble lady. You are going to be the most beautiful girl in the room. Let Master Ryan know that the twenty years you lived as Lady Shaw had not gone to waste. Don't hesitate in spending this one million! If this can help you into marrying Master Ryan, then it's money well spent!" Never did it occur to Mr. Mann that the one million they had was traded with their own daughter. The couple could think of nothing but how the money could help Mindy shine, and indeed, they were right. Mindy took