Lady Nagan Novels & Stories

Lance inhailed the fresh air then He heard the gate bell rang. He check who is it from the monitor,he le out a sigh seeing it's not Anna, he don't want to see that lady anymore. Lance decided to open the door.Upon opening the door the lady is looked at him. He was surprised at the same time amazed. The lady is very beautiful, she has a fair skin and has a sparkling blue eyes with long eyelashes has a tall nose, her lips was naturally red, her beauty is very natural even though she don't wear a make up. Anna uses make up to make herself Beautifull, but this lady in front of her is different.He thought it was an angel, she is really Beautifull. He asked where this lady going, but this lady s

So he doubted the man would even know what to do with a woman much less be overcome with passion in the wilds of Hertfordshire. They had finally neared the group, and George put on his most unconcerned expression. "Sir Nicholas, Lady Stewart," Maria's voice rang out. "I thought I would never find you in this crush." "Oh, I never doubted your ability, Mrs. Montcraven," Sir Nicholas said, cynically.

"Yes, ma'am." "Please wait," she said before wearing her glasses. I had only one word for Annabelle Siromani. Unpredictable. When she wore her glasses, her facial expression changed. She looked like an evil Egyptian queen. She literally looked that way. I began to wonder how someone could change in a matter of milliseconds.

Her conscious slowly came and stood quietly. “How are you, Sweet Daughter.” Lady Nagini’s voice was flat. Her face looked at her expressionless. “Thank God you didn’t get lost,” she said. Her expression changed in a blink, she smiled friendly. Renggans didn’t answer. She looked around, remembering the holes in her dream where Lady Nagini came out of the water in a shape of half-snake. But now she found that Lady Nagini was just like a normal woman with fair skin and barefoot. Rengganis saw her exactly like the dream, wearing black kebaya and red scarf. Black clothe with batik motif of three nations.

The wide open front windows made it too exposed. Nabanita stood just to the side of the windows while cradling her youngest to her chest. She was a stunning woman with waist long, luxuriant black hair. Her skin was always a golden baked brown, thanks to her Indian mother. It was no wonder she'd caught the eye of William at their one chance meeting. She was effortlessly beautiful in a way every woman wanted to be. What was more, despite the hardships and torment she'd faced, Nabanita was one of the kindest, purest souls Lumen had ever met. Which was one of the reasons why she stayed on with such a difficult appointment.

Chander's sudden interruption brought her back. "Miss Hila, let me help you take care of the other eleven." She didn't feel light headed or drunk anymore. "Why would you help me? You are in no position to gain anything from their deaths and if you are, just shut it and consider yourself lucky that your competition just got lower." She took off the robe and was left covered by a tiny sleeveless navy blue dress that barely covered even half her thighs. The pair of linen dolphin shorts of the same color loosely swayed as she moved towards him.

“You can just fight if you want. Why do you always have to litter?” With those words, the lady waved her hand, immediately dissipating the swirling purple Sword Energy, along with the massive purple sword itself. Then, she stepped through the void and gradually approached Neville. “Y-You are...” Neville’s eyes gleamed as he stared at the lady. “You’re the Yin governor, one of the three most beautiful women in the myriad realm?” Smack! Suddenly, a crisp sound rang out as the lady backhanded Neville across the face, leaving him dazed. “Who told you to show off? Your radiance even overshadows my master.”

Her defining feature happened to be her breasts, with that she was abundantly blessed but since having it all was rare, from the back Niti looked like a straight slate. The other lady she was speaking to was Irie. She was the tallest amongst them with straight long, beautiful legs. She looked quite athletic even though all the form of exercise she had ever done was carry huge, heavy books up and down Inaymi's library. She had a mole on her nose. Although no one bullied her for it, she still felt embarrassed by it that she often kept her face down, which really didn't do anything because she was tall. "I wish to be the Bride," Niti continued. "Imagine being the Queen of Ignas. Of course, he w

She was beautiful but in a more typical way; blonde hair, blue eyes, pale skin. "Shaira. Shaira Mae." She introduced herself. "Stav Trajano." I smirked. "Stav," she repeated under her breath. "You better get back to your office Stav. Miss Montelebalo has her eyes everywhere." "Yeah, you are probably right." I said and stood up to go back to my office. "Nice to meet you. I thought only robots work here." She chuckled at this. "Join us on Friday. It's club night. I'll introduce you to everyone else."

Her silver hair framed a face that was both striking and serene, the lines of age softened by her calm, assured presence. In one hand, she held a delicate cup of tea, her wrists adorned with gold bangles that caught the sunlight filtering through the open terrace. The ocean behind her kissed the white sands, while the faint aroma of spiced tea drifted into the warm air. Her gaze lifted as Jaiyana neared, sharp and discerning yet filled with quiet warmth, and a small, knowing smile curved her lips. In that instant, Jaiyana felt the mixture of awe, love, and the unspoken expectation that had always accompanied being in Nani’s presence.