Lady Phenex Novels & Stories

“D*mn. That’s awesome. Those of you who said she can’t paint, are you embarrassed now? Who the hell is the lady in the red dress? Why did she pretend to be so close to the pretty girl? How could she not even know that the pretty girl could paint?” “I think the lady in the red dress is a b*tch. She looks like a stepmother. Could she be the pretty lady’s stepmother?” “You all have no idea. She’s the wife of Quest Group’s president. The pretty girl is the eldest daughter of the Quest family, Xyla Quest…”

George muttered, but was ignored, as Lady Stewart spoke. "Oh, Mrs. Montcraven, Fitzwilliam Darcy has ever been his own man; like you, he has always known what he wanted. He simply has a different set of standards. Which reminds me, I have not yet asked you about your latest acquisition." Maria raised an eyebrow. "Do you mean to my stables?" she asked. Lady Stewart smiled disingenuously. "Of course. It was a stud, was it not?" Maria frowned. "No, a gelding."

- Welcome, sir. - Mason. He's Damien Mason, Morgana. - Lóren answered for me. - Oh... - She looked perplexed. - Welcome, Mr. Mason. Can I get you anything, a drink? - Actually, I'm looking for a girl. - I continued. - Oh yes, there are several of us here. - She smiled. - Any specific characteristics? - Her name is Ellen. - I finished. The two women looked at me in amazement and then looked at each other:

Her fingers were light, gentle—motherly. “Whoever failed to make you feel seen… that's their loss,” she said softly. I swallowed hard, fighting tears I didn't understand. “Mrs. Harrison…” “Call me Helena,” she said. My breath caught. I shook my head. “I-I—I cant. It feels—” “Like family?” she offered. My eyes snapped to hers. She smiled. “Let’s not rush. But someday… I hope it might.” My chest ached with something too big to name.

I resisted him and pulled it back into my body, but he was much stronger than me and he effortlessly pulled my hand back out. "Don't make this harder than it needs to be," He hissed. When we got into the mall, we went straight to an infant clothing shop. "Good afternoon Sir and Madame, is there anything I can help you with today?" A lady aged about sixty said in a pretty annoying tone. God everything is annoying me today. Blame it on the hormones girl. The woman had long grey hair tied back in a low ponytail, a long skirt that reached her feet and a loose top. She looked at Leo and then down to me and I saw a slight flicker of disapproval in her eyes before Leo began to talk

Someone's POV Seated at the center of the long table in front was the grand matriarch, Lady Henda. Although celebrating her 65th birthday today, she looks a decade younger still. Thanks to her vanity, she had spent countless hours at 5th Street Salon&Spa and millions of dollars on botox and whatever new beauty technology there was to try.

“Rumor has it that Snow Fenner is Tyr Summers’ mistress. If we do anything to Snow Fenner, things will get messy really quickly.” Leon Perez was making things up when he said that Snow was Tyr’s mistress. However, he wasn’t completely wrong to say that Tyr would come for Snow if anything happened to her. “So?” Pendragon snickered. “What about this, Mr. Pendragon?” Leon said. “There are a lot more female celebrities here in Strego City who are just as attractive as Snow Fenner. I will have them over quickly, and you can pick the one you like the most.”

I knew there was more to his words. Laila's health had always been fragile, so I had always done her Werewolf Academy homework for her. She had even asked me to cheat for her in exams. She didn't want my grades to surpass hers, yet through plagiarizing my work, she became the top student in the Werewolf Academy. In truth, she hadn't even started her thesis yet. She was just waiting to copy mine. Noticing my silence, Mom spoke in a low voice. "You know how bright Laila is. It's just her health… You're her sister. Help her out, okay?"

It was the first time he had seen a trace of ferocity on Felicia's face, which was as beautiful as that of a celestial being. "This matter can't be taken lightly. We need to discuss it further." Perfume Institute, Jadeite passed through the large wooden screen painted with landscapes and arrived at the high counter where the Lady sat. She leaned against a small table with a cup of tea beside her. Emma, dressed in a pale blue silk dress with tied sleeves, sat on a smaller counter nearby, gently massaging the Lady's legs. She looked up and smiled as she conversed with the Lady. Meanwhile, Lady Tam, seated beside the Lady, held a teacup and occasionally exchanged a few words. Felicia and her yo

With her wedding approaching, she became the center of attention. Whenever people spoke about me now, they simply shook their heads. “Lady Leanora… What a waste of her title as the Royal City’s finest noble lady.” “Exactly. She’s beautiful, elegant, educated, and skilled in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. However, with a sister like that beside her, what can she offer?” One day, Rosalind cornered me in the study and pressed her hand down on my brush.