Lady Phenex Novels & Stories

Damien's mother said, as she pulled Damien outside the door, leaving me and the five maids alone. I remained my chin high, and said in a gentle tone, "Why don't we introduce ourselves first? Greetings ladies, my name is Charlotte Hayes." "That last name won't last though," the 2nd maid said, a cheesy joke coming out from her mouth. Three of them started laughing, like a giggle.

Okay everything this woman is saying is actually sounding like she's explaining and describing me. ".....She is Muriel Xavier, popularly known as White Wolf. She isn't one of those girl who will wake up, put on make up and play dumb just to get a man. She is a warrior and —" Damn this woman has been talking for what seemed like decades so I just had to cut her off.

A smile appeared on her face as she walked briskly. Over the next few days, Lady Cecilia Longhorn continued to wander around among the noble ladies. She was still the most noble lady who was surrounded by the stars and the moon. She went to the shopping mall, bought jewelry, and played in the meditation room, drinking tea, and the theater. Beside her, there was no shortage of ladies of aristocratic families who had rich families and were elegant and beautiful. Everyone knew that the mute wife of the Fergusons had been eliminated. Although Blake had been married once and had a son, it did not hinder the girls from favoring him.

───── ❝ R U B Y F R I D A Y ' S P O V ❞ ──── ║ Gregorian Calendar ║ 01 - 01 - 2027 ║ Friday ║ 1st Midnight ║ "Strange to say, but our uniform seemed to suit you better." Staring myself in front of the mirror, I heard Serene voiced out beside me with a feminine smile etched on her face. With her words, I unconsciously touched the midnight-lavender fabric cautiously and observed my reflection. Cocking my head side to side, I sighed as I realize she was right. The fabrics of this Institution's uniform, from its long sleeves, skirts, and vests, draped around my frame in a way that the clothing I normally chose could not — or would not — match.

The only thoughts in my head were those of Pete and how he was going to lose both balance and focus the minute he sets his eyes on me. I had a lacy red slightly below the bum insanely hot dress on with very high silver stiletto heels and of course, lots of silver accessories. Catherine did my makeup as she insisted that I needed to own the show and in her own words, show Pete exactly what he would have missed with his cowardice." I couldn't fathom how she was so quick to attribute Pete's actions to cowardice not like I was going to challenge the statement because, yunno my flawless face-beat was not something I was willing to risk over Catherine's extremely wild temper.

Although the impact unexpectedly restored my mental capabilities, I chose to maintain the facade of my previous condition. Fenelle played a crucial role in my supposed rehabilitation, guiding me through fitness exercises and neurological-stimulating massages. These sessions provided a level of physical closeness with her that I was unwilling to forfeit. During our scheduled workout today, Fenelle donned a form-fitting pink yoga ensemble that accentuated her curves. As she followed a workout on television, she performed several demanding poses, encouraging me to mimic her movements. One particular cat-like stretch, in which she pressed her chest to the floor and elevated her hips, was incredi

the woman said, her voice laced with amusement, not venom—but it burned all the same. I stepped closer to Jim, lowering my voice to a whisper. "What’s going on, Jim? Who are these people? I thought we were meeting alone." He chuckled, lightly swirling the glass in his hand—a 2005 Château Margaux, I recognized it instantly. A wine that costs more than most cars. "Eleanor," he said, gesturing with the glass, "allow me to introduce Lady Patricia Williams." I blinked. "You don’t say…" "The same," he confirmed. "Owner of LUXE ASTRIA and the international studio. Fashion mogul. Media queen. Global icon."

He’d done that, too. And the Lady Alexia Graham she had always been would never do something like this. She would never so much as consider it. Lady Alexia Graham was unfailingly polite, scrupulously well mannered, and she did not create scenes. Ever. She did volunteer charity work. She facilitated conversations between the kinds of businessmen who frequented clubs like this, and made them run smoother. She was a credit to her bloodline, as her father liked to tell his friends.

"No cheap woman can get in here," Arthur clenching his jaw, "except those who look for back roads." I knew something was wrong when everything was going too smoothly. I don't know when the door to Euphorotica's main hall opened, letting in the arrogant, witch-like woman, who came over just to taunt me on the opening day of the academy exam period.

She looked warily at Acheros with narrowed eyes. "Don't come close!" Katheryn said as she glared at Acheros. "Why did you suddenly run away from the mansion?" Instead of doing what Kath said, Acheros asked a question. Katheryn snorted. "What I'm doing has absolutely nothing to do with you. So don't interfere with my business! Just take care of your future wife who pretends to be innocent! Geez! Just looking at her face makes me want to throw up. Your taste is really low, eh?" she said sarcastically. Katheryn was provoked by her anger, in contrast to Acheros, the man was really good at controlling his emotions. His face was still the same.