Lady Sharma Bridgerton Novels & Stories

They were not allies anymore, so she didn't have to share her business with him anymore. Sheila wanted to reply to Liam and make some things clear, but before she could reply to him, the tapping sound of high heels on the floor, approaching them, caught their attention. As they turned around, they caught sight of a stunning woman approaching them. The woman looked like she was in her early thirties, with long blonde hair, hazel eyes, and she wore a stunning black evening gown that hugged her curves in all the right places. Liam frowned as he looked at the woman. Having spent the previous night reading files of his family enemies, Liam immediately recognised the woman as Sara, a successful bu

I only frowned, ignoring her words, lost in my thoughts, when the applause was heard. I gazed upward, and there she was… Lauren Crowhurst. Lady Crowhurst, the best actress, the former Beta's daughter of the Shadowfang pack and Callum's mistress, the home wrecker, and many more… She appeared radiant, poised, perfect in every way, which screamed of elegance and pride. Every smile calculated, every tilt of her head deliberate, which could sway men. And honestly, they are… Almost all eyes were watching her in awe. Specifically men, while their women were giving her side eyes.

Shama wore a long and royal gown with matching jewelleries. Her hair was open and her big crown sat on the top of her head. A little lip balm and Kajal worked perfectly on her face giving her a pretty and cute look. “Your majesty, to be honest, there isn’t anyone as pretty as you in this whole world. You are looking so beautiful right now.” The maids said while fixing her dress. “Ahaha, I am not going to be flattered. So save your butter.”

“Elizabeth Crown?” Liam stood up and shook hands with the lady who just walked over to his table. “Yes,” she replied with a small smile. She was wearing a black gown that exposed her cleavages, the slit on the gown was long up to her thighs. She didn't mind it. When she got a call that Mr. Liam wanted to see her, she was the happiest, forgetting to ask the reason for such a meeting. Everyone knows Liam Payne, one of the richest bachelors in Cyprus.

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.

Priya Sharma. I had seen her around before. She was beautiful, with large brown eyes, long curly black hair, and rich dusky skin. The problem was that she did not deserve to be with a man like Liam. Not because he was a royal beta and she was an omega, but because she was talented, intelligent, and calm. Liam, on the other hand, was pathetic. She deserved better. Even now, as I watched them sitting there, I noticed the same expression on her face as always.

Sharma had looked after her really well. Her only minor concern was that she was certain that, if he were to look, Mr. Sharma would be able to see the tops of her green hold-up stockings and her perfectly shaped milky smooth bottom as well as the bulge of her beautifully presented pussy through her miniscule matching thong, all under a petite white micro skirt. Luckily, Claire thought, Mr. Sharma was an old man, well past the age when a young woman, even one as gloriously attractive and fat-breasted as herself, would hold any sort of interest for him.

Rachel West said it ironically, James Smith stared at her coldly, and suddenly felt that this woman had really changed a lot. She had never spoken to him in such a sarcastic tone before. In front of him, she has always been flattering. Now her sarcastic and alienated attitude really made him a little uncomfortable, even a little annoyed. Just then, his phone rang suddenly, it was Max Holland. "Mr. Smith, Linda Park's boss, has been found out, her name is Lana Lance. She used to be a little-known actor. Later, she opened a studio and signed Linda Park, but Lana Lance didn't know much about the contract."

“ I was beginning to doubt Aristomache's visions. You are quite smart but slow. I am Moona, your goddess and your mother. " A tall lady with caramel skin that looked exactly like Bellamy said with a smile on her face. She had silver shinning hair and a cute pout on her face. She had Sapphire blue eyes and her body scented like nature. She wore a long shining white garment and her hair was decorated with flowers. She also had this powerful aura around her.

Tall, dark red stilettos. She’s wearing a sating dress that clings onto her body perfectly, complemented by the dazzling jewelry around her neck and wrists. Her hair, her smile, her eyes, she looks incredible. I soon realise that she is not the woman I met last night. Something has changed, and her aura has shifted into something dangerous. Tristan’s body is still turned to me, but his eyes are fixed on Bella, with his lips slightly parted in awe. Her scent fills the room. “Miss Ward, please have a seat.”