Lalu Rue Novels & Stories

But she shoved her doubts aside and took a leap of faith. "Cairo, if this is some sort of trap. I'm going to f*cking stake you," Layla muttered under her breath as she started her journey. It was just about five o'clock as Layla walked along the city street. There were plenty of people walking around and touring the many shops that St. Louis Street harbored. The road was narrow and the buildings were short and quaint. The Victorian style was prominent throughout the buildings as well as plantation-style homes with balconies on mostly every building with metal poled guardrails.

“Dad’s the same, grumbling about the crops. Mom’s just happy one of us is at least ‘useful’ to the family and chosen as the Consort for the Lord. They don't really care about the details, Lena. They just care that the Hale name is safe.” The door opened, and Rue walked in. She looked perfectly calm, her face back to that mask of sweet, doting concern. “I am so sorry, Lena. The palace is a maze! I turned the wrong corner and ended up wandering for ages before I found the washroom.” I looked at her, seeing the monster behind the smile for the first time. I forced myself to nod. “It’s fine, Rue. I’ve lived here for weeks and I still get lost.”

"You're so cute when you're blushing." "T-Stop it Rax!" "Why, baby? Did I do anything wrong?" his innocent promise was accompanied by a weak laugh. I think this man is playing with me! "S-Shut up!" he just smiled back at me. Just fifteen minutes later we arrived at Lalaine's house. It's not that far from their house. Also, no traffic here like in big cities.

[ELARA] Ruelle insists on taking the horses instead of a palanquin, much to the distaste of Lady Celia. Despite all of her mother’s efforts to persuade her, Ruelle remains stubbornly set on her wish to ride into the forest, claiming, “I’ve grown up now, and I can make my own choices!”

Here's the address, Brambila estate, 7th arrondissement, Paris. Hope to see you soon and congratulations once again'

[Villa 612] “Lady Layla, welcome to mansion 612!” Fotune said in a respectful voice and bowed. The two rows of maids lined up on either side also bowed to Fotune. Seeing Fotune crouch, Layla stepped inside the gate, officially entering the mansion.

William looked out the window and saw the house that she was referring to and replied; “But sir, that’s your house, don’t you remember? We just have to make a turn ahead to get to the entrance Gate” A bright smile stretched on Lara’s lips. Does that mean she has enough money to make Jude’s life miserable? She wondered. They convoy took a turn and the big golden gate came to view. “Royal Villa” was inscribed boldly on the gate. “How rich Is this guy?” Lara asked no one in particular. The car drove in, Lara admired the beautiful flowers that graced the gardens with their beauty. This place was a beacon of paradise, even the scent of roses lingered in the air.

[Ralph's POV] 12:35 p.m Luke Paufertee, that son of a bitch. He was taking me on a merry-go-round ride. In the past thirty minutes, I'd gone to Queens Avenue, Orchard Street (a few traffic lights down), Mall Street (another few junctions away), and back to Queens Avenue. Now, I'm on my way to Franken Street, which is right in the middle of the shady side of town. I glanced at the rearview mirror, and the road behind me was empty.

"Ah, perfect. You are on the perfect street. Rue du Faubourg Saint-Honoré has many beautiful boutiques. Hermès is just down the street, and there is a wonderful small bookshop called Galignani that has been here since 1520." A bookshop from 1520. Casual. "That sounds perfect. Thank you." "Shall I arrange a car?" "I'd rather walk, if that's okay." Céline looked delighted. "Mais oui, of course! Walking is the best way to see Paris. Here, I will give you a small map."

~092 Ascension The Château de Roux was a fortress masquerading as elegance. Hidden deep in the Bordeaux countryside, the ancient estate had been restored to perfection-complete with marble courtyards, a ballroom bathed in gold light, and towering iron gates laced with hidden surveillance. Nova never did anything halfway. Bella adjusted the silk sash of her midnight-blue gown as she stepped out of the sleek black car. Her heels clicked against the gravel, the night air sharp with pine and smoke.