Lords Lady Novels & Stories

Over time, it has been proven that many vulnerable female maids use wolf's bane to protect themselves from the advances of werewolf soldiers. "I believe you are a very beautiful woman. May I inquire about your name?" I asked the maid who trembled in my presence, perspiring profusely to the point where her clothing was damp, even revealing through her undergarments. "I am Lily, my lord," she stuttered, folding her hands tightly as I pulled her closer by the waist. "Lily, tonight you shall warm my bed, and you will do so until I am fully satisfied. But before we proceed, are you a virgin?" I inquired, ensuring not to cause her any undue harm.

Her decision to bring both daughters on this visit likely had ulterior motives. This made the situation all the more intriguing. Noticing the deepening smile on Reginald’s lips, Lila’s cheeks flushed even redder. Lady Landon, sensing her daughter's distraction, discreetly pinched her back, snapping her out of her reverie. Lady Landon then launched into a stream of effusive praise for Miranda, scrutinizing her closely. Her gaze lingered on Miranda's bright, intelligent eyes and her serene, composed demeanor, which stirred a faint sense of unease in her heart. However, she concealed her feelings behind a smile as she turned to say, "Lord Croyso, you are truly fortunate to have such a fine daug

“Emma?” I turned and almost sagged in relief. Lila Rowan, my best friend, was grinning like she’d just won a fight. “I almost didn’t recognize you. You look… untouchable.” But even she couldn’t hide her glare when she saw Lucas across the room, Clara clinging to his arm like the perfect Alpha wife. “Want me to spill champagne on her dress?” Lila whispered. Tempting. And then, as if the night needed more enemies, Lady Mirelle Thorne appeared. She was the kind of beauty that made other women feel like prey — pale skin, crimson lips, and eyes fixed on Adrian like she already owned him.

I lifted my eyes to meet Lady Shire’s persistent stare, gratitude flooding my heart for her brave defence. “How dare you!” Lord Adolphus bellowed, his rage reverberating through the room. “I witnessed the entire incident as I am seated right before you,” Lady Shire retorted, gesturing towards the table directly before us. “Shire,” Monsieur Remus called out, his voice commanding her to stop the confrontation. Lady Shire turned her gaze towards me, her eyes brimming with concern. She extended her hand towards me, a gesture of kindness and understanding. “My Lord Adolphus, I understand her beauty may capture your attention, but it is never acceptable to touch a woman without her consent,” Lady

A light snow had begun to fall, dusting the stone paths and making the air crisp and biting. Lady Selena and Lady Elena were already there, along with Lady Morgana, Genevieve and a new face — Lady Vespera, a sharp-featured noblewoman from one of the eastern territories, known for her influence over trade routes. Morgana was in dark velvet, elegant and composed. Vespera’s gown was a midnight blue, her hair pinned with silver combs that caught the weak sunlight. They rose when I arrived, offering fake polite curtsies that somehow felt like someone throwing knives at me because they never do that.

She was keeping her voice low, hurriedly giving me a breakdown of the vipers waiting behind the double doors. "The one leading them is Lady Margaret, the head elder’s wife,"kate whispered, keeping her eyes fixed ahead. "Her toxic trait is her venomous tongue and extreme pride. She acts like she rules the harem and has been instigating the other women against you for years. Then there is Lady Cynthia, who smiles to your face but spreads malicious rumors about your worthlessness the moment your back is turned. And Lady Beatrice, who thinks she is untouchable because her family controls the southern trade routes."

The Kaelaris family is the wealthiest and most powerful in New York. If old Mr. Norefax were to learn that the engagement had been ruined by his own son, it might very well shorten his lifespan. At the thought, my mood improved slightly. I no longer had any interest in wasting time with these people and turned to leave. But Lily refused to let it go. Emboldened by having someone backing her, she stepped forward again and blocked my path. “Bitch, don’t think you can run! You stole my wine and tripped me—I haven’t settled the score with you yet!”

I'm not lying… technically speaking. Rey could feel his heart stop racing in relief, but the next question caused it to spike up yet again. “What about leaving the Royal Estate? Do you admit to not doing that as well?” The one who asked this question was the only female member of the council—Lady Vida Origa. She looked about thirty, with a mature face that anyone would describe as pretty. Her major appeal, however, was her curvaceous body. Her overflowing chest was a sight to drool over, and her thin waist, wide hips, and huge buttocks could not go unnoticed too.

"How many times are you going to be told what to do?" Someone was in trouble. I followed the sound of the voice. It was coming from the royal living quarters. "You dumb bitch!" The voice rang louder. Just in front of the living quarters was a lady. Her shoulder length ginger hair swayed as the screamed on top of her voice. Her white evening gown was studded with diamonds that attracted the sun rays. She was definitely a Lycan. Royalty.