Louise Spencer Novels & Stories

Vivienne had just splashed water on her. Louisa sat there in a daze. Speechless. Anger riled up in her. She hadn't recovered from one attack yet and the next was happening. Vivienne knew how to play her games well. She was a cunning witch that wasn't to be trusted. “Oh my god! Why are you so careless Louisa? I was going to help you up” Vivienne purred sweetly, crouching down to her level, a sly smile crawling up her lips the moment she met Louisa’s eyes.

I would have hated it if she didn’t like me. Mrs. Lachlan's discerning eye didn't miss a beat as she surveyed the array of plain wedding dresses before us. With a gentle yet assertive tone, she said, "Mary deserves to wear something truly beautiful on her special day. This doesn’t suit her." "My mother agrees," I interjected before my mother said something rude that would make Mrs. Lachlan feel like I am their adopted child, "but Mr. McKinnon said no. He doesn't want my wedding to outshine his son's, so he sent this woman to show the dresses that he has accepted."

Thus she would attend the white party, then she would sleep with Don, and after she had given him the best sex experience, she would wave all sort of lies, such that Don would be furious, and he would hunt Alexis to death, thus Lucy dressing today was a dress to kill. Actually Lucy was a beautiful one, she was the type whom you can gave all your salary to just to have her for a night, Lucy had a black long hair, and her facial was a smooth one with no spot, her legs were long and white like a porcelain doll, in fact Lucy was a beauty without no doubt.

- Unfortunately James remained too alive in her life, traumatizing her in every possible way. "Relax, rest assured that in here and while you are under my wing no one will touch you. I'll be right here, wanting to see all the looks." Louise tried them all on, they were all perfect and even though it seemed like a miracle I got all the numbers right. After trying them all on, she chose a long dress that had a detail from the waist down to the heel, a whole sexy opening. "Are your eyes amethyst?" - I had never noticed that, because she never looked up.

I pick up my shot, “We don’t have time for number three.” Not that Stace would need any reasons not to jump the guy's bones, she has the kind of confidence I wish I had. Stace is a natural beauty; she has a light smattering of freckles across her face and beautiful thick straight red hair with a hint of brown. Her eyes are the purest green I’ve ever seen. We’re the same height, but she has a figure to die for with curves in all the right places. Stace’s mother lovingly calls her a heartbreaker; society would call her a slut.

After all, what we don't know, can't hurt us. Now more about me, I am a Witch through my bloodline. I am a descendant of Elizabeth Howe, who was hanged as a Witch on the 19th of July 1692 during the Salem Witch Trials. The sad part about it is she was a Witch, but a White Witch who just wanted to live happily raising her six children.

I must have spent a while in the bathroom. I got dressed and made sure I looked my best. The lacey beige gown looked exquisite, and I did not look too thin in it. It hugged my body perfectly well, and I liked it. When I arrived in the north, Lucian called me an ugly bitch, and it stayed with me even though he said he didn't mean it. It had given me a complex, but I did not care. I was determined to look nice. I exited the room and looked for staff to show me the dining room.

— Luciana knew that they were talking about the little girl. —Well, that makes me very happy, I think you already know most of them, so before starting the meeting, I'm going to introduce you to my beautiful daughter, the person in charge of the company, Luciana Brown, honey, this is Santiago O 'Brien — Santiago smiled as he finally knew who the beautiful woman was and extended his hand.

“What are you doing, Spencer? What are you apologizing for? Didn’t you draw the Larkin Manor and her former mother-in-law in the ‘Contemplating Lady’? She is no longer one of the Larkins now. What does it concern her? “It’s just a painting. Is she going to say that you offended them with it? Furthermore, it’s a sketch. It’s not like you made it up!” She was such a hot-tempered lady and spoke bluntly. It was very unpleasant to hear. Spencer tried to stop her on multiple occasions but he failed to do so. So, he moved to cover her mouth, shook his head at her, and signaled her to stop speaking. The lady was having none of it. She tried to pull his hands away and glared at him.

As she went through Lizzie’s diaper bag, she let out a huge laugh. “No way,” she snorted. “I can’t. “What is it?” Spencer said. “This man,” she said in reference to Will. “Where did he think was taking her? He packed like… little baby ball gowns. There is a tiara in here!” “You’re kidding,” Spencer chuckled. Lizzie was still crying. He walked over to Sabrina and let out a full laugh. Tiny elaborate gowns and glitzy accessories were packed in the diaper. Maybe a few actual essentials were included, but that was it.