Lux Series By Jennifer Armentrout Mga Nobela at Kwento

There were many reasons why many heiresses liked Luxie. Not only was the fact that its name was tied slightly to luxury but the decor and ambiance was just something else to behold. From the crystal glasses that make the lighting on the room even more beautiful and conspicuous and the polished tables and chandeliers that dangled down from the roof. The music in Luxie was always the most elegant. From violin to piano to recitals to solos. It was so elegant that being in such space alone was enough to make you feel good.

***** [Juliette's POV] ‘Are you alright, Miss Lux? I looked up and irritation zoomed up to my nostrils. ‘Must I be bright and cheerful looking through these numbers?’ And Janet was taken aback. ‘Sorry. But I can't help but notice that you looked paler than usual.’ I slapped the file on the desk and snapped, ‘You’re a woman too, Janet. You know perfectly well why we get tired at certain time of the month.’ ‘Y-Yes, Miss Lux. I'll get these files to the Chairman.’ She spun away to hide her embarrassment.

---- MEANWHILE, BACK INSIDE THE PARTY Lux’s POV The crowd's cheers for our dance faded into the background as I finally pulled myself off the sofa. Pushing past the crowd, I barely made it to the balcony, stumbling over my own feet like a drunk girl in heels while my clit throbbed with an intensity that made my steps wobbly. My chest heaved as if I’d just run a marathon. I was burning alive, every nerve in my body buzzing like a live wire, and I needed air desperately. Gripping the railing like my life depended on it, I sucked in deep breaths of the cool night air, hoping it would calm me down. However, it proved insufficient as the heat persisted.

Surprisingly, Henry remained calm. I dragged her into the ladies' restroom and locked the door behind me. I had a present for her, and it wouldn't be appropriate to give it to her publicly. It was a vibrator I bought from A****n, intending to try it with her. I intended to torture her with it, to make her crave me even more, perhaps to the point of begging for it. "You better not pull it," I threatened. "You will come begging," I said and exited the ladies' room.

Without wasting another moment, and not giving it another thought, Stacy searched for room no 706. As she found the room, she swiped the white card and the doors opened. She entered and saw there was no electricity and saw there was a holder beside the door which looked like the card's size. She put it on the holder and the room lit with light. A smile spread across her lips because it was the first time she entered a royal suite. The room suddenly looked royal. White paint with designer carvings on the corners of the walls. The bedroom was detached from the drawing room and there was an open kitchen. The whole room had golden lights and the couches looked classic with the maroon color. It w

Gina returned to her room, her cheek wet with tears. She laid back on the bed, spewing out tears. That tiny gleam of happiness and joy that she got had disappeared into thin air, leaving behind gloominess and sorrows. She pulled the duvet over her body. ** Jace drank three bottles of rum at a stretch. His stomach churned aggressively as the hot liquid spread all over his stomach. He became sober. His jaw slackened as he rose to his feet with bloodshot eyes. He staggered forward crashing into the table.

Lydia walked through the shelves quietly, her fingers brushing against the old books as she made her way to the section labeled “Luxemount History & Events.” Three books and two dusty binders later, Lydia ended up flipping through an old leather album filled with pictures from past galas. Every page screamed legacy privilege. Generations of Luxemount elite dressed in finery, their smile confident, their posture perfect. In one photo, a tall man who looked like Ethan stood next to a woman in white gown. Laurent senior and his chosen bride, no doubt. The woman wasn’t even smiling big, but her eyes...her eyes looked like she had won

Alexander While talking to his friend Adrian, Alexander took a slow sip of his expensive wine. He had to admit that Adrian had done an excellent job with the party decorations. When he looked around the grand hall, he noticed a massive crowd of elite guests mingling, chatting, and laughing loudly. But his gaze was inexplicably drawn to a specific maid. She looked absolutely stunning in her new uniform. He couldn't pull his eyes away from her. Her gorgeous hair fell loosely down her back, and she wore just enough light makeup to highlight her delicate features. The shimmering silver blouse and tight black pencil skirt were the ideal match for her slender figure. He silently watched her wander

I was hарру to lounge on thе bed wаtсhіng him расk my саѕе. “Rіght, ѕkіnnу jеаnѕ, T-ѕhіrtѕ, tорѕ, cardigans, jumреrѕ, that’s уоur dау wear done. Fіvе раіr оf руjаmаѕ and slippers. Nіghttіmе, wе hаvе thrее drеѕѕеѕ, two рlауѕuіtѕ, twо раіrѕ оf heels аnd a blасk clutch bag thаt will gо wіth аll thе оutfіtѕ. Anуthіng else?”

he said with a short laugh, and I felt a tiny spark of comfort. Ten minutes later, we pulled up in front of Luxe & Co. My jaw dropped. The famous Luxe & Co., known for its expensive couture handbags, watches, and jewelry, glittered under the streetlights. I felt a mix of awe and nerves… seriously, who shops here at 4 a.m.? “Give me a minute while I head in. I’ll be quick,” Walt said, getting out and closing the door behind him. I exhaled slowly, my hands tightening on my hoodie. My heart was pounding, my head spinning