Madam Shyarly Novels & Stories

"What is wrong with you Mateo? Why.." "You.. You seem very happy and I am glad about that." Well, not the expression I expected. Wait, he wasn't jealous? "What do you mean?" "Madam, I mean you and the boss are such sweet couples and I hope you both remain and flourish that way." Madam? He called me madam! What the fuck! "Madam? Who the hell is that? And why would you.." "Astrid, madam, or whatever it doesn't change anything, or does it?"

she replied. The young woman immediately rose up from her seat and offered a curtsy. “My deepest apology for not properly introducing myself; and boldly coming here with no prior notice.” “Nah. It’s fine as long as you were aware of your actions,” Lady Francesca immediately dismissed the part. “I am Lady Hariet Syford, the younger sister of Dynirho by nine years,” the young woman started. Then, the Feledencian woman had confirmed the ground on their identical features.

In Adrian’s eyes, we are all just whores. “Come with me, Ally,” Shirley beckoned. Shirley is of Asian origin, which I assumed to be Japanese or Korean. She possessed dark curls that twirl their ways around her shoulders. Her off-shoulders dress accentuated her curvy figure. “We’ll get you out of here; then we’ll shop for your dress and begin the training.” I rubbed my hand over the red mark on my face where Adrian had last slapped me. Shirley offers me her ointment, applying it for me with a sigh. My face was still smarting.

Then, I slowly opened the entrance. ‘I’m right. It’s one of the three.’ “Harriet Avellino,” madam Sherly called me with authority. “Let’s talk.” She barged in my room and closed the door without my consent. As she looked back, her brows soared up high. Then, she crossed her arms and arrogantly lifted her chin. Madam Sherly is still beautiful even in the age of early 40. Well, where will Zion and Madell inherit their good genes? Yet no matter how pretty she is, the way she looks and smirks display a monster like appearance.

Her brow furrowed when she didn't recognize the number calling, but she was curious. ["Miss, you finally picked up," the voice on the other end of the phone said, confusing Sharlynn. "Who?" asked Sharlynn. ["Miss, it's me, Margaret. The late Madam's maid. I'd like to give you some information, and I hope you'll come right away."] "Margareth, I don't think anyone will take my side after Odette and Rolanda's instigation," Sharlynn said happily.

Sherly entered her condo, and the smile that adorned her face in Keisley's presence was fading away. He couldn't help but sighed as she entered her own space. Her demeanor shifted, revealing a cold and calculating aura as she closed the door behind her. The urgency of the text she received lingered in the air, and her eyes darkened as she reached for her phone. She stared at the message from one of her people. The message from Maria, one of her trusted aides in the underworld, was brief but enough to raise alarms.

The dark haired girl said, at her words, she saw the other girl who was called Mara, flared up with anger, the Blondie girl looked at Sharriah, as if she was the cause of everything, "She stinks, if she is a new maid Clara, then I don't need her in this castle." Mara said already disgusted at the young lady who stood five feet away from her. "Who are you?" Clara said, ignoring her sister's words, she wondered who she was and why she was here, "My name is Sharriah, I am..." Sharriah said stopping at her words, she didn't want to tell them who she was, that she was a slave, they might throw her out of the castle, or maybe even send her to the dungeon.

the doctor said. "Thank you, doc" as the doc smiles and left. --- "Sweetie, do you want a rib-eye steak or a pork barbecue?" my mom shouted from the kitchen. "I'll have the pork barbecue, mom. Thank you!" I shouted out. 'Hilary is missing' 'Hilary is missing' 'Hilary is missing' The line keeps repeating on inside my head. I feel anxious, worried, and confuse. "Where is she?" a whispered sentence escape my mouth.

She was currently doing completely the opposite of what she had disliked. "In his memories, Shyla was a gorgeous one, and had beautiful eyes, a mesmerizing face, an adorable and dazzling smile, and had a pleasant temper and She had chubby cheeks. Mainly, she was crazy about food, desserts, and sweets in particular. Each time she relished palatable food, she stuffed lots of things into her mouth like a cute hamster munching her food." an adorable smile crept on his face, without his knowledge. But, when he saw Shyla's current pale face, it immediately disappeared.