Mahalia Lancaster Novels & Stories

“I let you grow up believing you had a future.” Robert moved forward then, pulling a slim silver ring from his pocket and setting it on the table. “Enough,” he said. “Play the rest.” Charlotte hesitated. Elias didn’t. He slotted the ring into the reader. The new video loaded instantly. Julian, younger, harder, standing before a secure console. “Malcolm Lancaster is no longer aligned with the family’s survival. His ideology represents a fracture point we cannot allow to propagate.” A pause. “No martyr. No myth. No recovery.”

I'm tired of getting things for you, because mine always turns out bad Then he smiled, but his family laughed Belinda: thank you so much daddy. I love you Derek: thanks dad Lady Abbie : as a matter of fact, I got a call from Jessica and she said the service school enrolled new maids today and will train them for a month or two. When they graduate, I'll tell her to send me the best of them. So they'll work for you. Is that okay? Belinda: a month or two? That's still far

Camila I stared at the mirror unsure if the person I was looking at was me. My long black was braided a tone side and left to rest on the other side of my shoulder, my brown eyes were bright yet had a sad gleam to them. I wore a long handless black gown that had a long slit, up to my knee. I applied some lipstick and paired my outfit with a silver pair of high heels.

Caleb The Lancaster mansion hadn’t looked this alive in years. By six, the house was filled, laughter echoing down the marble corridors. It was my Dad’s birthday, Malcolm Lancaster, patriarch of a family that had built an empire out of law and cold ambition. He’d insisted on a “modest” celebration, which for him meant 100 people, imported wine, and two orchestras alternating in shifts. The rest of us, his sons, his relatives, the ghosts who carried his name, played our parts.

The first Lancasters were not born to wealth, they worked hard for their first land--Justus Lancaster was married to a maid and together they built an empire and a tradition was born. "Fine," Matthew leaned back and sighed, too tired to argue over a wardrobe overhaul. "Thank you," Ava sighed, glad that she made herself clear. She might have walked into a deal she had no control over, but she's not going to be someone's plaything, that's for sure. The car diverted and the mood inside shifted. ** A black car stopped in front of the Lancaster Mansion and Alice Winter stepped out of it, head held high and a temper so hot, she might combust any moment. Her assistant in tow.