Marianne Vi Britannia Novels & Stories

She fixed her dress as she noticed a few wrinkles, as if that would make her less old, scary and annoying, and then she strutted away. My stomach started rumbling again because of the smell of freshly baked bread coming from the kitchen. But eating was less of my worry now. I started walking to the exit, and before I could reach the lone door, I noticed a lady sitted in front of the fire. She was on the floor. Eating. “Martha? Is that you?” I asked her as I walked closer to confirm. “Mathilda, you scared me my child.” It was Martha. The head cook of the convent.

The door opened and Lily, the maid smiled gently at the invited guest of Amelia. "You must be madam Tara. We've been expecting. The young madam is waiting in the living room" the maid said politely. Tara squinted her eyes, feeling suspicious of the maid. While Tara was talking with Amelia on the phone, she had imagined extreme circumstances that she would find Amelia in. Tara had imagined Amelia getting bullied by the servants. She had also imagined that the servants would have no respect for her whatsoever because she was not from a prominent family. Tara faked a smile and walked into the mansion.

She has to be there, not just there, right beside me as the Queen. /// Sorry for the short chapter, the next one is super long and that is also the last chapter. Thank you so much for being this super patient with me❤️❤️

CATALINA “What’s the name of the island?” I curiously asked as Abby and I paved the beautiful and comfortable road heading to the school. According to her, it's a walking distance from the village. “Isle of Marci.” Isle of Marci. Coming from Dante’s family name. I inhaled the cool air that gave me comfort. There is greenery everywhere, it’s so pure and fresh. Green paddy plants and colorful flowers blossomed around, bestowing scenic beauty to the road as if someone had spread colorful carpets alongside the road.

Smiling sweetly, she said, "Such a sharp tongue. It seems the Dowager Queen has spoiled you. All the more reason for you to be cautious and mindful of your behavior, lest you bring shame upon her. Marjorie served the Dowager Queen once as well. Let her give you some pointers in proper court etiquette. Marjorie, see to it." Marjorie, understanding the Queen’s true intent, replied, "Yes, Your Majesty." She stepped forward, ready to demonstrate, but Miranda ignored her, lifting her head proudly and turning to face the Queen. Her eyes, now raised without a trace of deference, gleamed with defiance as she gave a cold, mocking smile.

Tall, dark red stilettos. She’s wearing a sating dress that clings onto her body perfectly, complemented by the dazzling jewelry around her neck and wrists. Her hair, her smile, her eyes, she looks incredible. I soon realise that she is not the woman I met last night. Something has changed, and her aura has shifted into something dangerous. Tristan’s body is still turned to me, but his eyes are fixed on Bella, with his lips slightly parted in awe. Her scent fills the room. “Miss Ward, please have a seat.”

Ophelia Maine's POV Ophelia Maine—the queen of the stage, myself was known for my excessive beauty. Upon marrying a man who's quite famous, I even gained more attention from the media. But truly.. no one has ever wondered why such a queen would be a narcissist, and obsessed with fame, except for my lovely daughter. "Mommy, why do you like attention so much?" A cute, little 7 year old Charlotte Maine asked. We were currently in my room, about to go to bed when my darling suddenly asked me that question.

CHAPTER ONE What a day! Chava Maurice, a young and beautiful young lady, slim and average in height who worked as a fashion consultant in one of the fashion homes in Losantiville dropped on her bed, with each pair of her burgundy shoes here and there. She had had a hectic day and all she dreamt of was a good bath, a good meal, and a good sleep. It was already past 7 P.M. and thankfully the next day was Saturday. She had drifted to sleep a little bit before her phone rang. After blindly rummaging through her handbag for a while without finding anything, she sat up and carried out a proper search but by the time she found the phone, the call had ended. She stared at the foreign number that had

“Yes, you must. Your marriage must be consummated or else it won’t be good at all. Forget everything about him and just see a new beginning.” “So, how do I know what I must do?” “You will realize that you have so many powers that can make anyone bow to you. Your enemies won’t be able to approach you without you knowing but always remember once you fall in love with someone you won’t be able to guess his actions.” “That’s….” “It’s time to wake up now, you have arrived,” the woman said and she blew herself away. She opened her eyes and realized that she was at the hall and the maids were summoning her. She stretched out her hand and got off the carriage.

"Yes, ma'am." "Please wait," she said before wearing her glasses. I had only one word for Annabelle Siromani. Unpredictable. When she wore her glasses, her facial expression changed. She looked like an evil Egyptian queen. She literally looked that way. I began to wonder how someone could change in a matter of milliseconds.