Memoirs Of A Geisha Novels & Stories

Chloe asks excitedly. “No. “ I sigh. “A couple of the locals are getting together tonight for dinner and they asked me to come. The owner of the house you all rented, which is phenomenal by the way, is hosting it.” I tell her as I start unpacking my bags to find something to wear. When I open my suitcase I find many items that I don’t remember buying. I brush my fingers on a lacy piece of lingerie but really steals the cake is a barely there bikini and the underwear has a hole in the crotch.

I wore a deep emerald dress that hugged my body without looking desperate. The slit ran high enough to be bold but not reckless. My heels were taller than yesterday. I stood in front of the mirror and inhaled slowly, “focus.” When I stepped into the main dining hall that evening, it was even more excessive than the night before. Crystal chandeliers hanging low over long glass tables. Live string quartet in the corner, white tablecloths so clean they looked unreal with the staff moving silently with trays of champagne. Gal met me near the entrance. His eyes moved over me once, approving. “You understood memorable.”

Third-Person POV It hadn't even crossed Bridget's mind that she could have just bought something else. She was just too lazy to think of it. Sarah had to go back to work, and Bridget was politely asked to leave. It was still pouring outside, even harder than before, and it blurred Bridget's vision. She recalled the photos that she and Aiden had taken together in their graduation gowns that Aiden still used as his phone screen wallpaper. She suddenly remembered about the graduation gowns.

The Snow Moon Pack had a tradition. On each daughter's birthday, her parents added one snowflake-shaped gem to her ceremonial gown. They continued until the day of her bonding ceremony. Each gem represented one year of her life. It reflected her standing in the pack and carried everyone's hopes for her future. My father was the pack's Alpha, and every year he set the gems himself. Yet every year, after my father finished adding gems to the gowns of my two older sisters, Vivian and Bella, he forgot about mine. Whenever I asked him to add a gem to my gown, he always gave me the same answer. "We haven't mined many snowflake gems these past few years. Your sisters come first. I'll make it up to

At least the skirt was waist-high, and my long hair fell in loose curls, covering me a bit. Gah, it’s in fashion. I know. And considering that some creatures roam almost naked it is pretty decent, but I’m just not the type to show my body. Trying to be as relaxed as possible I finished my second glass of wine. I had a couple of daggers hidden in the skirt’s folds, their silver color blending with the shimmering, light blue color of the set. So, I wasn’t defenseless. But still nervous. It was disgusting to seduce some pervs for information. I’m good at it though- still-

“Later, I am entering a lavatory lined with filthy brown tiles. It is devoid of any furniture save for a grungy, grotesque bathtub. Sitting in it is a woman, her back to me. I watch her rise from the bath, water dripping down her violin-shaped back. She turns to stare at me with black eyes. Then she walks towards me, naked and dripping. She is the one with a cube breast. Her name is Vera. I don’t know how I know this. The other two, their names are Mira and Marcella. They come out of the walls, their once-flat forms gaining dimension as they push out. They join their sister, one coming from the left, and one from the right, as if to ambush me. I ask them, ‘What are you?’ Their response is li

And that I had been looking at him. “Gosh, it’s adorable,” Mrs. Modeling Director’s Wife gushed, holding her hands to her chest. Oh, God. I hate the gushers. “Gina, you must tell us the story of how you met. I’d simply love to hear it.” Murmurs resonate around the table, and my throat tightened. That day was seared into my mind and my heart no matter how I tried to forget it. It was one of a thousand memories of that vacation that have locked themselves inside my body and refused to leave. And telling the story, actually telling it, instead of having a gentle reminder from George, made all the memories come to life again.

I had for once in my life no planning I had to go by, no plans or things to do or any expectations and I felt relaxed to have nothing to do but read a book in a hot bath. Once I was done taking a bath and a quarter of my book further I decided it was time to rinse myself off, I started to get hungry, which my mother would love, and figured it should be about time to maybe go downtown, get myself some new clothes and new books from the money I had saved and was still in the envelope I was given along with my train ticket.

Only if slightly. Her body paused, a confusion coming over her… but it still wasn’t enough. I needed more… I needed to push past the barrier in my head… to grab a hold of the deepest corners of my mind. …And I saw flashes of memories as I did so. Memories that made no sense. Of blood… of wolves… of a night filled with stars above. And running. So much running. “Give me the pen,” I huffed, unable to stop the tears from flowing now. “Give it to me, Myra.”

The woman confirmed and Tasha walked back to her. "I am a fortuneteller. Will you like to know what your future will look like?" The woman offered. She quickly wore a smile and confessed. "I don't have money on me." "It’s fine. It's free." The woman walked closer to her. "Okay, ma." She accepted. The woman took a stone out of the basket and placed it on Tasha's forehead. The stone blinked blue, and suddenly changed to red, and the woman opened her eyes and mouth in shock. "What?!"