Milady Chapter 12 Novels & Stories

Then she remembered Cheri’s lessons, her voice echoing in her mind as clearly as if she were standing beside her. “Remember, you’re walking with Ethan Moretti next to you. Stand tall, shoulders back, head high. Imagine a crown on your head to keep perfect posture.” Millie realized her shoulders had been slouching, and she quickly adjusted, straightening her spine and lifting her chin. Her stride became more deliberate, her movements more graceful. As they ascended the steps toward the second tier of the massive round table, she forced herself to maintain the air of confidence Cheri had drilled into her.

Tongues slid together, slick and hungry. Mira’s hands found the hem of her shirt, pushing it up and off in one impatient motion. The girl's skin was flushed, her bra a simple black lace that Mira wasted no time unhooking. She palmed the pretty girl's breasts, thumbs circling the stiff peaks, drawing out whimpers that grew louder with every pass. The pretty girl retaliated by grinding down harder, her hand slipping beneath the waistband of Mira’s shorts, fingers tracing the damp heat through her panties.

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She blushed furiously, tinged with embarrassment at the vivid memory. Once Melina was suitably bathed and refreshed, she was led back to the chamber by the maids, their gentle touch guiding her every step along the way. The warmth of the bath still clung to her skin as she was settled down in front of the grand vanity. Her reflection stared back at her, her damp hair neatly combed and cascading down her shoulders. The maids worked diligently, adorning her with delicate fabrics and intricate jewels. They slipped a gown of shimmering silk over her shoulders, the fabric draping gracefully against her curves. Each piece of jewelry was carefully selected and placed, accentuating her beauty and gr

She is sure this night gown will be a perfect fit because she and Mimi are almost the same body size. She walked towards the bed and placed the clothes on the bed. She walked towards where she guessed to be the bathroom. Entering it, she closed the door behind her and her eyes roamed the shiny and spacious bathroom with a large bathtub and a bathing side. Her eyes moved to the left where she stood, and she saw herself in the mirror. She took in her pathetic face, making her heart ache. Sighing, she stripped off her clothes and packed her hair. *********** Along the hallway, Mimi was walking cheerfully, humming a song by Taylor Swift. She stared at her feet, admiring her new polished nails as

When Katherine didn't seem convinced, she added: "He likes you, but you need to tease him a bit to undermine his defenses. Slow and steady. Let me teach you a few tricks." When Hazel saw her lady again, she wondered what kind of spices she had eaten without her knowing. She was red from head to toe and when Hazel asked her what happened, she drank her water so fast that it entered the wrong pipe. After a coughing fit of nearly five minutes, Hazel had completely forgotten about her original question, asking instead with sparking eyes: "Milady, can you also heal coughing?" Katherine very nearly rolled her eyes at her short-time memory. But, well, as long as it was in her favor, she wouldn't re

If I were ever to make a mistake or slip up, she'd leave me one of her pretty post-it notes with flowers with whatever mistake I made written in thick cursive with little hearts over the l's. The door to the conference room opened, and I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding. Mila walked in timidly with her work IPad, and other work files clutched to her chest. Light caramel tawny-colored vibrant locks flowed down her back in effortless waves, her choppy bangs falling, framing her heart-shaped face beautifully. Thick brown brows took place above celestial honey eyes with little green swirls if you looked closely. A rounded nose that fit her face rested above a defined cupid's bow

Her dream was growing, unfolding faster than she’d ever imagined. Liana stood near the main desk, her eyes moving over the lineup of gowns displayed on mannequins. Her fingers brushed the sleeve of a silk dress — one of her favorites, with a daring open back and a soft, flowing train. Every stitch felt personal, every cut deliberate. This was her voice, her identity made tangible. “Miss Carver,” Mila called, stepping in with her ever-present tablet. “You might want to sit down before I say this.” Liana turned, one brow raised. “That bad?”

"Milady, you have to get ready." "Right," she beamed and stood. "I can't wait for us to get married, babe." She giggled and rushed out of Sandro's room. She rushed to her room and took a warm bubble bath as she listened to a love song. She couldn't wait for them to get married. After her bath, her stylist prepared everything. They dried her hair and became busy making her pretty. "Light makeup will highlight your beauty," the stylist said. She nodded with a big smile.

She didn’t allow herself to glance back—not toward Lucien’s door, not toward the corner where she’d first seen Evelyn standing like a thief caught in the lanternlight. Her own chamber sat at the far end of the east wing. By the time she reached it, the fire in her muscles had eased, but the coil of suspicion in her chest remained tight. She pushed the door open, stepping into the warm glow cast by the hearth. The air here smelled faintly of rose oil and the beeswax polish Stephanie favored for the carved furniture. Mira loosened the clasp at her throat and crossed to the vanity. Her reflection greeted her with sharp cheekbones and eyes too alert for the hour. She reached for the pins in her