Milady Persona Novels & Stories

She queried. " Yes, Grandma– I need to save Desmond, I can't lose him, please help me." She cried. " Good, i'm glad you finally accepted who you are.” She chortled. “Now you've got to let the old you, the timid, weak and downcasted Gisella die so that you can embrace the new you, your reflection.” "My reflection?” She mumbled with a furrowed brow. " Yes, Gisel, your reflection– The real you within. The bold, brave, courageous and determined, you. Your inner being." She emphasized.

Pinilit ko nalang na ngumiti rito, we never know, magiging bestie pala kami sa darating na mga panahon. "I thought 'di mo na'ko natatandaan, Ms. Diwane---" "Mrs. Mrs. Diwane..But you can call me, Milary at 'di agad ako nakakalimot ng mga taong tumulong sa'kin.." She corrected while still smiling at me. "Good to hear that then. And just call me Samantha, Milary." I answered while nodding my head and a fake smile still pasted on my face.

Looked in the mirror. Damn. The red made my skin glow. The slit showed just enough leg to be criminal. I stepped into the heels, wobbled once, then steadied. Turned side to side. I looked like trouble. The good kind. Mila wolf-whistled when I walked out. “Okay, he’s dead. You’re gonna kill him. Heart attack. Instant.” I spun. “Think so?” “Think? Babe, he’s gonna forget his own name.” She circled me, inspecting. “Hair down. Smoky eyes. Red lip. You’re weaponizing yourself.”

In less time than it takes for me to walk back across the room to her, two female servants enter the room, neither one particularly remarkable, both in the livery of West Castle with their heads bowed appropriately. “Milady Carnelia is ready for her bath,” I announce. “You will attend to her.” “Yes, My Prince,” they both say in unison. “As you will it.” The younger of the two ladies approaches Carnelia. She has the burnished bronze skin of a southerner, her black eyes twinkling and bright. “If it does please you to follow me, Milady, I will show you the way.” Carnelia brings herself up straight and proud and nods to the young woman whose face lights up at her approval. The girl turns, and Ca

• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • LATE AFTERNOON . Mili stood in front of the mirror after taking a shower. She wore that delicate lace lingerie she had in her collection for a long time but she never dared to put it on her curves. It was blush pink with soft satin ribbons. She wanted to hold him. Wanted to soften him, touch him, bring back the warmth in his eyes that now only flickered before the morning arguments. It's been days since she had felt him ...first those days of her distancing herself and then her periods.

Mila wondered if this was her real personality or if she was just faking it just to gain all the love she could get. "You know, you can stop acting all pure and innocent now," Mila confronted her, irritated. "Does it bother you?" Felicia asked, googly-eyed. "Why would it bother me? I just don't like it when people lie about their personalities," she replied. "Well, I don't see a reason why this should be your concern," Felicia frowned "It is not," she hissed "I'm here to show you around town, and you should be grateful for that," Felicia spat.

Because they are good-hearted and know how to treat people with love, which is lacking in this palace, where everyone was conspiring among themselves. “Milady, you’re glowing,” Johanna remarked at first, Rihanna then joining in, “You’re radiating with a womanly aura. The charisma you are carrying today is enough to make people crazy about you. Milady, God has taken his time to create you. I don’t think there is anyone more beautiful than you in this world. “Ah, you two are such sweet mouths, thank you. Well, why are you here? I’m all set, and there’s no need for more grooming,” Elsa said, tugging a small pin in her loose bun to keep it in place as Elsa completed her look.

Charlotte Hayes’ POV My mind was racing with questions. But I can't be afraid in front of this man. "Who knows?" I said, still smiling. I chuckled, causing Luca to smile slightly. He looked at me for a split second before bowing and said elegantly, "Well then. Milady, follow me." We were walking down the spacious hallways, greeted by various paintings as we passed.

Lily got down the bed and went to the washroom to freshen up. After taking a bath, and dressing up the maid did Lily’s hair and a slight makeup. “Is applying makeup that important? By the way, what is your name and don’t call me Milady. It feels like I am living in some ancient era,” Lily stated with a faint smile. “It is my work so I had to do. My name is Clara Blake.” “It is my pleasure to meet you Clara,” asserted Lily. Clara passed her a smile. After she was ready, Clara brought her out of the room where she saw Lucian was waiting for her.

We stood there awkwardly for a moment, neither of us quite sure how to begin. “You can come in properly, don't look so scared,” I said gently, stepping aside. “I have no intentions of harming you.” That earned me the faintest curve of her lips, though she still hovered near the door as if ready to bolt. “What's your name, dear?” “I’m… I’m Carol, Milady” she said at last. “I was assigned to you the first week...but you dismissed me.” “Well, Carol,” I replied, gesturing toward the bed, “I apologize for dismissing you. But I'm about to die from loneliness and despair. Sit with me. Please?”