Novel & Cerita Milady Persona

One person who calls herself 'The Rose. Madilyn. I march through the main house, ignoring the startled looks of the pack members I pass. The grief that was drowning me five minutes ago has solidified into a cold, hard diamond of rage. I throw the door open so hard it bangs against the wall. Madilyn is lounging on the chaotic spread of pillows on the bed, flipping through a fashion magazine. She’s wearing a silk nightgown that leaves very little to the imagination, her hand resting idly on the swell of her stomach.

Lucifer gave me aa quick kiss before we finally stepped outside his room. “Milady, I’ve been looking for you around the house! Come here, Milady, we should get dressed up now.” A woman with big round glasses suddenly dragged me inside a room full of built-in drawers and cabinets with ceiling to floor mirrors on each corner. Three more women are inside smiling at me. “Time for a splendid make-over Milady!”

“You don't want me to repeat myself. Do you? '' milly said, raising her brows. Kate bowed her head low and turned towards the bathroom; the maids looked at her with pity as though she was a lamb taken to be slaughtered; they could only imagine what evil she must have done to their boss to attract his venom. After taking her bath; the elderly lady pointed at some specific lotions on her vanity table; and she applied it; after which, a maid dried her hair, and after applying a sweet-smelling oil; let it fall to her back. A light makeup was applied to her face which stressed her beauty, but beauty was the last thing she wanted that night. After her makeup was applied, she was given the basket;

He knows what might happen to him if he tried to open that mouth of his. "Just because she defended a murderer doesn't mean she's one or she's a foe. Milady was just purely innocent. She thinks everyone has a good heart. She just wants to be a cause of a good change. If you're thinking she's stupid, I guess you need to study harder to have an IQ over 190. If you think she's clumsy, I guess you need to study ballet and is as flexible as a rubber band. If you think she's unable, make yourself useful." I shook my head in disappointment and disbelief. "And I believed her friends are worth and deserve losing everything." I sighed before looking at this man again.

Lucas quickly turned his head, pretending to adjust his new hairstyle. Lily didn't notice that her actions had made Lucas blush, and his heart was beating fast. Because, when Lucas' agent packaged him, she gave him three persona choices: - High emotional intelligence and good social skills, - Simple and straightforward, or - Suffering from emotional cleanliness disorder. Lucas, without hesitation, chose the third one: Suffering from emotional cleanliness disorder. Because this persona was most similar to Bianca, he thought that choosing this would bring him closer to Bianca. After establishing this persona, his agent had strict rules for him:

What a fool I was to think I was his crown princess when all he does is disregard me as if I don't even exist. As she works on my hair, Kaylla says, "Milady, I guess it might be too early to tell you this, but I hope you have a fantastic time ahead." I’m in awe of her with every touch that she gives, I’m just glad that after that event, none of them talks about it. I genuinely care about her as a friend rather than as a servant. I found myself unconsciously wrinkling the lower portion of my dress just thinking about her passing.

She gave him a tight smile in return, her dark eyes glowing in the flickering candles. Mila was not an unattractive woman. She was prime and proper, her dark hair with a few grey stands in a neat updo. The clothes she wore were fitted and elegant with no skin on show. She was a petite woman with no curves, small and shred. Aurora was her opposite in every way. Vibrant green eyes, long flowing blonde hair in bouncing curls, freckles dotted over her nose and cheeks. My mate had generous curves which she flaunted in her revealing dress tonight - an attempt to butter Teddy up, which was working. She was young, vibrant and the sexist woman I had ever laid eyes on.

I added nothing else and drank the whole cup because I needed to practice wanting something that didn’t obey Valentina. In the mirror I was still the woman she had made, violet-eyed, quiet-mouthed, a cathedral built where a girl used to live. But there was a hairline fracture at the corner of my gaze, a place where a different light leaked. Human. Wild. Inconvenient. I pressed a thumb there and whispered, “Stay small.” It gleamed anyway. “Milady?” Maria’s voice at the door—soft, saintly, dangerous because it had never once asked me not to trust it. “Your dress.”

Unsure what to say, how to feel, but I knew another way to make these people know I was the real deal was to let them see the whole of me, the skin, the beauty, and the power and richness that exudes out of my skin. “No…” I simply said, realizing I’d probably have a little bump by now, she smiled and left my side. “Well then, the lady would love to bathe alone,” she announced to the rest and I could swear I heard someone sigh so loud. I had given them the aura I wanted them to feel successful, and I rejoiced in my heart. “Here Milady…” Simone called, I turned the chair around and she was pointing to another door. I took it to the bathroom and rose to my feet, then walked right into it.

“What’s your name, young lady?” The bald man with the roguish eyeglass leaned forward, squinting at her through a haze of cocaine dust and the scent of expensive wine. Two nearly–naked women drifted around him like drugged butterflies, trained to smile even while dying inside. He exhaled a thick plume of smoke toward the ceiling. “My name is Magdalene,” Lisa said, voice crisp, confident , almost arrogant. She wore elegance like armor; the kind of high-class woman who wasn’t here for pleasure but for business. Deadly business.