Milady Persona Novels & Stories

I say regally, to no one in particular One of the maids goes to the door while I take care to arrange myself on a single armchair, schooling my expression into a small smile. “Lady Sigmond,” The instructor is a stocky woman dressed in grey attire, hair pulled back in a tight bun. When she straightens from her bow, I take in a bespectacled, weathered face with pale brown eyes. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Ileana Milford, an etiquette instructor for many young ladies in High society. For this day forward, I shall serve as your teacher. You may call me Ms. Milford.” “I appreciate your coming here on such short notice, Ms. Milford.” I say over the beat of my heart in my ears

The makeup on my face was enough to enhance my delicate features, and my usually small lips looked fuller with the bold red lipstick painted on it. I bit the inside of my cheek as I turned to Sasha. “Don’t you think it’s a bit…much? It almost doesn’t look like me.” “That’s the point, girl,” Sasha rolled her eyes playfully as she placed a hand on her hip. “You’re not Mila the nervous chica anymore. You’re Melina the illicit bunny, so you have to look the part. Now, come on.” She motioned with her fingers for me to follow as she began walking away.

If it weren’t for Devin’s hands on my thighs, I would have stormed off and left this forsaken island already. “You’re his P.A.?” Maliya’s mom Lilian gave a questioning gaze. I can see now where Maliya inherited her disgusting attitude. Lilian wears accessories as sparkling as a Christmas light that Santa would ask her to take Rudolph’s place as his guide. Her lips were unnaturally pouty and her nose and cheeks were both needed to be redone by her surgeons. I have nothing against women who go under different procedures but when they’re this judgemental; I say they don’t have the fucking right to be.

This is the first time in two years I step into the limelight, I make my presence known and I’m not doing in a small way, me being me, I had to do it with a bang, literally and figuratively that is. I’m still amazed that the split personality I’ve developed over the last few years, Luca really did a number on me and the only way I could cope was to create her, the classy, shameless, cold and heartless Mistress, she embodied sexy and sultry and no one could resist her charms, on the other hand she instilled fear in everyone just with her presence. I admired her, I liked being her. The real me was weak, scared and vulnerable, she was the opposite.

Millie then attacked me with winged liner and red lipstick, declaring me her new hair bestie, and invited me for drinks. “We need to sort this out.” Millie leans over, pulling up the baggy-sleeved T-shirt I put on this morning. “I’m going through a restyle. This is my comfy phase.” “Oh. Men want class and something left to the imagination nowadays.” Millie sips her mojito and gazes at me wisely. “You have so much potential, a whole other class of sexy. I mean, have you looked at that hot girl in the mirror today? You’re truly stunning” Millie is another class of sexy, and I haven’t stopped staring at her since the walk over here. I may not have any attraction to women, but I can appreciate t

'I think I fell asleep while talking to Jean last night. I groggily sat up and looked towards my reflection on the mirror. With blonde hair cascading to my back up until my waist, my brown eyes that can capture anyone, the pink plump lips that didn't need any lipstick to accentuate its heart-shape, and my little pointed nose. No matter how many times I looked at this face, I can never get used to this. "Milady, it's time to wake up and eat breakfast." "I'll be going in a minute."

Her brows furrowed in disbelief as she studied the woman in front of her—the flashy heels, the skimpy skirt, the bright hair that looked like it had been dyed more times than it had seen a brush. Cassy let out a short laugh, one that was more pity than amusement. “Wait,” she said, tilting her head. “Are you okay? Or do you have some kind of… mental problem? Because you really don’t seem like you’re okay.” For a moment, Mila’s smug expression cracked. Then she tilted her head back, letting out a low, mocking laugh. “So you’ve got a mouth on you and I can see you’re stubborn. And do you know what happens to stubborn people?” Her voice dropped lower, colder. “They get eliminated.”

I look closely at the maid's gentle face, she looks like she's in her mid-twenties, and I assume she's Lady Marina's personal maid servant. "What's your name again, Miss?" I asked in wary, she might find it strange. But to my surprise, nothing changed in her expression, she wasn't surprised at all. "My name is Rita, Milady." its answer, full of respect with no hint of strangeness, seemed to be accustomed to it. In conclusion, Lady Marina seems to be forgetful. She even forgot her maid servant's name. "Rita..." I softly said and stopped my track. She also stopped before answering, "Yes, Milady?"

learn. However, Mila does not have an arrogant attitude, according to Mia's assessment, Mila is a hyperactive person. Remembering a time when her identity was revealed, Mila panicked and said to Mia: "Mia, you won't because of my identity that you don't want to be my friend anymore, right?" Mia said nothing and just shook her head. On the outside, he hates her, but inside he still considers her a friend. One has a generous and generous personality and the other is reserved and introverted. So two people with opposite personalities just became friends.

Her golden hair flowed down her back, reaching just above her round bottom. She looked… different. Beautiful. Regal. Powerful. Is this really me? Her lips were red and soft. Her skin smelled like lavender and rosewater. The woman staring back at her looked like a queen. But inside, she was shaking. She placed a hand on her chest. Her heart was racing. Rahama beamed with pride. “His Majesty won’t be able to take his eyes off you, Milady.” Tiara giggled. “Or his hands.” But Ayla couldn’t laugh. Her stomach was in knots. Doubt crawled through her like a spider.