Milady Persona Novels & Stories

Lila stood in front of the mirror, staring at a woman she barely recognized. She didn't want anyone to dress her up today, she was doing it by herself. Her lipstick was a deep, aggressive red, the kind of color that said she didn’t care if she bled, as long as she won.

I don't want the same thing happening to me twice. "Well until then... Can you perform your wonders on me? You know, do some retouching to my makeup and my dress?" "Of course." I stood up and paved the way for her. "Take your seat, Milady, and just close your eyes." "Oh boy, I can't wait!" She giggled and sat down before the mirror. "Who knows, after this makeover, I can finally catch the eyes of my mate." I almost laughed. I have to admit, Rhea is so wholesome to be with. I might not be able to see her as a sister, but as a friend, wouldn't hurt, right?

The reflection staring back at me didn’t look like the girl who’d once scrubbed floors and hid her scars from the world. No, this woman was different. Dressed in white and silver, the gown shimmered like mist over moonlight, hugging the shape of someone who had survived, who had earned her place. Mira had insisted I wear my hair down, loose waves falling to my shoulders, small silver pins woven through to catch the light. She’d been buzzing with energy all morning mostly to hide her own nerves, I suspected. When she’d rushed into my room earlier, cheeks flushed and lips still pink from what was clearly a recent kiss, I hadn’t even needed to ask. Milo’s grin from breakfast had told me enough.

Soon I was done fixing her hair and she ordered me to pick out the best glow polish to Polish her red tails. I left and went into her luxury decorated room to pick out a glow red Polish and started polishing her tails to give it a glowing sparkle. Luciana is a spoilt princess who takes everybody as trash and she has no regards to people she feels too full of herself because she gets whatever things she wants at a snap of her hands. I envy her a little because ever since I was born I have been suffering haven't had a taste of motherhood no one to run to I've been depressed so many times and I've learnt to live with it.

"Yes. I'm sorry I'm late. I just finished my meeting so I'm here now. By the way, I'm Carina by the way." She smiled kindly at the lady. "Oh, Ma'am! That's not the case, I actually just arrived from my full time work. I'm Mallory, I'll be your personal assistant for today." she said. The lady stopped and stared at her from the beginning head to toe. "Mallory?" She nodded and kept her friendly smile. "Nice to meet you, Ma'am." While the two saleswomen were holding the formal dress Carina wanted to buy, she asked Mallory, "Mallory, what do you think about the two colors? What suits me better?"

She left her position and went on to open the door to seven some of the Queen’s handmaidens with a smile plastered on their faces. “Good morning, my lady” One of them sang, scaring Desire off. She was surprised that this lady was referring to her as my lady. She was just Desire, an ordinary slave. “I’m not that! I’m just Desire. You shouldn’t use courtesy with me, I’m more like you” The girls looked at each other, surprised at what the woman had said. “We can’t remove the courtesy, my lady. The tradition requests for all royals to be regarded like that. Can we come in my lady?”

Deliberately doing so so that the woman could know herself and not constantly create lies in front of the public. Miranda's face was already pale by this time as soon as her name was mentioned. Mila turned to Miranda. "Can I see the details of your dress?" she asked Miranda as they were two steps apart so Mila couldn't see the details of her dress. Instead of stepping closer, Miranda, whose face was getting pimply, moved back slowly. Her breathing was already labored at this point. Miranda was blind to the fashion world so she would not be able to argue if Mila examined her dress later.

Ben Even though her blushing was cute, everything else about her was sexy. Mila was easily the most attractive woman I had ever seen, without even trying. She carried herself with grace, and she gave the impression that she was completely unaware of her beauty. Which only made it more so. “Let’s sit down,” Miranda said. “Harry just carved the meat.”

Third Person's POV The mirror reflected a woman who looked perfect. Perfect hair. Perfect makeup. Perfect smile. And yet Miley Perez hated the person staring back at her. She sat at the vanity table in her apartment bedroom, gripping a lipstick tube so tightly her fingers hurt. Perfect. The word had followed Astrid Woods her entire life. Perfect daughter. Perfect heiress. Perfect friend. Even perfect fiancée. Miley let out a bitter laugh. “Perfect,” she muttered. The word tasted like poison.

MILA Sophomore Year “Hi! I’m Mila Davis. I am a strong, beautiful, black girl and I don't need…” I looked down at the text message from my friend, Gabe, who hasn’t been to school all week. Affirmation for the day he texted. I cleared my throat and looked back into the mirror. “...and I don’t need validation from anyone but myself.”