Milady Persona Novels & Stories

Before she could ponder about it, the woman continued, “Milady.” Zaina observed the woman who seemed to be quite old. But Zaina could not decide her age. The woman had long black hair which she had left open and every finger of hers had a ring. “Please take your seat, Milady.” The woman took her seat first and pointed to the chair in front of her. Zaina did as she was told and anticipated what the woman would do next. “What do you want to find out, Lady?” “I don’t know. I have never tried this before.” Zaina answered unsure of what the women meant.

Elegant. “Oh my, she’s truly stunning.” “She’s got that hidden beauty.” I chuckled quietly at their reactions. “I’m not beautiful,” I whispered. The stylists looked shocked. “Milady, can’t you see your own reflection?” I turned to the mirror again. “You are the most beautiful woman in the world.” “Come on… I’m not.” “It’s true, Milady.” “Is she ready? Let’s dress her now.” They helped me up, revealing a rack of stunning outfits waiting for me.

Two people whom seemed so innocently elegant yet noble on the outside, but acts just like how normal girls would when you actually spend time with them. Mylene was more conserved, she is shy and innocent. Her elegance never fading from her physique, like its her nature. As the daughter of famous designer, she values her image since it is crucial for image building. Lylia on the other hand, is wild and often the hyper type of girl. She’s often left at home without her parents since her parents independently runs a magazine company. Sometimes, being rebellious is no question with someone like her who’s probably spoiled as a child. The absence of her parents might’ve played a role in her ‘uniqu

Hi, this is Merri. I have no one left in this world, except for Milady. But now, I have one more person I want to give my whole soul to, and that is milady's son, Pasha. My wish came true with the birth of Pasha as I always hoped to meet milady's descendants. Ugh, I want to cry again when I remember the moment of his birth. Anyways, Milady always said that her son was adorable and smart, but I had other thoughts.

If Marsai was going to sleep all through, I didn’t mind because I didn’t want her to feel as though she is worthless or sort. When I got downstairs, people greeted me at intervals and I greeted them back and congratulated them on their win. Then Lilian came over to meet me, beaming with smiles. She dressed sexily in a gown that showed all her curves. Her cleavages were visible and full. “The man of honor.” She said, with a smile as she walked round me. I wondered if this lady had multiple personalities as I had never seen her look this confident before. She had this aura of a leader around her and I was filled with surprise.

She concluded with herself. "Milady, it's time to take your bath" the maid said. "Oh, that's the reason you are here?" The maid nodded, Laura let her in. And she went straight to the bathroom to get the bathtub ready for her. Within 30 minutes, the maid came out. " Milady, the bathtub is ready" she announced, and Laura nodded , and followed the maid to the bathroom. After some minutes, they both went out. Laura dressed up in a simple causal blue gown with the help of the maid.

Even George and Chase wanted to know how she was able to read and understand Japanese and, moreover, how she was capable of giving them some suggestions. Mia was indeed taken aback by the sudden question. However, she wasn't the one to introduce herself. So, she gave Claire control over the body, the real owner of the body. “My name is Claire Wilson... I'm eighteen years old and a third-year student at Wesley College.” Claire said and paused. The three men raised eyebrows when they heard the name of the college. Of course, they know it very well since it belongs to the Richardson family. Claire continued… “I have two Personalities, as you have witnessed now. The one who was harsh and furious

They smile when I enter, polite and practiced, their eyes flicking toward the gown before returning to me. Lila gestures toward the chair. “Sit, Mrs. Maddock.” The name catches in my throat. It’s not mine yet, and still it feels like a chain. I lower myself into the chair, back straight, chin lifted — the posture drilled into me for appearances. The mirror in front of me reflects someone I barely recognize. My face looks calm, expressionless, but there’s a storm just beneath the surface. They start working around me — brushes sweeping, hands twisting my hair into delicate, perfect coils. The scent of perfume and roses mixes with something metallic, maybe from the jewelry. It’s suffocating. E

She was blushing, and I felt like I would too, if she looked at me like that. All I could do was sheepishly giggle, a habit my body couldn’t help but do when I feel awkward, while Clairmont—who stood by my side—was throwing his eyes out to Carter, who trotted closer to him, with a more than grateful face written all over his cherub face. It’s all good with the raining praises, but I would feel a bit heart-broken by the thought that those praise will turn into something… unpraiseworthy when they knew that I am a dragon. Most people feared dragons after all. “Milady.” A woman, clad in brown robe with a braided caramel hair approached her. “It would be improper for a lady to not introduce herse

It didn’t help much. When they were done, they sat me before the mirror once more, arranging my hair in place. My reflection stared back. I barely recognized her. The girl in the mirror looked… soft. Her hair fell neatly down her back, her skin faintly glowing from the bath, her lips no longer cracked but smooth and tinted with natural color. She looked like someone who belonged here. My gaze dropped. “Milady,” Lira called softly. I met her eyes in the reflection. “There is something you should know.”