Romans & histoires Mount Lady

Just one glance at her exquisite and alluring face left almost every man present completely captivated. Taking the Garrison Villa's location into account, Lana dismissed the idea of hailing a taxi. Instead, she descended to her apartment building's basement, unveiling her cherished motorcycle. It was the latest model of the Ducati Panigale V4, boasting a stunning appearance and powerful performance. As Lana and her motorcycle emerged, they captured the astonished gazes of everyone on the street. Her combination of beauty and the high-end motorcycle made Lana an unparalleled sight on the roads. With confidence, she rode her motorcycle to the foot of the mountain where the Garrison family resi

She stopped shouting and cried silently. “Wait, the Lady wants to talk to her.” The voice came from a white-clad woman standing outside the carriage. There was a buzz through the crowd. Mary didn’t understand at first—who did the Lady want to talk to? But when the hands who had pulled her away stopped and instead began to bring her closer to the carriage, she realized the Lady wanted to talk to her. Tears were still streaming down Mary’s face as the most beautiful woman she had seen stepped out of the carriage. She had raven black hair set in braids on her head. Her eyes were blue like the summer sky and her skin was white as porcelain. She was a head taller than most women and she radiated

A black Lamborghini car stopped in front of the Castell Corporation building early in the morning and a woman with the most domineering character came out from it elegantly. The people inside the company building didn't even have to guess it. Just looking at her silhouette was enough for them to know who she was.

This urged Emile to step forward. "Miss Lada! I assure you that the nickname is not to make fun of you! It´s just the way that Lady Anna has to make sure she is a good friend of someone!" "No, I get that, but it sounds ridiculous" "I... Can´t deny that, but..." "S-Stop it, Emile! It´s fine! She has all the right to refuse! Besides, it´s not like we are not good friends, right?" Everyone turned to see Lada. When she was covered in our eyes she gained a redish color and turned away her head.

I wait until she is away from the door and quietly move behind her. "I told you to leave" I say, clearly scaring her as she jumps at the sudden noise. she stares wide eyed as my vampire side has come out fully. " why didn't you leave?" I ask her getting angry that she's so damn stubborn. I step toward her "what is your name?" I ask her "T, Tansia" she stutters as I keep getting closer, her name is amazing, everything about her is so breathtaking, so much so that when I step right up to her I can't control the primal urges anymore.

He wielded the colossal war mace, now stained with traces of blood. "We'll deal with the remaining troops. Lady Montay is yours," Rouma's tone was somber, his eyes reflecting tears held at bay since earlier. "But exercise caution. She is known as The Miss for a reason." From her position, Lady Montay erupted into laughter, her form untouched and pristine. She grinned recklessly, a façade masking the fear clawing at her core. "Just because you wield the winter queen's power doesn't mean I'm afraid." Her laughter crescendoed, a blatant show of apparent fearlessness. "You're just an old tale, Idrish. A relic of magic. You're obsolete!"

After ten minutes, I change into a warmer dress and leave. The garage door opens after I scan my fingerprint on the keypad. I can’t remember how many cars were here before, but I’m sure there are a few more now. No one knows luxury better than my parents afterall. I take the most subtle one I can find and drive out, deciding I’m in the mood for a fancy dinner.

Snapping out of it, Maria rushed upstairs to get the lady's coat so she wouldn't catch a cold. Leo looked at the cars packed and opted for the blue Mercedes C-Class. It was a small car, easy to navigate around bends and it had a wonderful speed. This is the vehicle that they would normally use when attending functions concerning middle-class institutions and programs cause it attracts less attention. Knowing that time was of the essence, he drove the car to the entrance of the house.

The passenger door clicked open, the owner was about to emerge from the car. A nude pointed toe stiletto heel made the first appearance as it hit the floor. It was a lady? Then a straight brunette hair came into vision as the person slowly came out of the car. I inhaled sharply as the owner fully came into view. For the love of the Goddess, the lady was stunning. She was tall, poised and beautiful in a way that would make the sun hide in jealousy because someone was outshining it. Her presence demanded attention and respect. Her pale skin and slim stature made her the perfect candidate for the Lycan Kingdom pageantry, she could even be a model.

It always walks in smiling. A woman glided from the council wing onto the terrace where we stood, permitted by a guard who was going to hate his choices by noon. Dark hair coiled like ink, gown the exact red that starts fights in paintings. Lady Maelle of House Trask—Lycans, old money, newer ambitions. She swept a court-perfect bow to me, then let her eyes travel my shoulders like she’d bought them at auction.