Mount Lady Novels & Stories

She groans. “Because she said, "Hello, this is Elaine Manchester, and I’d like to book a session with Madame X."" I laugh. “Shit. She said her full name?” I push one finger into her. The warmth that sucks me in makes me sigh. “Fuuuuuck. Yes, so I googled her, and she’s the last daughter of the owner of these Manc sport cars everyone’s raving about these days.” “Damn. That’s filthy rich.”

It was parked a few meters from the elevators, straight to the floor's support pillar. The dark Lamborghini had the power to minimize everything around it, becoming the focus without much effort. The dark windows, the matte black paint and the wheels accompanying the entire black structure were the perfect closure to declare power. The woman walked slowly, looking at the car as Ethan opened its door. She was wearing ordinary clothes, light jeans and a thin-strap t-shirt. Despite her poorly produced clothing, Blair Collins had an unsurpassable beauty. The red strands were loose, framing her face and matching the color of her t-shirt.

She could stay with him then. When she reached home, the seamstress was waiting for her. It was an old woman who addressed herself as Madam Leanne. Her tone and demeanour showed off obvious authority. Lily had quietly reminded her that this lady only served the upper class noblewomen and therefore she's clearly a highly respected seamstress. Melissa quickly apologized for her tardiness. Madam Leanne studied the girl in front of her and instantly noticed her attire before she gasped loudly, "My Lady! What is that you're wearing??"

The other cars accompanying them stop right behind their car. The man that climbed down earlier immediately opens the backdoor. We all wait as I see a grey pair of sandals stepping onto the ground and I squeeze Liam's hand in anticipation. Finally, the lady gets out of the car. She's about my size, just maybe an inch taller than I am. Her chocolate hair is tied back in a neat bun. She ha beautiful blue eyes and pink lips. She has high cheekbones which Liam must've gotten from her. William's mother look so pretty in her blue dress and black trench coat. She look so elegant.

George muttered, but was ignored, as Lady Stewart spoke. "Oh, Mrs. Montcraven, Fitzwilliam Darcy has ever been his own man; like you, he has always known what he wanted. He simply has a different set of standards. Which reminds me, I have not yet asked you about your latest acquisition." Maria raised an eyebrow. "Do you mean to my stables?" she asked. Lady Stewart smiled disingenuously. "Of course. It was a stud, was it not?" Maria frowned. "No, a gelding."

Her appointment was at 5:30, and Linda, the hairdresser, was very strict about punctuality. Charlotte stepped out of the car and thought about popping the hood, although she knew it'd be futile. She knew nothing about cars. Just as she stood there thinking about going into reception and asking to use the phone to call a cab, the purr of an engine she recognized filled the air. "Is everything all right, Miss Astor?" Logan Hamilton said from inside his black Lamborghini. "Yes, thank you," she said, giving him a tense and curt smile. "I could hear your car dying from almost a mile away," he said. "The battery is probably dead. I can check it if you want."

a petite, burgundy-haired woman dressed all in black asked from where she stood leaning on the jet-black Lamborghini. With her mouth still agape from spying the car, Cadence hurriedly locked the front door and then bounded down the steps. The car was so amazing, she almost didn’t want to get in because she wanted to keep staring at it. She finally managed to pull her eyes away from the exterior and climbed inside, as the woman, whom she assumed must be the Eliza both men had mentioned to her, tossed her bag in the back. “Is this your car?” Cadence asked, rubbing the dashboard.

She should learn her lesson and apologize to her mate before it's too late. Moreover-- "NEIGH!~" A white horse whinny as it comes to a halt by the driver. A shiny gold polished carriage with a Tiger flag arrives on the field. The people are astonished. "She is here!" Williams shockingly speaks between his breath. The carriage's door opens as the mysterious lady takes a step out of it. All the people on their knees start to question their sexuality. Compare to the eight candidates. She is more like an empowered-looking woman around 5 '7' tall. Her emerald eyes strike the depth of their mind. Her freckles resting on her cheeks are like diamonds on the velvet box. Her plump, pink lips remind ch

That could only mean one thing, either Michael is here or something newsworthy is going to happen here today. I walk out of the car closely followed by Lilian, thank God we brought her Lamborghini. I don't know what I would have done if I brought my Honda CRV here, as I look around the parking lot seeing lots of expensive exotic cars. A lady walked out to where we stood, she was beautiful, tall, and light in complexion with short red hair which fell below her shoulder in a bob cut. “ Hi!, which of you is Nina Miller?” She asked looking from Lillian to me. Lilian pointed to me smiling. I nodded at her.