Mount Lady Novels & Stories

Some lady spelled out with her head held up high. I noticed her features as she walked towards me. Her hair was dark just like mine, skin, milky. With her red lips and beautiful posture. Dominance. A woman who knew her worth. I could feel the power she emanated at each step. “Who is she?” I squeezed out, taking caution not to talk without inquiring. “Lady Ada, the potential Queen for the beast. She is known for her solidity and firmness in character,” Cassandra rushed by my side, whispering.

Lady McDonald assured her they were a respectable family, the Lord and Lady around fifty years old, with a son in his twenties. As the manor was only twelve miles away she wanted to ride there, however it felt rude to borrow her current employer's horse to secure new work. Clutching the invitation tightly in her hand she made her way along the dark wood panelled corridors of the second floor, for the first time, to Felix's study. She wore a light blue linen dress, tied under the bust with a wide purple ribbon. Her figure was at a fine advantage but her hair was messily loose with curls escaping due to the humidity of the greenhouse.

Where no one knew that she came from a filthy rich background. Jes look at herself in the mirror. Her blue eyes were hidden by green contact lenses. Her appearance had changed a lot since she left home. Her once blonde hairs were now brown and their length was up to her shoulders but thanks to the extensions that they fall just above her hips. She wearing a micro mini skirt with a backless black blouse that left nothing for imaginations. "Julie are you sure you want to do this?" Maddy asked nervously. "Jeez Maddy, stop being a pussy and if it helps, you can think that I'm just going to have premarital sex." Jes tried to lighten his mood.

It was a good thing, Lord Bastien didn’t follow after the exaggeratedly hygienic practices of his mother and still keep up in raising stocks and other variety of animals including but not limited to Lady Francesca’s favorite- the horses. Glancing back at the Georgian full body length mirror with molten gold frame mimicking a vine of plants with few blooming flowers in it, Lady Francesca but to be at awe on her reflection. She was wearing a white plain blouse with puffing sleeves reaching the end of her wrists; topped with a sleeveless brown leather corset cut in an M shape neckline, and bounded together with a crisscrossed leather lace of the same color. Her underpants were long black plain

The carriage said the Driver to Bert who was the driver of Rubia’s carriage. “Your highness… This person says that his master wishes for us to join him in his carriage.” “Wont that be an inconvenience…?” “They say that it will be alright.” “Very well… I’m coming down.” ‘?’ Pov – This lady… I’ve never seen anyone with such green eyes and her hair seems to be, Silver…? Is she someone from the Charleston Dukedom…? Rubia enters the man’s carriage. * “Thank you, a lot, for helping me out… And I apologize for the inconvenience I have caused…” said Rubia as she sat down

Mrs Johnson finally arrived and as agreed, her security guards waited outside while she was driven in by Hank. The car she drove in took my breath away. Ofcourse Doris had shown me Mrs Johnson's fleet of cars which were twenty in numbers besides the G-wagon, the Ferrari, the Porsche and the monster truck. Her other cars were High Landers, Range Rovers, Prado jeeps, Land cruiser and so on but I've never seen this car since I began this contract with her. It was a dark Lamborghini. A Lamborghini? Where had this car been hiding? Was it that Mrs Johnson has more cars than I know?

Her name wasLucy , a new saleswoman from the four floor. As soon as she got off the taxi, she saw the cool yacht grey sports car. The Lamborghini Reventon was a limited edition of 21 cars in the world, worth fifteen million. She was willing to accost a rich man like him even if he was an old man with a big belly who got out of the car. Let along two handsome men coming down. Her dream of becoming a rich lady was just around the corner. Lucy followed him in high heels, twisting her waist.

Wilbur, out of boredom, turned on some music. Just then, a lady in a tracksuit with a backpack on her shoulders flagged them down. Ryder took one look at her, and slowly put a hand on his briefcase. "Dude, what is your problem?" Wilbur glared at Ryder, before stopping the car and lowering his window. "Hi, missy! Want a ride?" The woman looked to be in her thirties. Her skin was smooth and glossy, and she looked like a rich housewife. "Yes! This is my first time climbing here. I didn't know it'd be this far. I'm so tired." The woman smiled.

"It looks like the one you had, only in white!" "But you said I would choose it; I choose that one!" "I don't want it." He turned his back. "There are others; choose another, just not that one..." He grumbled under his breath, took her hand, and led her to another. "This is a nice latest model Mustang convertible, as you can see, it only has seating for two, so it's ideal for a single woman like you." he said, then took her hand and led her to another part of the dealership. "This is a limited edition Lamborghini; its engine is powerful, and its design is quite bold and youthful... Which one do you prefer?"

A car drove into the drive way. It was a black Mercedes benz with tinted glasses. The sun shone brightly on the windscreen. A lady in her late 20's came down from the car. She wore a leather fitted trouser and a sleeveless corset black top. Her hair dropped fully, covering a part of her face. She adjusted the black sun shade on her face. Her black pencil mouth heels made sound as she walked into the building. She carried a black briefcase on her right hand, using the left hand to style her hair.