Mount Lady Novels & Stories

“So, you’d rather stressing about the homecoming decoration instead of going with Jim?” “Of course!” She seemed to have more words to express, but Ronny came between us. Frowning, she chided, “What again, Ronny?” “I just called the shop. We can exchange the lanterns but they currently can’t do a delivery,” told the boy in glasses. “And?” “I don’t have a car to fetch it.” Olive reached into her pocket and took out her car key. “Take my car.” “I can’t drive.” “Take somebody else to drive you.”

My ears lay back as she accelerates again at the sight of the green light. "Oh my gosh! You can twitch your ears. Like a bunny. That's so adorbs! I've never met anyone who could do that. Beats my double jointed elbows." The window is cracked slightly, and I swear I catch scent of Alec, though I do not see him. "Your elbows sound neat! I'll have to see this!" I chirp as I work to smooth the nerves in my voice. To my relief, she parks, finally and I continue looking at the passing surroundings for Alec.

That was one thought that could easily ruin me; losing her. I sensed her daunting presence before she even tapped my shoulders. Giving off a small eye roll, I turned around to face Lady Maurie Grimaldi - my mother. She was dressed elegantly in a black cape gown and as expected from the Luna Queen, she didn’t have a single hair out of place. Her ageless face held a well-practiced smile, the type she wore when it was time to play charades.

The only thoughts in my head were those of Pete and how he was going to lose both balance and focus the minute he sets his eyes on me. I had a lacy red slightly below the bum insanely hot dress on with very high silver stiletto heels and of course, lots of silver accessories. Catherine did my makeup as she insisted that I needed to own the show and in her own words, show Pete exactly what he would have missed with his cowardice." I couldn't fathom how she was so quick to attribute Pete's actions to cowardice not like I was going to challenge the statement because, yunno my flawless face-beat was not something I was willing to risk over Catherine's extremely wild temper.

I saw Mr Ford, the northern chief, approach me with a lady beside him. The lady was wearing a long black dress matched with gold accessories and long high heels. She had short blond hair and was wearing a well-pronounced red lipstick. I noticed that she always had her eyes on my body and whenever my eyes met hers, she would smile in a sultry manner and act as if she didn't know what she was doing.

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, making it the focus without much effort. The tinted windows, the matte black paint and the wheels accompanying the entire black structure were the perfect closure to declare the power. The woman walked slowly, looking at the car as Evans opened her door. She was wearing plain clothes, light jeans and a spaghetti strap T-shirt. Despite the poorly produced clothing, Lora Lins had an unsurpassed beauty in her. The red strands were loose, framing her face and matching the color of her shirt.

In short, it was smooth sailing for her. With her impending birthday, Lynn once indirectly asked her what birthday gift she wanted, but she naturally feigned hesitance since she couldn't really speak her mind. In reality, however, she was already hankering after a car. It was a burgundy ladies' sports car manufactured by the global industrial giant, Jordan Group. In fact, it was a customized sports car commissioned by the mysterious director of Jordan Group, Connie Jordan, for her daughter, Lucile Jordan.

Larissa nearly applauded the driver's performance. The Lamborghini's door opened, and a tall woman gracefully emerged from the car. Her long, curly chestnut hair was left unbound, and she wore a cream-colored jumpsuit. She wore just the right amount of makeup, and her beautiful features were clear—prominent eyebrows, large eyes, a tall nose, and a somewhat aggressive temperament. "Mr. Rogers." She had a hand in her pocket, and the smile she had on her face added to her overall handsomeness.

he fired back, diving into the laughter with me, our voices weaving together like a perfect harmony until the gate suddenly rolled open with a low, hydraulic purr. A sleek purple Lambo purred through the gate, tires kissing the glass driveway with a whisper before it braked in one flawless, silent stop beside us. The driver’s door lifted upward in one smooth motion, revealing a woman who looked like she’d walked straight off a Vogue cover and into real life. She perched there like royalty, radiating an aura so elegant and intimidating it could silence a room with one glance. Damian’s storm-gray eyes stared back from her face, piercing and soul-searing, the kind that stripped you bare without

The place is serene and breathtaking. I am still looking around when a woman probably in her late twenties, comes out of the mansion and runs to Sir Leonard’s arms. Smooth caramel skin, round face, a button nose and full lips. Pear-like body shape and probably about five-two tall. She would be beautiful if she did not have so much makeup and the multiple piercings on her ears, nostrils and tongue. The pink hair is also a bit too much.