Mr Pride Vs Miss Prejudice Novels & Stories

the senior maid proudly as she tossed her black hair exclaimed. “Should I thank you? You’re exaggerating on what basis are you calling my customer a thief?” the new server asked. The senior servant laughed loudly then glanced at the new kid, “What are you asking for? Hey listen, the whole shop, even the ants in Sparkle’s shop know that a slut like her can’t afford an expensive diamond like this, let alone a black credit card.” “You can’t judge people by their appearance? Have you forgotten the customer you served with enthusiasm?” the new server asked.

the maid said gently before leaving the room. And for the first time that night, Isabella was alone. Truly alone. She stepped toward the mirror. And froze. Her reflection stared back at her. Eyes red. Makeup ruined. Hair disheveled. A girl she barely recognized. Isabella's lips trembled slightly. Tears welled up again. But this time, she didn’t fight them. She let them fall. Quietly. As everything she had been holding in finally surfaced. The pain. The shame.

Her panic vanished, replaced by a scornful laugh. "Miss Aria? Her?" Brenda scoffed, pointing at me as if I were a piece of garbage. "Are you blind? Look at her! Dressed like a bricklayer who just crawled out of a sewer. The real Miss Moretti is a princess. She wears designer clothes, not this trash. This liar is trying to trick you!" Though my body was shaking uncontrollably from the cold, I met her gaze. The Moretti ice in my eyes could have frozen hell over.

There was nothing in this world that was entirely for free and there had to be a price. "The reason why clothes are provided is because there's a standard of dressing that's required here. Just take it as an all expense paid holiday. If you're worried about the Prince coming onto you or expecting anything in return then don’t. He really doesn’t like women. There's a separate entrance for those from the fourth floor and higher so chances of you seeing him are close to none.” What Lexy was saying made a lot of sense.It would be rude for her to walk around in her jeans and ts.

Except for the high-pitched cheers from her three minions. I open my eyes in horror. Amber won!? People chose Amber over me!? "Congratulations, Amber. You're the 2021/2022 Prom queen. " The president announces as she hugs Amber, and I watch Amber beam with hideous smiles as she accepts the crown and flowers. I watch as she walks over to Damien, and locks hands with him. "Thank you both for contesting. We arranged something for you though. "The president says as she hands Riele and me big baskets filled with heaven knows what.

“After your father died, I’ve kept your family’s casino afloat. The only reason it hasn’t been bought out or crushed is because of me. You need to think clearly, Liora. I’m the only one left who’s on your side. Don’t make me angry, okay?” I tilted my chin up, swallowing the urge to slap him. Or throw up. “Alright.” His eyes softened like I’d passed some test. “That’s my good girl. Let’s focus on the wedding, hmm? I heard you still haven’t picked a dress. Take Viola with you—she’ll help you.” “Sounds good.” I smiled, bright and blinding. “And make her your bridesmaid. She’s upset about what you said earlier.” The sickness I felt wasn’t even about Viola anymore. She might not have been the wor

My runner looked me in the eyes and whispered, "Sofia is the long-lost Di Marco Princess" My eyes almost popped out of its socket and I found myself stammering, "What? No... No...No.. That's Impossible... The Di Marco Princess is dead" How is Sofia, the Di Marco Princess? She is ordinary, loving, fragile, and doesn't even give any royalty vibe. The Di Marco Princess was a figure that is believed to be on a par with the Tree if she is alive. She is seen as a goddess of war... A myth that would bring chaos to the Mafia system if around...

He wondered if Miss Bennet had that capacity as she seemed rather too inclined to think well of everyone whereas his aunt only appeared to do so. Unfortunately, his aunt's sister, Miss Prudence Graves, had a personality rather more closely matched that of her brother-in-law than Lady Matlock. She had her own oft told aphorisms of being meant to go to her "grave a Graves" as well as being "Prudence by name, prudent by nature," and her absolute favorite trotted out on every possible occasion, that "a lady in possession of a good fortune is not in want of a husband." All of which were brought out either before or during dinner.

I glared at him, or at least tried to, since I wanted to break the silence and distract his intense gaze from me. He cocked an eyebrow at me. "Oh? It's my big ego now? If I remember correctly, and I do, there was also your pride involved, Ms. Evelyn White. So as far as pride and egos are concerned, I'd say neither of us is the better one. And as for feeling bad about Maggs, don't. Maggs makes more than enough with the restaurant and she has one more outside the town that she runs from here with occasional visits by her and her husband, Peter.