Mt Lady And Midnight Novels & Stories

I feel so alive, oh I feel so free. Dancing in the moonlight , now you hold me close, your breath tickles my senses ..you boop my nose. All laughter fills the air, our faces lit up with impish glee... I want this to never end, for we are all just stardust. You and me. Forever yours, Meg

I wasn't much hungry still I was having it with him. We sat down and he was making coffee. He wanted to watch a movie. After taking his medicines. We sat in bed watching the movie. The movie was romantic and full of steamy scenes. It was a dark and stormy night, and it had always been a fantasy of mine to have sex in a rainstorm, thunder, lightning, and all. Ryan and I were just sitting around watching another dull boring Sunday night line-up on the tube. "There's nothing worth watching anyway," I told him,

Ella and Martha greeted Lady Loretta as they came prepared to assist in preparing her bath. "Good morning, How about Miranda? What's she doing in her room? I hope she isn't still sleeping by this hour?" Lady Loretta asked, as the time in her room was already past 8 am. She knew that Derrick would soon be prepared to leave for his office as it was a bright Monday morning. "I'm not sure, Ma. I haven't seen Miranda since I have woken up," Martha replied, as Ella remained silent. Ella was jealous after she saw how pretty Miranda looked the previous day, and also, Miranda refused to lend her some of her pretty new dresses.

They were sweeping the lawn while gossiping without Farrah's supervision. "Hey, did you know? The new maid slept in Mr. Oliver's room last night." “You mean Sophia?” Asked another maid, a look of surprise and curiosity on her face. “Yes, last night I accidentally saw Mr. Oliver carrying Sophia to his room.” "Oh my god! You're not making this up?" “I swear, I saw it with my own eyes.” "Isn't this strange? Does Mr. Oliver like that girl?" “That girl must be flirting with Mr. Oliver!” Said one of the maids with a displeased face.

I turned slowly and Madam Pika was standing right there looking irritated, she frowned and walked away slowly. "What is wrong with everyone today?", Bubby said and Beatrice laughed from afar, "the party is 1 hour away, everything has been set, let's go have a cool bath, dress up and resume our serving duty, today is going to be real hectic!", Bubby said walking out with the bottle of wine, if Bubby was fine with her chores, why can't I be?. ////////////////////////////////////////////// POV(FIONA), I walked down straight to the beach in my uniform heading to the serving point, darkness had took over the day and the moon came to light it up, it was a full moon tonight, and it was somewhat spe

Almira retorted. That was the last time she saw him. Eleven years later, Kitanna came swimming into her room in a panic. "I didn't think it was possible to sweat in water," Almira uttered evenly. "There is a problem, your highness." "It's not hard to tell," Almira said without interest. "It's about your mate. He is getting married!" Kitanna announced. Almira squinted her eyes at her. "When?". "Now!" the girl breathed.

Me: I’m at Maddy’s for dinner, but I can be free around 7:30. Cade: U have a fake id? Me: Doesn't everyone? Cade: Alright Miss Sassy-pants. Sacrilege at 7:30? Me: See you there. I look up to see them watching me expectantly. I roll my eyes and hand them my phone. Maddy squeals when she reads the messages causing Laura and Eleanor both turn to us. Laura crosses her arms and says, “Alright, spill the gossip.” “Monroe’s got a date,” Maddy says.

She looked like a mermaid. Lina had gotten up to go to the restroom. She was about to burst, and Maddie said she had to answer her phone at the back of the club, otherwise, her mother would throw a fit. Mrs. Rachel didn't react very well when Maddie rejected or ignored more than two consecutive calls.

I want to feel his breath in my hair. I don’t even know where his room is. All I know is that when I’m in life threatening danger he shows up and saves me. Martin and Madeline are great loyal friends but they just aren’t Maverick. Behind the guesthouse is a quiet spot where we sit down. Madeline looks from Martin to me and back. “Who’s going to start?” she asks. “It’s Liberty’s story, to tell. I don’t grasp all of it completely either,” Martin responds.

She left the small living room organized and neat. Around six, Madelyn headed to the supermarket to buy groceries for dinner. She cooked extra, putting the leftovers in the fridge for Lila's late-night snack. As she busied herself, the day swiftly passed, giving way to darkness. After a quick wash, she drank a glass of water and took two prescribed sleeping pills, soon drifting into sleep.