Perfect Lady Novels & Stories

I opened the door when I saw a lady looking so beautiful, her skin so flawless and spotless, Alpha Lorde and her have some stricken resemblance. "Hi dear one, lunch is ready." The lady said with a beautiful smile.

The princess is worthless and is not considered by the Cannor family. "Ananda Albara Demian Dominic bin Nicholas Dominic. I marry you and I marry you to Ainayya Hikari Salvina bint Javior Jeon Cannor with a set of prayer tools. Cash!" said the judge. Javior deliberately didn't want to say goodbye because for him Nayya was nothing. And Nayya also has no right to get such a noble right from him. To him only Pavina deserves such privilege. Father failed. "I accept the marriage and the marriage of Ainayya Hikari Salvina bint Javior Jeon Cannor with the dowry paid in cash."

Her eyes finally fell on someone you could call a perfect beauty. A lady. She is fuming out fire. "Hey!!! Who the fuck are you? I heard prince Reagan came back with you last night. I understand he is a prince and he is very handsome but must you always throw your dirty disgusting self at him. As a lady shouldn't you have some sort of dignity? Well, he is mine! I don't want to hear any excuse from you, I'm here to show you this" the lady hissed showing Pink her fingers which has a ring to it.

Cameras clicked all around the redhead briefly until the green light squinted back on and she ventured off the platform again, hanging behind Potty to take a gander at her most up to date turning picture on the PC - this one dressed and resembling a genuine Pleasure Mansion master. "Goodness," Lannie flickered a couple of times, "I truly am a lady now," she murmured. "It's staggering, I used to see photographs of ladies dressed like this when I was as yet a kid..." she pondered. "Ladies aren't for the most part late to meet their customers, so how about we get rolling," Potty laughed and motioned for the Irish young lady to take off as opposed to gazing at her computerized picture. From the

which was a quote from a fashion model. Ms. Perfect has a large wardrobe of high-street dresses – halter necks, slim sheaths, sundresses, crochet ones and those that come with fabric covered belts on them; not to mention cardigan-full-skirt combos. She always looks like she had been taught how to dress by her mother, Mrs. Blanca. In a good and preppy way, to be sure, but for a Gen Zer like Kate, it takes way too much effort. Ms. Perfect always accessorizes herself with pearls and she’s always in pastel colors and prints of checks, spots, stripes or flowers. Yep, like she just stepped out of a ’60s Tappan Time Machine twin-temp combo refrigerator-freezer.

she whispers. “Thank you,” she catches me by surprise. “You are most beautiful Lady P,” she flashes me her most beautiful smile. “Well, you too, Sydney-Gin,” I utter, thinking the Sydney-Gin might just clear out number 12 of my Big dreams to-do list. ****

She felt dead inside she found no fun in everything, all she wanted was to be alone "Welcome sir and madam, everything is ready I'm Lynn, and I'll be attending to you"a petite lady dressed in a black dress reaching just before her knees with her brown blonde hair tied in and up do said with a smile. Sia scanned her surrounding, and the place was gorgeous, the building itself was large, and she knew it was no ordinary place even the people she was seeing around looked high class "Thanks a lot...can you kindly direct us to our suite"sia stepped forward and said in a commanding tone and the lady nodded while Emiliano looked around

Approaching him was a beautiful young lady with long golden hair like the sun rays and her smooth sexy body which was barely covered by the thin fabric of her dress was glittering and shining like crystals. Who is she?

Nyah quietly reminded her, "The one speaking is the fifth young lady, and the one next to her is the fourth young lady." In no time, the fifth young Lady, Emily, had approached Emma. She wore a light blue short-sleeved gown with a delicate hairpin in her bun. She wore a gold necklace with a gemstone; her face was oval-shaped, with slightly slanted eyes and a small dot between her eyebrows. Her rosy cheeks complemented her bright smile, revealing her charming white teeth. She was genuinely endearing. Beside her was another female servant dressed in a light pink short-sleeved gown, with a face somewhat similar to Emily's but softer demeanor—she was the fourth young Lady, Erica.

The area had been decorated beautifully with flowers and candles, despite it being late morning and light outside, it gave the shaded courtyard an enchanting glow. Seraphina was sure to keep her eyes lowered as she served the guests so as not to draw too much attention to herself and made sure that her long tresses kept her chest covered. As the last of the guests arrived, the De-Vander family made their descent down the steps to the courtyard. Lady Persephone was the picture of purity will her long blonde tresses flowing softly around her and wearing a delicate white gown that hugged her curves with a neckline that plunged all the way to her belly button. Thanks to Seraphina’s work last nig