Perfect Lady Novels & Stories

Just when he's wondering where could she be, there's a sound coming from the entrance of the house so he walks there to see if that's her. But when he arrived at the entrance he didn't expect to see another woman whose beauty is on par with LD. Looks incomparably perfect from any angle. The good-fitting package under the purple leotard, he can see the fair skin that can put the moon in shame indistinctly, the elegant purple long hair smooth and gentle as if made from the silkiest silk... an out of the world gracefulness, the crimson pupils like they can understand all sufficiently, even soul. The plentiful and sexy stature, but also has a noble cold proud makings, as if like the Queen. The m

She's different from my every encountered female. She's obviously best amongst my every numerous encountered female. My eyes trail her perfectly sun like light skinned legs and complexion. They're undoubtedly seductive. They scream perfection. Her night ware folds upwards so reveals part her thighs. It's really a honey pot and silver city. Everything relating her is a hottie. They all scream perfection. Her very name caroline is perfection itself. My fingers slowly trail her legs. They trail into her thighs but attempts nothing. Her little feet hairs tickle my fingers.

Then the pretty lady smiled at Louis. “Welcome, Prince Louis.” “Get me the room.” “Yes, My Prince. Let me take you there.” She took us both upstairs. “It is honor to us, because prince choose our hotel.” “Hn.” “Does this girl have a special relationship with you?” the woman asked, glancing at me. I can tell by the look on her face it’s obvious that she doesn’t like me. What an amazingly beautiful face. I’m sure she could easily make a lot of crazy man fall in love with her.

She stares intensely at my screen for a few seconds and smiles. " Yes! Yes! This will do, Eliza! D******d it! "She exclaims, and I shake my head at her before tapping the d******d button. It soon begins to d******d, when a notification pops up on my screen. *Do you want to be beautiful? Do you want all your dreams to come true? We have the answers to your prayers. *It read. I stare blankly at the pop-up, and Athena swipes it off my screen.

Suddenly Allen's cell phone rang indicating there was an incoming message and it turned out to be from Zeyn. My Perfect Husband : Honey, you're ready, huh. Later, we will check your content and take a walk so you don't get bored at home. Allen smiled reading the message, even at work, Zeyn was still thinking about Allen. Zeyn is the perfect husband. Without waiting, Allen immediately replied to the message saying that he would get ready. And without lingering, Allen immediately went to the bathroom, he didn't want Zeyn to wait for him a long time later, especially since Zeyn was tired of working.

She stood at the top of the stairs, hands both clasped on her gown so that she could walk easily. She had a beautiful long puffy red dress on, she literally looked like a princess with her hair pulled up in a kind of messy bun. “We would like to introduce, Camilla Zaila Aragon, our eldest daughter.” Dad announced and that was Cam’s cue to walk down the stairs. She came down the stairs with a big smile on her face as she looked at Grayson who walked to the bottom of the staircase to meet her. The two of them walked back to the stage with Cam’s arm wrapped around Grayson’s arm. Our parents made way for the couple to position themselves in the middle of the stage.

"Please let her in." A stunning woman with curly blonde hair and perfectly shaped lips, dressed in elegant attire, entered the room, clutching a designer bag. She exuded an air of sophistication and style. “Mr. Phoenix, thank you for having me today despite your busy schedule,” she spoke gracefully, removing her glasses to reveal beautiful emerald eyes. Crimson had anticipated Camilla Everheart to be an older woman, perhaps in her early sixties, given the magnitude of her business empire and the numerous achievements associated with her name.

Just exactly how Carl wanted it. I stood near the top of the marble staircase, a flute of champagne in one hand, while the other held on tightly to my silver clutch for dear life. My dress was navy silk, sculpted to perfection, stitched with elegance, and calculated seduction. Tanya had picked it – or more accurately, sent it with a one – line note; “Wear this, look the part. A damsel in distress.” Tonight wasn’t about charity. It wasn’t even about the press. For me, it was finally a chance to take the bull by the horn.

the woman said, her voice laced with amusement, not venom—but it burned all the same. I stepped closer to Jim, lowering my voice to a whisper. "What’s going on, Jim? Who are these people? I thought we were meeting alone." He chuckled, lightly swirling the glass in his hand—a 2005 Château Margaux, I recognized it instantly. A wine that costs more than most cars. "Eleanor," he said, gesturing with the glass, "allow me to introduce Lady Patricia Williams." I blinked. "You don’t say…" "The same," he confirmed. "Owner of LUXE ASTRIA and the international studio. Fashion mogul. Media queen. Global icon."

All I have is my grandfather, who prefers to keep me trapped like a princess in a tower--something precious but also far away, removed from the world. When we make it to the rooftop party, the music is just loud enough to dance to but not so loud as to make conversation impossible. Link guides us over to a beautiful woman with pale chestnut skin, her long black hair swept up into a bun. Her large, slanted, hazel eyes dominate her face and her smile could steal your heart from across the room. Even wearing an apron and dressed in jeans, I’d recognize her face anywhere--supermodel Alexis Carter has an unmistakable face. Especially considering it has graced the covers of leading magazines for