Perfect Lady Novels & Stories

The Winter Paris Competition is over and I can finally relax. With Tanya Pennington named the winner, I can finish out the remainder of my Model Perfect contract and be away from the spotlight. All eyes are on Tanya Pennington and her girlfriend, Lucia Perez. Tanya is the first lesbian to become a model girl winner for Model Perfect. All social media platforms are buzzing with the news. As for me, I am glad it's all turning out the way it needs to.

Although the steaming hot coffee in a ceramic mug tells me he is here somewhere, so I walk back to the lounge and sit back comfortably on the L-shape sofa. The glass door opened, and the voices of two people emerging from the office made me crane my neck. At first look, I thought I saw Natalie Portman wearing a classic blue and white striped sleeveless and slim fit dress, with an elegant matching stilleto. She flips her wavy brown hair as she faces the man who follows her. My mouth half opens as I see Blake following her. He was looking majestic in his business suit. I almost did not recognize him. “Come here, handsome guy, let me strangle you,” she says, laughing sweetly as she places her h

Taking a deep breath, she climbed up the porch steps and knocked. For a very long moment, nothing, then, the door slowly opened by just an inch. One green eye, narrow and unreadable, peered through the slit. Then a slow, mocking grin. "Well, well," the voice drawled. "Look who finally crawled back to me." The door creaked open enough to reveal a tall woman in her late fifties. Evelyn Maddox was a beauty that had bloomed into something cold and harsh, like an ice-encrusted diamond left out in the snow.

Like, life or death serious. When we reach the front I smile at the receptionist and she smiles back, waiting for our names. "Lyra Mae Miracle, Elena Cobalt, Jackson Carter, and Maxwell Imlay." She smiles once more and hands us our schedules. Immediately, Elena grabs everyone's and her face brightens. "We all have English together!" she exclaims. "All of us?" I ask, surprised. That doesn't ever happen. Like, ever. This is rigged. Something is pulling at the strings.

She is a beauty beyond compare. She sees me admiring her intensely as we walk towards the bedroom. "What has go you so fascinated, Mr. Stephenson?" I continue to admire her body, my eyes not leaving her once. She comes to stand closer to me. Having her so close sets my heart racing. The sweet smell of her perfume attacks my senses, jasmine, and just a small hint of vanilla. She bites into her bottom lip, which sends me over that restraint that I was trying to hold. I look at her intently. A deep red dress covers her slim-toned body in just all the right places; a pair of red stilettos is the perfect finish to her ever so seductive image off. She is dressed to impress; and god, I am nervous e

she continued. Before Emily could respond, the door slowly gave way, revealing a beautifully dressed lady. Emily was taken aback by Ariana's stunning beauty when she saw her for the first time. She has a radiant complexion that glows in the moonlight. Her long, wavy hair cascades down her back in a waterfall of golden locks. Her deep blue eyes sparkle like diamonds, and her full lips are painted with a soft pink hue. Her slender figure is accentuated by the flowing white dress she wears, which hugs her curves in all the right places. Her graceful movements and elegant posture make her seem like a princess from a fairy tale. Mesmerized by her stunning beauty, Emily couldn't help but stare at

Arc As Pete knelt before her, Lady Legasus's gaze softened, and she reached out a hand to gently stroke his hair. The soft whisper of her fingers through his locks sent shivers down his spine. Her touch seemed almost maternal, yet hinted at deeper, more complicated emotions. The sweet scent of blooming flowers wafted from her perfume, reaching for them, entrancing them all. "Rise, dear subject," she said, her voice husky and seductive, like velvet caressing their skin. The warm glow of candles flickered, casting a golden light on her face.

If you only wanted her, then why did you even bother giving birth to me? Mom stood stunned, speechless. "When did we ever mistreat you? Both your dad and I treated both of you equally. And after we misunderstood Zora, we doted on you even more! What more could you possibly want?" "Why should I be satisfied?" Laila retorted. "So what if I had your love? She still had Simon. Why did she deserve an amazing man like him? Even without you two, she still had someone who loved her!" Tugging at her hair, she screamed hysterically, "She should've died! Everything she had should've been mine! Simon should've been mine!

Thank God they chose a table far from the view of everyone, it's like a private place, I like it. Adal has been polite, chivalrous, and attentive with me, I like that. Who am I kidding? The man takes me out of my world of fantasies and makes them come true. I see Lucero and her lavender-colored dress, and I feel a little envy, she has that sexy yet sophisticated touch. I emphasize that it's good jealousy, not that I want her dress, on the contrary, my dress chosen by her can raise the dead; a red dress, with straps, V-neck, and let's not forget about the slit I have on my right leg, from my foot to my thigh, almost showing my pantyhose.

Woody arrived at his floor and left the elevator. Pamela's chest heaved in anger. "What an ungrateful asshole!" … In Hillside Hotel's business suite, a beautiful lady wearing a dark dress elegantly sat on the sofa. From her mature and steady air that she gave off, she wasn't very young. However, there wasn't a single sign of aging on her face. With her perfect facial features and clear skin, she hardly looked older than 20 years old. She was Miranda Sparks from Herbal Essences.