Perfect Lady Novels & Stories

She poured the entire glass over his head. Cold water soaked his hair, face and expensive suit. Their parents gasped. Ethan shot to his feet. "What the hell, Bianca?" She placed the empty glass neatly on the table. "Trust me," she said, her voice surprisingly calm, "the feeling is mutual." His jaw clenched. "I have someone too." She smiled, "Someone handsome" A pause."And well mannered..." She tilted her head. "Unlike youuu." Nobody dared interrupt. She picked up her handbag. "You know what disappoints me the most?"

******* Gala Preparation Final Meeting: As the newly appointed Boss Lady of "Flawless," I confidently strode into the elegantly decorated conference room, clutching my meticulously crafted plan of action. Dressed to impress, I wore a striking off-the-shoulder sweater blouse in a vibrant green apple hue that hugged my frame just right, paired with chic, wide-leg white trousers that flowed gracefully with every step. The six-inch heel pumps I chose added a touch of height and sophistication, ensuring all eyes were on me. The atmosphere buzzed with anticipation as the ladies, adorned in cheerful shades of pink—symbolizing femininity, unity, and readiness—prepared and looked forward to an evenin

The woman King Camille is politely intrigued by—but nothing more. At least, that’s what Lady Elira wants to believe. I sip my tea, pretending not to notice the whisper of soft slippers across marble. Then I hear her voice—smooth, deliberate, dripping satisfaction. “Good morning, Your Majesty.” Lady Elira glides into the room like a queen herself, though she’s not one. Her hair is a sculpted silver cloud, her gown a shade too extravagant for morning. Beside her walks a young woman with honey-blonde curls and a smile polished to perfection.

Even then, Claire was still protecting me. "None of you know Louis like I do. He's not the person you think he is." She pulled out a red jewelry box from her pocket and said, "Honey, I bought you this watch. I was planning to give it to you for Valentine's Day. Do you like it?" Comments immediately started flooding in. [Even now, she's still thinking about getting him a Valentine's gift.] [This is what they call being hopelessly in love.] People at the scene and viewers online felt envy toward me, yet despised me even more for what I had done.

“You are beautiful.” He climbed back up to assure her of how gorgeous she was before he resumed kissing her thighs. Of course, the grand finale was her peach. Kenneth asked her to lie on her back again. After pinning her legs down, he had a perfect view of her sex. Her entrance was glistening and inviting. Down there, she was completely bare, smooth, and flushed with warmth. Her pinkish folds parted like a secret he’d earned the right to explore. Kenneth nearly lost it then and there. He hissed, “Freya… you’re perfect.”

"That chubby kid thinks he's all that just because he comes from a rich family. He doesn't know yet that the male lead is actually Wesley Hunter, the wealthiest and most influential person in all of Centrae! "And when he finds out that the female lead, Hilary Jameson, and her daughter, Sandy Hunter, got bullied like this, he is going to bankrupt the Sterlings!" I cocked my eyebrow when I read the comments, silently taking note of the information given. When I arrived at Theo's preschool, I saw him standing in the corner, silent, his head down. A beautiful young woman was carrying a little girl in her arms, not too far away, comforting her quietly. She had to be Hilary, the main female lead t

her lips formed in an O form as her eyes widened in amazement the moment she'd took a close look at the unconscious bastard beside me. "Holy jackpot! He's superbly hot! I think----" "Shut up, Prizella! Let's get 'em be warmed first. They're shiv'rin' you moron!" Agad itong sumimangot when bob-cut haired woman suggested that, glaring at her friend. "Fine! I'll let you boss me around tonight. But just this one time, Amara!" Yamot na saad nito saka padabog ng lumayo sa'min, but not without sending a malicious gaze at Mr. Del fuero.

Miss Lance laid on the couch watching the puffy clouds with its dazzling texture from her window while creating beautiful pictures on her mind. She was rather nervous and excited at the same time to go on a dinner date with her boss. She had been longing for such moments so she knew she would have to spend a lot of time working on herself. She wanted to appear with that perfect look of Princess Qajar, an iconic beauty symbol of Persia. She had invited her best friend, Scarlett, over to her house to make her over. Even though she knew Scarlett was always devoted to her work, she hoped for a positive response.

Music on* Beautiful – Bazzi & Camila The princess was sitting at the table, eating peacefully, her brown eyes looking down at her plate, alone in the kitchen of the penthouse apartment in the business building, the lights illuminating her body as she looked from time to time towards the window. From the steps leading to the huge helipad above her apartment, Akil descended first, Karila didn't bother to move her gaze to check, not until Lauren descended the steps and her attention from the food was instantly stolen when she focused on noticing his clothes, the way he walked.

The interior of the house was decorated in a traditional and elegant way, which was unlike those of the new rich. When they stepped into the living room, a graceful lady was already seated on the couch with her legs crossed as she was taking a sip from the teacup. It was difficult to tell her age by looking at her face because she looked like she was in her thirties. In reality, Helen was already forty-eight. Linda gulped, for the rich lady before her eyes was so well-mannered. She always thought that rich ladies were mostly haughty, supercilious, and pretentious. However, the lady before her eyes was not only beautiful, but she also appeared to be gentle.