Novel & Cerita Portrait Of A Lady Book

Shelves lined the walls, filled with books of all kinds, their spines creating a mosaic of colors. In the midst of this scholarly haven sat Princess Leticia, her hair cascading down her shoulders in loose waves. She was dressed in simple, common clothes that belied her royal heritage. Victoria’s entrance broke the tranquility of the scene with a sudden, almost violent force. Leticia looked up from her book, knowing who exactly her visitor was. The shift in her position revealed a scar on the left side of her face, a long, jagged line that marred her otherwise delicate features.

All romance books. Who would have thought Mr Halloway was a romantic in secret. I fixed my eyes on the portrait above the bookshelf. Sebastian. A lady with the prettiest blond hair I had ever seen and what looked like Jaden when he was younger. Barely a month old if I was being correct. The woman stared at him like he was the only man she had ever seen. She was in love. What happened to her. It would have been inappropriate for me to touch the portrait, but something in me was damn too curious for my own good.

I turned and stood gobsmacked, my mouth somewhere on the floor. A giant portrait of a lady, with long black hair and a huge smile, stared back at me. The lady seemed to have been laughing at something when the picture was clicked. Her face was in the direction of the blazing sun, which kissed her lovingly bathing her in its glorious warmth and light. Some strands of her hair were all over her face and she was happy! “You have got to be kidding me.” I took a step back in shock and horror, my eyes still glued at the portrait because I knew the lady intimately. The lady was none but me. And I seriously didn’t have any idea of what was happening.

the woman replied. Mr Thomas brought out some few options for her to choose from, and the lady ended up choosing two of the dozens presented before her. She couldn't seem to make up her mind on which to collect, so she made use of the only person who seemed to be similar age with her daughter. "Vhat vould you like better, mein Kindlein? Zis oder Zis?" asked the lady as she lifted up both portraits for Lucia to see. “I prefer this Ma'am” Lucia said politely, pointing to the picture of a sunrise over a mountain.

I tried to ignore at the second pulse until the faint rays of the rising sun swept across the dark corner, casting its orange light. I adjusted slightly in our embrace, squinting through the darkness to see what it was. On the far wall, barely lit by the faint glow of the sun, was a portrait. I pulled away gently and padded across the shreds of glass and recklessly laid books. The closer I got, the more defined the portrait became. The first thing I noticed was the oil red paint, protected by a golden frame. A woman, traced in ink and covered in red velvet. Her eyes were blue, felt soft as they stared into mine. Her lips, shaped like mine, and and had an unmistakable replica of my hair when

And he was really torn of believing her that she changed for the better or this just one of her schemes. The Claire now was exactly the Claire that she dreamt about many years ago. He smiled sadly at that thought. He stood up and opened the glass shelves into the part of the special book section. He grabbed that special book entitled: “The CEO’s Little Enchantress”, he opened the book in the middle and took out a photo of a young lady in her 20’s wearing eyeglasses and so focused typing on her laptop. Then he checked another photo of her holding the book and reading it.

Unable to resist her curiosity, she pushed them open and stepped into what she immediately recognized as the library. The room was breathtaking. Shelves stretched from floor to ceiling, filled with books that looked ancient and worn. A soft golden glow streamed in from stained-glass windows, painting colorful patterns on the polished marble floor. At the center of the room was a massive desk cluttered with papers, a quill resting in an inkpot. Above the fireplace hung a large portrait of a woman with soft features and kind eyes. Ella’s gaze lingered on the painting. Who was she? She had seen this image before, though she couldn't remember where.

There were piles of books on her table, and there was a request for more books that she had drafted out. “My lady, let us leave.” Liora begged, following behind me impatiently. I checked through some of her books, and they were mostly fiction. My eyes caught a particular book under a pile of books, and I reached for it instantly. “My lady, you're going to get me killed.” Liora groaned as I picked up the book. “THE ADVENTURES OF LADY KILMARTIN.” I read out loud. “Huh?” Liora mumbled.

She brought me up to a large oil painting of a dark-haired, solemn woman with startling blue eyes, holding a book. "Ethan, please say hello to Lady Percival. Lady Percival, my boyfriend, Ethan Blackstone." She smiled at the painting like they were best friends. I offered a half bow to the painting and said, "My lady." "Isn't she amazing?" Brynne asked. I studied the image pragmatically. "Well, she is an arresting figure to be sure. She looks like she has a story behind her blue eyes." I peered closer to look at the book she held with the front visible. The words were hard to read, but once I realized they were French it was somewhat easier.

I stood up, dusting the cover with my hand. It was aesthetic and probably handmade by someone highly decorative. I opened the book on the page with the polaroid, my eyes instantly connecting with a piercing blue pair. It was a young woman or a teenager, I wasn't so sure, but she was young with long, sleek brown hair tumbling down her shoulders. Her eyes were pretty, but they gave me chills because I felt like I'd seen her before but couldn't pinpoint where exactly. The polaroid only showed her upper body and she was naked but with her hands crossed over her chest, covering her nipples. She was smiling with her teeth biting into her bottom lip.