Portrait Of A Lady Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

We reached the end of the corridor, Lucas’ face turned dark and annoyance was etched into every line of his face. “No.” I was not aware of his one word answer this time however, because there in front of me was the last portrait of the collection. There sitting pride of place over the large double doors sat the biggest portrait in the room. Gazing up I found the beautiful face of Lilith smiling down at me. Her hair falling in soft waves over her shoulders and down her back. She wore a Victorian style dress, which puffed out around in a billowing sea of creamy white taffeta. Flowers adorned her neckline, and a book lay gently on her lap. Her eyes the same blue as her children.

The girls he painted were always surprised by his sexual candor, but they gradually relaxed, for the first time someone saw things in them that even their husbands no longer saw. By the second day, Henri was almost finished with the painting. He unveiled it to Lady Charlotte, the priceless look on her face almost payment enough for him. Lady Charlotte looked at the portrait, the expression on her face almost scaring her. She looked so aroused, her body posed to accent every curve in her body, Lady Charlotte looking like she just succumbed to the biggest orgasm in her life. “It’s magnificent. I can’t tell you how pleased my husband will be with it.”

“Your great-great-great grandmother.” I quirked an eyebrow as I looked down at the portrait of the woman. She had a very regal appearance, with a high forehead, a narrow nose with a prominent ridge, and brown eyes that almost seemed to pierce into me from the page. She wore a high-collared gown with ruffles around the neck, and wore her hair up in a tidy bun. “Cornelia,” I said softly, tracing her portrait. I furrowed my brow as I began to read. But then my mother stopped me, and pointed to another portion of the page with the headline: “Poison.”

With her wedding approaching, she became the center of attention. Whenever people spoke about me now, they simply shook their heads. “Lady Leanora… What a waste of her title as the Royal City’s finest noble lady.” “Exactly. She’s beautiful, elegant, educated, and skilled in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. However, with a sister like that beside her, what can she offer?” One day, Rosalind cornered me in the study and pressed her hand down on my brush.

Once Nimbe left, she slowly traced the books of the case, her fingers hovering over their worn spines. "Organized alphabetically by author?" He hummed in response, though she would have assumed he wasn't really reading his book, but she decided to pretend she didn't care. She sighed slightly as she slowly began to worm her way towards the 'W's laggardly, her head taking in more of the room- of the rich red walls and dark furniture that contrasted dramatically with the rest of the house. In the corner was a tall portrait, its frame stretching from the ceiling to the floor. Instead of the usual landscape, it was a faded image of a woman in a plain grey dress with a white collar, her hair brush

Sorry I should have asked if you were cool with it," I say and she smiles happily "no-no, I love it," She says to me and I smile, I glanced around and caught sight of a huge portrait on the wall *How did I not notice this* I wondered and walked closer to it, The portrait was of a woman, but not any kind of woman, It was of a woman with elegance and class. Looking at the picture you will see her aura of power radiating, Her skin was as light as milk yet shone like butter, her long blonde hair shimmered and shone brightly, her beauty was indescribable

I was about to step out when the covering on one of the furniture pieces pulled down, exposing a portrait leaning on the covered couch. I was enchanted by the picture of a beautiful lady that was drawn on the portrait; she had ruby-red eyes and an enchanting smile. Something seemed off about the lady in the portrait; it was enough to get me scared, but as insane as it sounds, I wasn't. I took the picture in my hands while staring at it; something kept beckoning at me to look more each time I wanted to put it down. "What are you doing?"

I looked closer and saw that it was a man's name. I studied a portrait of a lady. Her rose-colored lips pursed into a shy smile, her long red hair braided into a long braid, and her black eyes were very attractive. She was holding a small rose that had not yet fully blossomed. Oh, she looks like the princess in the story. "A. . . Adam..." I struggled to make out the gold letters in the lower right corner. A thought flashed through my mind, and I immediately turned and called out to Kral, who was already standing behind me.

VALENTINA My breath hitched like a cat caught in a spotlight, staring at that towering portrait glowing like it just stepped out of a magical place. It was me, my portrait. No—no, how is it even possible? it couldn’t be me. The woman illustrated in the portrait was elegantly draped in silks of midnight blue, featuring faint silver symbols of Gemini, though they seemed to have faded somewhat with time. Her posture was regal, every line of her painted body carrying a quiet strength that demanded reverence. But it was the face that captivated my gaze.

She stood on the chain bridge for a while, but she grew bored very soon and decided to enter the book house. There was a lady dressed in a dress managing the book house. Her dress was as green as a tea leaf, and there were exquisite flowers embroidered on it. She seemed to be around 35 years old. Her hair was tied up into a bun while her skin seemed very fair and smooth, making her look mature yet traditional at the same time. The lady boss sat at the front desk while she read a book. There was a cup of coffee placed beside her hand, and upon seeing that someone had entered the house, she froze. Clearly, she did not expect to have guests at this moment.