Portrait Of A Lady Novel Novels & Stories

She felt his aura and smell long before seeing him walk in. Damien walked in and his eyes fell on Ada curled up on a couch reading a book. The woman managed to look fashionable even in comfortable casual clothes. A pair of large green eyes met his and she nodded in acknowledgement. Her entire body barely covered two thirds of the couch. He took the empty space next to her feet. “What are you reading?” “It’s about a hetaera, practically a Greek geisha,” she explained. “Historical fiction?” “Almost, she might have or might have not existed.” She looked at him curiously. “It is my favorite genre though.”

Giving each portrait a 2 minute gaze then continue to the next and then the next moved to the next until to an oddly familiar face. Black hair like the rare black diamond, golden eyes like the ever shinning sun and her glowing skin like the stars. It was her. The portrait of the woman in my dreams. Why haven’t I recognize her? For 18 years of looking at her portrait and yet I say I don’t know her? As questions arise, I take a glance in her name. Below her portrait it says “Louise Arman”. Since when did her name changed to Louise? I am certain this portrait is something new in my eyes. After thirty minutes of starring on the beautiful portrait of Lady Louise, I came walked down to the dining

All her mind was that the lady would feel scared and apologize but her expectations were cut short. The lady glared at Joan like she is just making empty threats “ I know who you are, A dumb model who fucks around for endorsement deals, Every sensible person knows you to be a witch but your camouflage is working well for you” The lady hissed hatefully. She turned her head to the right side to bring out a novel from her bag, The novel titled ‘ Hello Kitten, Run by Anonymous Author’ She is a lover of dark romance. Joan looked at the lady with anger, and hatred that she couldn't teach the girl a lesson. She tried to calm herself down till the plane landed but her mind betrayed her.

He was Rosalind's brother and quite welcome here. "Well then, come sit by this fire. I just finished my novel and was planning to retire soon. I'd be happy to lend it to youif you enjoy novels, that is." She returned to her chair and picked up her book, then came back and placed it in his hands. "It's one of my favorites." He stared at the title. "Lady Jade's Wild Lord? Thank you." It was an L. R. Gloucester novel, a torrid Gothic novel, and he was staring at it with a reverent expression that tugged at her heart. Like a man who hadn't held a book in his hands in years.

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

She had pictured a creepy, middle-aged lady donning a headdress, telling Sera to gaze into her crystal ball. Above the store counter, holding a cash register that looks like the first one ever invented, sits a painting that grabs Sera's attention. It's a simple painting, midnight blue with one perfect circular moon in the center. Breaking her train of thought, the beads rattle as a woman passes through and walks behind the counter. She doesn't pay Sera any mind, and she digs below for something. When she finally pulls out an embroidered shawl, the woman wraps it around her tall, slender frame. Sera watches as her back straightens, shoulders tensing slightly. Their eyes meet, Sera feels herse

I both hated and admired the woman's elegance and arrogance combined, I guess she is this rich? "Oh, yes that is the portrait of Princess Zeina Greyback the owner of this villa, and the vast lands surrounded by a tall fence. She will come down in a minute I hope you are not in a hurry Chief." I meet his gaze then back at the stairs and the portrait. "Well, we are not in a hurry and it's better if we wait for her before I discuss everything. I don't want to repeat the nature of our business today." He shrugged his shoulders and moved his hand to gesture us into sitting on the couches inside the wide living room. The cozy place is immaculate and made me feel how lucky for the owner to be livin

“Because no one can. Not without risking everything.” A heavy silence settled between us, thick with unspoken fears. I wrapped my hands around the warm cup, its aroma calming yet a reminder of my cage. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I asked, “Marvis… what do you know about the woman in the portrait? The one I look like?” Her eyes flickered with something unreadable—fear or warning—and she glanced toward the door before answering in a hushed tone. “Lady Evelyne… She was once the lady of this house. A woman with secrets no one was meant to uncover.”

I couldn't help but gawk at the paintings, they were beautiful, presenting me in various poses. And then, a particular portrait of me caught my eye. The lady was fully naked but her face was covered by luscious ginger red hair that cascaded down to cover her nipples and her privates, everywhere else was exposed. She had signs of stretch marks on her thighs and at the side of her boobs- though I couldn't make out her face, I saw her beautiful eyes- eyes like mine. I didn't want to deceive myself to believe that I was the girl in the painting.

Finally, his gaze was fixed on a very beautiful portrait of a couple. His eyes were stunned. The portrait of the man had been maliciously destroyed so that the colors of the top and bottom pictures were mixed and could not be clearly displayed. However, that portrait of the woman fell in Jay's eyes very clearly. Even though only her profile was shown, it could still be seen that she was a beautiful woman. The woman had long, natural brown hair. Her lips were thin and slightly raised. This portrait of the woman completely stunned Jay on the spot. These thin and slightly curled lips gave out an impression of arrogance for no reason. It was exactly a photocopied version of his own.