Pretty Privilege Book Novels & Stories

“He never mentioned you.” “Good,” the woman said. “That means he kept his promise.” She rose slowly, joints creaking, and walked to a cabinet against the far wall. Unlocking it, she withdrew a box wrapped in faded red cloth. “He left this. Said it was meant for the one who would carry the lion’s heart.” Elena reached for it, her fingers trembling. Inside the box was a single book, its cover embossed with the lion crest and the words Sanguis et Superbia — Blood and Pride.

Power joins hands with money and they are a synonym to a single term, which is ‘Authority’. I finished my business on her bed and then kept roaming around for a little bit. She did not have a diary or anything; she didn't even own a laptop. How did she manage to study so far? She literally does not have a thing besides her mobile phone. I went to my room and grabbed some stuff.

At nine o’clock the same night, I watched Isabel's live stream on my phone. She was flaunting her million-dollar Patek Philippe watch. "I tattooed the word ‘old spinster’ on that freeloading old hag. She’s thirty years old, but her skin is already all crusty. I made sure to use darker color ink so it wouldn’t come off!" The viewers in the livestream applauded what she did, which inspired her to gloat again.