Pretty Woman Novels & Stories

thinking they are the stupid kind of heiresses you see out there? That's were you are totally wrong. These ladies don't fall head over heels for men, Tut, Tut, Tut. It the other way round... There have an unrestrained charm that follows their certain type of persona that would always draw you to them... ****** A woman in her mid forties, was sitting beside an office desk, she was so serious, and despite her age, she still maintain her Young look. If you were meeting her for the first time you would probably think that she is thirty two.

They spoke in such hushed voices, perhaps not wanting me to overhear. "I heard Jessie gave birth to the child, but the child's staying with her now. Ryan's mom was so furious after he got the divorce, and she passed away with regrets." "Aren't things going well for Madison? Her career is taking off. She owns a house, she's rich, and she's pretty. She can get any man she sets her sights on. She would never go back to that disgusting man for sure." "Yeah. His repentance means nothing." I turned off the tap and opened the bathroom door nonchalantly. The two girls immediately looked awkward.

She was the literal definition of wealth. White pants. White blazer. Black designer purse that was essentially shouting "I earn your salary." Her hair was straight and long, down to her waist, and her glasses protected eyes that quite possibly could slice glass. Her lips were painted with a red so bright, it might've begun a war. She strode as if she owned the building, perhaps the city. I blinked. "Who's that boss woman?" Jim gave me the widest eyes in the world. He shook his head slowly like, don't say a word.

Goddess, why do I even care? I shake my head, slapping both damp hands onto my face. I turn to the mirror with just the towel wrapping around my body. That woman had suck fair skin and the highest cheekbones ever, Her iips were not thin or thick but just enough to know whatever comes out of it is either elegant or well . . . elegant. She’s the kind of woman you usually call a queen. I’m pretty sure everyone thinks they look so good together. I grind my teeth and quickly pick up the blower. Oh fuck it, so what?

“Excuse me, are you Mrs. Rancho?” I freeze, then turn slowly. A young woman stands near the window, the light pouring around her like she belongs in it. She’s stunning—her dark hair falls in soft waves down her back, her skin glows, and her green eyes look almost unreal, too bright, too clear. Her fitted dress is simple but elegant, the kind that doesn’t need to shout to demand attention. Still, there’s a quiet confidence in her posture that says she knows how to hold power—and how to use it.

Women danced in various costumes, some elaborate, others minimal. A woman in a black suit approached me. Older, confident, the kind of person who'd seen everything twice and wasn't impressed anymore. "First time?" she asked. "That obvious?" "You have that look." She gestured toward the back. "I'm Madam Fantasy. I run this establishment. What can we do for you?" "I have a Private booth. And I was recommended someone named Jailbird." She lifted an eyebrow, not surprised but definitely more attentive now. “Jailbird is one of our most requested performers. I hope you understand she doesn't come cheap.”

~ (72 years earlier) Aren’t you a pretty little thing.” I purred, as I admired the glitter shining from the infinity symbol standing vertically, my newly administered mark, upon the side of this woman's face. I wasn’t even sure of her name, but I didn’t care. She was a vision of loveliness, a petite and delicate beauty with a presence that belied her small stature. Her blonde hair, styled in a chic bob cut, framed her face and accentuated her striking features. Her deep blue eyes sparkled like sapphires, shining brightly with a warmth and kindness that drew me in. Her tanned skin glowed with a healthy, sun-kissed radiance, adding to her natural beauty and effortless charm.

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.

Berry said. “Thank you, Sir. I just came from a beauty salon and the staff did their jobs really well.” Clarissa was a little embarrassed to speak but she found the courage to do so. “See, I told you, Berry. She does look like our favorite Spanish Miss Universe.” Bamby cut in the conversation. “Truly, her features are amazing and I am sure that my clothes will make her look more regal,” Berry responded.

However, she was stunned when they arrived at the upscale western restaurant. The beautiful woman who was seated there had a commanding and somewhat condescending aura. She had wavy shoulder-length hair, a delicate face, fair skin, and red lips. She was wearing a fashionable white pantsuit that emphasized her long and slender legs, and had a ruby-colored watch on her wrist. Her earrings were exquisite and expensive, and her manner was noble and sophisticated. Sophia Harrison—a powerful career woman who was incomparably perfect. Even though she was undeniably gorgeous, she still seemed approachable. Her delicate face and intent gaze could move and mesmerize others.