Sally Slater Novels & Stories

Or, was she just being careful? The electronic doors slid open, and Sally came in, graceful as ever in her ever-blazing suit and trousers that looked like they were washed in Asia and ironed in Italy. The fold lines on her trousers spoke grace with every step she took; the tablet she was holding seemed like a heavy weight against her fragile, intelligent frame. She looked over at Lana’s table and picked up her pace, walking faster towards the sitting party and noticing the icy Freda. As Freda saw her approaching the table, her countenance changed from the faked warmth that she exuded to her usual, normal icy cold.

Sally has not been to Liana's boarding house for a long time. "You're also busy with your new lover," commented Liana. Liana knows Sally has many male friends. "I don't have a lover!" Sally complained. "No matter how many male friends. No one is interested in me," she said. "I'm ugly, and no one deserves it." Liana pats Sally on the shoulder. "Don't be pessimistic, and there's nothing perfect in the world. Got it?" Sally nodded. "Lately, I often exercise because I want to have a good body," she replied excitedly.

Sally was surprised to see her, her eyes rolling from up then down to her body as she saw the patient uniform she was wearing. “Why were you shouting my name like that earlier, huh? Do you wanna die? What gave you the right to scream my name like that?!” Sally was now yelling back at Scarlet, walking closer to her. But unknown to Sally, going closer to Scarlet was the greatest mistake she made because as soon as she was close enough, Scarlet slapped her face dirtily. “What! Did you just slap?” Sally's eyes widened in shock as she held her cheek, it was stinging her badly.

Rhea's Pov Sally let out a sharp scoff, she looked like a woman who still believed she held the strings. She straightened her spine, pulling herself up from Beatrice’s side. "Ending?" Sally repeated, her voice dripping with a venomous mockery. She brushed a stray, silver-blond hair from her face, her eyes narrowing into slits of pure malice. "You truly are a naive little girl, Rhea. Do you think a video and some digital numbers on a screen are enough to bring down the Taylors? Do you think the foundations I’ve built over decades can be toppled over by a commoner like you?” Sally laughed again, her eyes rolling.

However, something about it tickles her admiration, such as charm and charisma enveloping every inch of Leonore. "Hi." Leonore raised her hand in a hesitant wave. "Hi. You looked good, Leonore." Leonore shyly smiled back in response. "You too, ever classy and formal." She complimented back at Sally. Sally was wearing a dirty white tube top dress with length just on her knees. She paired it with a crocheted black blazer. Her hair as usual was perfectly rounded in a bun. Sally is really a lady in the making, a portrait every other woman would fancy imitate. But for Leonore, there is more to Sally than just her fancy facade. For her, the lady was exquisite, a beauty well proportioned outwardly

“Catherine Jones, you’ll be cursed with a horrible death! The biggest regret in my life is that I didn’t drown you to death when you were young, you brute!” “Let go of me.” After Sally scratched him a few times, Hadley pushed her away impatiently. Sally got up and intended to fight him again, but Catherine pushed Hadley away. She walked up to Sally and slapped each side of her cheeks. Sally’s face instantly swelled up as her head buzzed. Initially, Sally wished to kill Catherine so badly. However, it frightened her when she met Catherine’s icy eyes. Afraid that Catherine would slap her again, Sally stopped moving forward. Nevertheless, she continued to criticize, “I’ve put so much effort in

Not at all. She can't stop remembering her Princess. Her Princess Danika. The King took her in as his slave. She can still remember vividly, her princess being collared. Sally can't imagine Princess Danika being anybody's slave. She tries to picture her princess working the mines or taking orders from people, and she just couldn't. Princess Danika wasn't trained like that, and she'll be having the hardest of times. It hurts Sally a lot. She is a slave, but the Princess always treated her right. The only person she knows is Princess Danika. Sally hurts most because she knows her princess can't survive alone without her.

It is full of chocolate, letters, flowers, and other things in a romantic way. She is what every man desires. She's pretty, smart, and has a body of a model. Small waist, big bust, big bum, small face, and not to mention she's 5'6 while I'm 4'11. Not like other beautiful and famous girls, Hilary is such a humble and kind person. Also, the power and money she holds, she's rich and her family owns a famous company in this city. Just imagine how perfect she is? This how good Hilary's life is.

Chapter 11 – Silas The low hum of voices filled the dining room, but I barely heard them. My mind was elsewhere—still stuck on the girl sitting beside me. Hyacinth Clausen. It felt like a cruel twist of fate. The fiery woman I couldn’t forget, whose defiance had ignited something primal in me, was now... my stepsister? The thought gnawed at me. I tightened my grip on my fork, as if the pressure could drive the thought out of my mind. It felt wrong, unnatural, like some sick joke played by the gods to remind me of my sins.

They had spaghetti, fruit salad, and a cake with a candle shaped 18 on it. Ellaine was forced to speak just to break the awkward silence, “Auntie, a while ago I met a strange woman. Her name is Margarette.” “Margarette? I don’t know a woman named Margarette living in the neighborhood.” “Maybe that’s because she’s living near the city proper. She has this shop selling weird stuffs as well.” Ellaine was not interested in eating her spaghetti anymore. She was merely poking it with her fork. “What kind of weird stuffs?”