Satine Anais Geraldine Macht Novels & Stories

The man who stood before her was truly exceptional and exuded an air of nobility. Marveling at his charming face, Charmaine mustered up her courage and asked, "Gerald, do you remember me?" Gerald furrowed his brows, unable to recognize her rather plain face. Charmaine quickly explained, "It's me, Charmaine!" Noticing the lack of reaction from Gerald, Charmaine added, "I'm Larissa's sister!"

As is well known, most of Alana's designs were priced between five hundred thousand and eight hundred thousand, and true masterpieces started at one million. "She was sitting in a Maybach S680... Her family background must be pretty good." "It seems like the second place this year, Gina, the daughter of Bushmere's wealthiest Elliott." "Oh, so it was her? She looks pretty, just a little swollen in the face." Upon hearing this, Gina's expression froze. Just two days ago, she had been hit by Marisa, and her face was still swollen, making her look a bit chubby. However, at this moment, she still maintained a smile, trying her best to show her beautiful side.

Sadie and I have been in Baker now for two months. Going by the names Katie and Nick. Sadie turns eighteen in three days. It’s hard to believe that she is seven months pregnant, but her stomach grows every day. I got a job right away and Sadie wanted to do something besides stay at home all day. I found a way for us to have all the legal documents we would need to become Nick and Katie. Sadie went and decided that she wanted to go and take some classes during the day. Sadie wants to become a counselor to help people. She never really had someone to help her and she wanted people to know she could help.

"Lady Helena!" Anne exclaimed agitated, entering the lady's bedroom. "What happened?" She questioned, furrowing her brow. Anne took a deep breath. "Mr. Gerald is at home with a woman, and she has a baby... She looks just like him," she said. "What thing?" Helena inquired, narrowing her eyes in disbelief, "help me get into the wheelchair and take me, I want to meet that child," she begged. Anne immediately obeyed her boss's orders, helped her up onto the chair, combed her long black hair, and led her out of the room.

The woman responded in a gentle, almost shy tone, "Sir, I was wondering if you wouldn't ask. My name is Anne Gate." Valentine briefly considered her name, then suggested, "For tonight, you don't need to call me sir. Act as if we're truly together—you should call me Pascal." Anne gave a small, obedient nod, but remained silent as the car continued towards the Singer's mansion. After half an hour, the vehicle glided through the gates and into the mansion. As the chauffeur brought the vehicle to a smooth halt, Valentine barely waited for the engine to quieten before he was on his feet, quickly striding toward the grand hall where the anniversary event was being held.

She said, eyes gawking at the lady. "Aren't you the all famous Nicole Valenti?" Leniela asked, already on her feet. Her eyes couldn't believe it either but the woman in front of them screamed of fashion so there was no doubt. She'd followed her so well on her fashion shows and magazines to be mistaken. "I am pleased to meet you ladies' '. She stretched her hands for a handshake. Savina was the one to happily accept, followed by Leniela and lastly Greta who was unfamiliar with the lady.

Absently, she pulled tips from her garter belt and white satin thong. The door flew open. Ginger breezed in. “Christ, Snowflake, you’re an idiot,” she said and tossed something at her. Anaisse caught the item and frowned. It was the gossamer baby-doll top that went with the thong and completed her “naughty virgin” outfit. She’d forgotten to wait by the stage for the runner to bring her discarded clothes. “Oh. Thanks.” Ginger braced a hip against the vanity counter, crossed her arms in front of her chest, and met Anaisse’s gaze in the mirror. “What’s with you? You haven’t been yourself lately.”

"It's fine. Honestly." "You are welcome, my lady." "Thank you, Gerald." I was about to say something else when a gorgeous brunette sashayed out of the building. She was dressed in the same way as the men, but she somehow made it look like it belonged on a runway. "Anita, come here and bow to the Luna." Gerald said, making Ace tense beside me. She set her eyes on me and smirked. "She's not the Luna yet, is she, now?" She said, surprising everyone.

his friend Raver just standing behind him like he was his bodyguard. Gerald looked pissed but he quickly smiled. " Okay, so see you later?" He told me with his sexy voice. I simply nod my head. I get up from my chair when I saw Helena who was on her way to our table. She put her hands on her waist and clapped her hands for me. " Wow, so you're that girl they said " I yelled at her while looking to her two side kick, Ana and Tin. They called them, the Sailor moons of the campus.

"Huh! Why? Did she knows that you are the father of her children?" "W—" Gerald slams his hand on the table in anger, knowing that Annie has found out something again that she can use to blackmail him. Suddenly, someone knocks on the door. The doorknob makes a sound, causing them to turn, and it opens. Gerald takes a deep breath to muster his strength. The maiden, as beautiful as an angel in the sky, is revealed from outside. Ava Nicole isn't even fully dressed yet, but even with her simple aura, she already looks beautiful. Even Annie looks up at her.