Second Lady Book Novels & Stories

The Second Lead is the very first novel that I ever created. I am still an Amateur Writer, and I am so honored to share this with all of you. This novel is based on my love of Japanese Culture, including Anime. Let me introduce the characters. Akira Kaneko- She is a Filipina-Japanese girl who was born and raised in Ibaraki. She is bright and a kind of boyish girl. She falls in love with Inei Mizuki's appearance.

something that caught my eye as it sat inside her opened suitcase. “Is that a medical book?” I asked out of curiosity. “Yes” she replied, pre-occupied with setting the little clothes that she has in the closet. “Why do you have a medical book with you?” I asked. “It was required for my final year of studies” she said. “You were studying medicine?” I asked, my voice filled with shock. “Yes, I’m not as dumb as I look” she laughed. “No! no! Please don’t misinterpret me. That’s not what I meant as all. I always knew that you were smart. What I can’t figure out is how a medical student can settle for a job of being a servant” I explained. “Well Xander, when there is nothing in someone’s pocket b

Under the soft warm linen of the soft fresh night-shift, under the careful soft heavy coverlet, under her own thin pale skin and her own thin ribs, the second heartbeat under her ribs went boom boom boom in its careful slow patient steady rhythm. Tonight, for the first time in her own life, Elowen Vayne did not press her hand to her chest in the careful private gesture of a frightened young woman trying to make sure that the careful second pulse was not really there. Tonight she pressed both her hands flat over her own chest in the careful private gesture of a young woman who had decided, in the careful soft dark of an autumn evening in a strange gilded chamber, that the careful second pulse

she whispered, her voice barely audible. Charlotte smirked, watching her intently. "Those, my dear, are the legal documents that prove Damian and I are still married. Still bound by law. And that means—" she took a dramatic pause, her gaze flicking to Naomi with a venomous smile, "—you’re the second wife." Naomi’s breath caught in her throat. Her world seemed to tilt, spinning out of control as the words echoed in her mind. "What? No. That can’t be—"

I discreetly turned away, not wanting to intrude on their conversation. "I heard Sir Daryl already got his new secretary," a woman in her late 30s, with a sharp bob of dark hair, announced to her companion. "Yeah, I heard she's his age," the other woman replied, a hint of amusement in her voice. "I already know what will happen next," the woman with short hair said, her eyes suddenly locking with mine. A chill ran down my spine. "Which department are you?" she asked, her tone sharp and inquisitive. I was caught off guard, my heart pounding in my chest.

the first woman continued, “He was so unhappy in his marriage he couldn’t even bear to be with his wife on the second happiest day of their lives together.” The women clucked at this, Luna imagined they were shaking their heads. She wanted to stop listening, she wanted to leave and walk away from the gossiping women, but she stayed. This was her they were talking about, if they didn’t have the guts to say it to her face, then she would just have to hear it behind her back now, won’t she?

I'd gotten some rest. The ladies had assembled in the main hall of the mountaintop mansion complex, but the first lady was not among them. Because of what had transpired, they were all heartbroken. Beauty2 said Second lady, I was the one who the Prince requested to wash his robe. He said he was going on a trip and that I should iron his robe, which I did before he left the mansion.

Three years together. Lucian proposed seventy-seven times. Aurelia said no every single time. The entire family called her ungrateful. How dare she reject the Underboss? But Aurelia knew the truth. Lucian never wanted to marry her in the first place. The first three times, she said yes. She took the ring with tears in her eyes. Each time, his face turned to ice. "A proper woman doesn't give in so easily," he scoffed. She took the hint. She handed the ring back and said no. Only then did his warm smile return. Then came year three. Aurelia overheard that line between him and Bianca, her adopted sister—intimate, sick, and unmistakable. It hit her like a bullet. Lucian never loved her. Not for

“It’s an honor to have you here again. Although it did take you almost a year.” “I’m sorry about that;” I sighed. “I’ve been having a lot of problems lately.” She then pointed to the open book before me as I began going through the photos. Kids of every age grinning broadly with eyes of wonder on their faces. I studied them intently considering the nuances of their looks and how they held themselves. Each photo captured a life, a narrative. For a brief instant I sensed myself as an outsider, in their realm. The woman stayed seated opposite me quietly. I avoided looking at her until I sensed she was watching me? the heaviness of her stare beginning to press down on me. I lifted my eyes. Her f

Cassius said with a smirk, likely mistaking my gaze on the bookshelves as me restraining myself from browsing them. Despite not feeling as enthusiastic as he assumed, I still went for the books. I let my hands trail across the spine of the books, stopping on the thickest one. I carefully pulled it out, afraid to even scratch the cover. “That’s the novel section of the books. There’s really no title on the cover because it’s printed on the first page,” Cassius explained from his bean bag. I nodded at his explanation and opened the book. My heart nearly dropped upon reading the title. Was this just a coincidence? Written in an elegant font was ‘The Second Time Around: Chronicles of Ava Midgen’