Sharp Nails Palace Novels & Stories

He was holding a considerably big wooden box. “What’s that?” I asked. “A gift for luna Nesta from our luna. They are… close friends,” Archer said. We entered the palace. It was in the aesthetic of white, red, grey and black with intricately designed furniture and stained glass windows. The shining white marble flooring had dendritic spiral patterns in black and gold running all over the floor, balustrade, bannisters, and stairs. We soon reached the living room. Miya and Zared were with their guardian while Archer walked in front of Janus, Reese, Zephyr, Vera and me.

Hannah Viona and I stepped out of the nail salon, freshly manicured and ready to take on the world—or at the very least, a tedious dinner engagement with my soon-to-be ex-husband and his would-be mistress. “That color looks perfect on you,” Viona said, admiring her glossy pink nails as we strolled down the street. “And they’re so… long.” I hummed in agreement as I admired my own nails. I usually kept my nails clipped relatively short with nude or pink polish, but lately… that just didn’t feel like me anymore. This time, I had gone for deep crimson, almond-shaped acrylics. And I was glad I did.

Paaye announced as Deki and Gabriel approached them. “You’re welcome, Sirs and Ma’ams.” Gabriel announced mischievously, knowing how much his boss hated to be addressed in that manner. “Why the sudden kindness?” Rico demanded through the link. “It’s protocol, Sir.” Gabriel replied, earning a growl from Rico. “Come with us please.” Deki told them. Tiana followed them, smiling at how spectacular and exquisite the Palette was; the spotless, immaculate, sparkling walls and floors reminded her of the skin of a newborn. Its brilliant sparkle telling her enough time and attention were alloted to polish them by dutiful and devoted employees. A corner of the room was filled with musical instruments o

2 years ago: Silver lining palace shows the power of the universe. No one is allowed to enter the room of the prince where he was sleeping peacefully. Turning and twisting in his sleep, he struggled hard to get up. But he has to wake up quickly. After all, it their first day in college. The thought itself made him so energetic that he woke up instantly and stood up from his soft cushioned bed. "Where are my shoes?" He asked yelled at the servants who are shivering in fear.

I nodded. " You have quite an eye. It is a limited edition and the most gorgeous shoes," she said. I touched it and almost choked when I noticed the price. " Hundred thousand for a pair of shoes?" " Yes. They are Stuart Weitzman platinum guild stilettos," she smiled. Wow, I exhaled. They were beautiful shoes, but who would pay that much for them? " You like it?" Rhaegar, who I didn't realize was behind me, asked. I did, but I shook my head. He would want to buy them for me, and it was just too much.

He even stepped in to support her head at the rinsing station when her neck grew tired, his large, warm hands providing a massage that made the entire salon go quiet with envy. When the final blowout was done, Xielle’s hair shimmered—a rich, multidimensional mahogany that looked both expensive and bold. Paolo finished her nails in a matching deep wine red. "Well?" she asked, spinning the chair. Zeke stood up, running a lock of the silky new hair through his fingers. He didn't just say it was pretty. He leaned down, his voice a low, possessive rumble. "I’m glad I bought those shoes. You look like you own this city now."

Elizabeth muttered, crouched by my feet, a cotton ball smeared with something sharp-smelling in her hand. “I am still,” I lied, twitching again when she nudged my pinky toe. “You’re clenching your toes like you're about to kick someone in the throat,” she said flatly, dabbing again. “It’s just your nails. I’m not amputating your foot.” “I wouldn’t be surprised if that’s the next thing someone tries in this palace,” I muttered, adjusting the shuttle in my hand. Before Elizabeth could come up with a snarky comeback, a loud voice rang out down the hallway, cracking through the air like thunder.

Darnnit! They keep following the guards, their silent footsteps echoing around the quite walls of the palace. They made a few turns sighting doors and golden stuff, she could swear everything is real gold from what she could see. They are literally shining underneath the beautiful expensive chandeliers that could buy her heart. The place is also painted soft cream to get along with the golden and red floor just perfectly. Suhayr is giving the designers of that palace a ten ten if she ever meets them and even a pat to their backs. Or maybe she could kiss their whole face for making the place worth it?

Anne booked her to do my hair the day of the ball before we left and she squealed with excitement. Next we went to the nail salon where we all got manicures and pedicures. Because the adults shift into their wolves often they didn't get anything special done, just manicures and their nails painted, but the young Beta girl that was about my age got gel tips, so I figured I would try them too. I got my nails colored in dark green with silver Christmas designs to match my dress, and everyone else got colors and designs to match their dresses too. I loved my nails, but I loved Alana's clear nails with plaid red, green white and silver going through them. When Anne went to pay for our nails the w

Chapter 51 It’s 7pm and I am all ready to go. I am buffed, polished, exfoliated, waxed, and plucked within an inch of my life. Wearing a dark pink, floor length gown with a sweetheart neckline and no back I feel both sexy as hell and exposed at the same time. Teetering down the stairs to leave the palace I am glad I won the heel height argument with my brothers and managed to convince them to let me wear a sensible height.