Sharp Nails Palace Novels & Stories

Everything was so clean, so unbelievable it almost looked fake. The white marble floor, decorated with purple and gold accents, was polished enough that I could see the reflection of our faces. The purple and gold came back everywhere. In the columns, chandeliers, and even the walls. It wasn’t the first time today that the beauty of this land had left us speechless. I heard several gasps behind me. “Are we allowed to walk in here?” Nate asked quietly. I thought the same. My first thought when we entered the palace in Lyperia had been that I might ruin the floors, but this was something else entirely.

"I almost gave your spot away. There’s a late f*e, honey." "I don't mind," I said, my voice steady and flat. "Charge whatever you want. Just make them red. Deep, blood red." I sat in that chair for an hour, watching the polish dry. Every brush stroke felt like I was painting on my war paint. I didn't check my phone. I didn't look at the news. I just stared at my hands, thinking about the gala. When I left the salon, my nails looked like they had been dipped in a crime scene. It was perfect.

He didn’t even acknowledge Marah’s question, instead picking up his phone and issuing some work instructions to his assistants. Marah didn’t mind. She went to the kitchen and, upon learning they were having noodles, said she wanted a bowl too. Once she returned to the living room, she idly admired her freshly done manicure. Sitting right across from Adela, she flashed a sweet smile and showed off her hands. “Adela, look at my nails! Aren’t they gorgeous? I designed the pattern myself.” Her pale fingers sparkled under the light. When Adela looked closer, she noticed there were actual diamonds glued onto her thumbnails.

“I caught a young girl in the midst of what appeared to be breaking into a house through the window. It turns out she lived there and forgot her key.” “Hm,” Caleb mused, cocking his head to the side. His eyes flicked to my platinum hair first, then my long nails, which were still wrapped around Neil’s bicep. “Those are interesting.” He nodded his head toward my nails with a smirk. “I haven’t seen that style around here before.” Beside me, I felt Neil stiffen. I quickly placed my hand behind my back, feigning shyness. “She got dressed up for the banquet,” Neil said smoothly. “Apparently long nails are starting to come into fashion.”

Chelsea There was still a day left before the event, but it seemed as though everyone in the palace was operating on the assumption that it was starting in just an hour. I couldn't help but be amazed at how efficiently things were being prepared. The grand hall was nearly adorned to perfection. Lavish tables and chairs were neatly arranged to the side, and the room was adorned with various flowers and candles on tall stands. The chandeliers added a touch of elegance to the space, while the gobos, recessed lights, and string lights on the dance floor added a subtle charm.

“What do you mean? Is King aware of her presence?“, Christian shot him a question while his fierce gaze was pinned on a stupified Ariel. The guard simply nodded. George, “Alright then. Let’s not dally further” he quickly spoke and rested his hand on his brother’s shoulder to calm him down. Christian closed his eyes before speaking in his deep voice. “Okay.” Ariel was awestruck by the grandeur of the Theo Palace. The floor was so smooth, shining, and stain-free that one can see his reflection. The palace was beautifully designed and equipped with baroque furniture. Huge walls adorned with exotic and exquisite paintings, shelves decorated with intricately carved artifacts, and large glass wind

She was dazed. She pulled the shoes off and saw that one of the heels was pulled away by force and slanted. It was being held in place by a little nail. Everyone saw it and Stan fixed his gaze on it. Everyone glanced at it and started murmuring. Something isn't right here. Finally Mary Patrick spoke “This shoe is made by Shivana designer and accessories, the leading designer home in England. I personally examined and chose these shoes because she would be descending the stairs in the scene and needed a shoe with a balanced heel.

"You handle it however you see fit, Evelyn. Don't let random nobodies ruin your mood. Our salon is a luxury club, not a garbage dump." On the other end of the video call came Stellan's familiar voice, but his words sent a chill through my entire body. "You hear that, pauper? Stellan said I can handle it however I want." Evelyn Scott looked at me smugly, then snatched the phone from my hand before I could react and tossed it straight into a nearby bucket of water.

Her carefully crafted image of innocence crumbled against the weight of cultured wit and poise. Even Ethan was stunned. His eyes locked on me with shock, as though seeing me truly for the first time. The silence was broken by a laugh. An elderly man with silver hair, dignified and imposing, leaned on his cane and replied in French, his tone warm and approving: “Well said! A fine quote indeed—‘beautiful outside, rotten within.’ This lady’s insight is truly remarkable.” I recognized him. Mr. Renault, a major shareholder of a European luxury brand—and one of the most sought-after business partners of the Caldwell Group.

Salara’s POV The palace is eerily quiet. I slip off my sandaled shoes and begin to make my way through the quiet halls with my bare feet. The palace is breathtaking to see, but I don’t take the time to admire the beauty around me as I follow some unknown path through the maze of hallways.