Sharp Nails Palace Novels & Stories

It was going to slow her down. She also bought a cute bag to go with her outfit. "Is that all you would be needing?" The shop owner asked. She had a smile on her face as she felt Hazel to be very direct with what she wanted plus she had the money too. "Yes, I would like a pair of shoes," Hazel said. The ones she had stolen from this shop were not heels and were not suitable enough for a party at the palace. She got a new pair that looked like they belonged on a princess' feet.

I heard the click of heels on the staircase before I saw her. Selene descended like she was walking a runway, one manicured hand trailing along the banister. She wore a cream cashmere sweater that probably cost a month’s rent, paired with white designer jeans that hugged her slim figure. Her honey-blonde hair fell in perfect waves over her shoulders—the kind that required a two-hour salon appointment. Her almond-shaped nails were painted a soft rose color, and diamond studs sparkled in her ears. She looked every inch the beloved daughter, the princess of this cold palace.

Edward casually took a seat; Jacky and Ninth Princess sat nearby, watching the chess game. This chessboard was a treasure of the Princess's palace. The entire board was carved from a single piece of pure white and flawless jade, emitting a gentle radiance, intermingling with the green to create an enchanting contrast that made it hard to look away. Gold threads separated the squares, casting a golden glow that instantly identified them as pure gold of the highest quality. The chess pieces were made of gold and placed on the jade board, sparkling like tiny suns. The appearance of this exquisite and precious chess set in the Princess's palace reflected King Lycan's affection for her. Edward sm

“To hold your hair back when I’m fucking you bent over my table later today. Let your hair down, but pin it out of the way. Come to me soon, my baby.” My core clenches and my cheeks redden at Mason’s dirty words. How can he manage to make innocent hair pins look so incredibly dirty? Next is a box of shoes. I pull it open to reveal the most intricately designed navy blue pumps. Woven flowers dotted with blinking diamonds decorate the back of each shoe, just above the heels. Something tells me those are real diamonds. Another note, “See those heels?” I pause to look at the straight, pointy heels. Walking in them might hurt a little bit.

A man in horn-rimmed glasses smirked into his cocktail. My nails bit into my palms hard enough to leave crescent moons. "Don't react. Don't give them the satisfaction." But then Alessandra's gaze flicked to my shoes dyed black Payless heels with the soles reglued three times. "Oh my God." Her laughter rang out, high and shrill as a car alarm. "Are those from the "children's" section?" Something inside me "snapped."

The atmosphere in the boutique salon was serene, with soft music playing in the background and the gentle hum of conversation from other clients creating a soothing backdrop. My nails, meticulously shaped into perfect almond forms, were a true work of art. The length was just right, neither too long to hinder practical tasks nor too short to lack elegance. The base color, a soft and translucent nude, served as a sophisticated foundation that enhanced the intricate designs layered on top.

It irked me to see others with their mates while I frantically searched for her. "It's so majestic and beautiful," Karica exclaimed from my side as her stunned eyes roamed the palace ahead. Thadieus had taken a profound interest in building this palace after mating with my step-sister Shaline. It was a timeless modern-day palace with cutting-edge technology mingled with archaic architecture and design. A perfect blend of silver glass and pastel-coloured marble. It was adorned with sleek lines and reflective surfaces, giving it a contemporary and opulent appearance. The palace was bathed in a soft, enchanting glow from the strategically placed artificial lights.

Fragments of last night's heated entanglement in the lake and the unrestrained kisses crashed into my mind like shards of a broken mirror. "Fine,"I conceded with a helpless bitter smile, shrugging as if admitting defeat, my tone soft and compliant."You're the boss-you make the rules." A faint smile tugged at Alexander's lips. He stepped aside to clear the way. "There are new slippers in the shoe cabinet." I followed his instructions, slipping into the slippers before stepping into the top-floor penthouse of Sandalwood Palace. The space was spacious and open, decorated in minimalist and cold tones of gray and white with clean, sleek lines.

"Your hair, ma’am—sleek. Elegant. Fierce." A hand threaded through my blonde waves, twisting, pinning, securing—tight but precise. The style was flawless, the updo polished but lethal. A few deliberate loose strands framed my silver-blue eyes, softening the danger in them just enough. "Shoes," I ordered. My sleek black box appeared before me. Jimmy Choo. The stoned heels glimmered as they were slipped onto my feet. My toes flexed, testing the razor-sharp stiletto points.

A pregnant woman like her wasn't suited for a manicure. The duo sat down in the nail salon and a pungent smell of perfume wafted their noses. It was so strong that it was repulsive. Pinching her nose, Mia looked across her shoulder to see a familiar person. She knew that it wasn't common for someone to wear so much perfume. It was Shelly! Shelly's high heels clicked as she approached the duo. She sneered, "Mia, do you know how much it costs to get your nails done here? If you can't afford it, don't even try to step foot into the place. It's not a place for you."