Sharp Nails Palace Novels & Stories

Maria stared at her strawberry pink coated nails with her middle finger painted yellow with a cute pink flower design that had a tiny pink diamond in the middle. "I think Mai's nails are really cute. It suits you." Maria admired Mai's lapis blue painted nails with a yellow star design on her middle and thumb nail. After leaving Black Swan Boutique, Duchess Dior suggested that they all go and visit the capitol's second popular jewelry store called New Moon Palace.

Nah, better safe than sorry. I'd rather walk barefoot than let six-inch stilettos announce my arrival to the entire palace, so I hook them over two fingers and keep walking. The marble immediately bites with cold, making me hiss under my breath. Seriously, who designed this place? You've got chandeliers the size of houses but heated marble is apparently where the budget ran out. I walk a little faster before my toes decide they've had enough, turn left at the ridiculously oversized portrait of one dead Alpha who's still somehow judging everyone who walks past him, then take the stairs two at a time because frostbite sounds like a terrible personality trait.

I shifted my gaze immediately, too embarrassed to maintain a steady eye contact with him again. Beta Fred rushed ahead inside the Palace. The guards lined up in two rows to welcome Aiden and gave a neck bow respectfully. Their suits neatly lined, perfectly fitting bodies. A blend of uniformity and uniqueness. The beauty of the Darkmoon hit me immediately. I had never seen such luxury in my life. I thought the Black moon’s palace was beautiful when I first arrived there. Looking at the Darkmoon’s it is nothing compared to it. The showy appearance of the tulips and Roses at the entrance of the Palace, giving out a very warm and welcoming fragrance.

The whole time, Cassandra had gone back to filing her nails like we had all the time in the world. I gritted my teeth. “Can you come help me?” She glanced up at me struggling on top of a chair balanced on a pile of books. “I really don’t feel like it.” “Cassandra!” “You know,” she said, inspecting her nails with exaggerated focus, “I don’t remember telling you my name or saying you could use it in that manner.” But she pushed herself up anyway, came to ‘help’. And we both tried. And failed. Because while her words had been meant to insult, she was right—the Palace was built like a fortress. The vents were high, the walls thick, everything designed for security.

And continued walking to who knows where; at the least somewhere not here. “This is too much,” she said while striding off in the hallway. “What is?” A silvery voice came from behind. Maria turned her head around and was surprised to see the man, he had long blonde hair matched with his sharp eyebrows, his light blue eyes stared deeply at her as if conveying his utmost attraction. The most striking feature of the man was his cleft chin and charming half-smile, it was extremely fatal yet she showed no sign of fascination. “You know princess, you enchant me every time we meet,” He said as he courteously extended his hand, waiting for Maria to offer her hand. Reluctantly she complied- having he

I slammed the door in his face, unable to stand that smug look anymore. He banged against the door. “You have twenty minutes, princess. Don't make me wait.” Breathing hard, I turned away from the door. And that's when I saw the dress and shoes on the bed. My breath caught in my throat as I got close. I stared at the items laid out on the bed, wrapped in stark wonder. The dress was a shimmery black color that looked authentic even from where I stood, a halter neck type with a zipper by the side. The shoes were the icing on the cake. They were princess spring shoes with real diamond glitter in the black glass. Premium AXL brand.

Ashley’s POV I step into the grand palace hall, and a smile tugs at the corners of my lips as I absorb the scene unfolding before me. The hardworking slaves move with agile hands, diligently scrubbing every corner and crevice. Their swift motions bring the hall to life, and the gleaming surfaces reflect their meticulous efforts. A sense of purity and serenity fills the air, wrapping around me like a comforting embrace.

Sophia chirped as we got down the kitchen stools and followed Mama Zainab out. We went to a certain Spa Palace where Mama Zainab already booked a private room for three of us. We were going to be taken care of by females. We were going to manicures and pedicures and some other cleansing activities. This was a birthday present to herself. We changed into pink robes and got ready for our special treatment.

The wall had a few floor-to-ceiling, in-built shelves that held different items of clothing, accessories, and shoes. I walked forward in amazement and looked through them. I wanted something in red and gold. I finally found the perfect heels. They were gold-coloured high heels and the heel part looked like it was the stem, and on top of it rested a red rose which formed the ankle part of the shoe around. It looked really nice. "Would you like to wear ornaments, Queen Avalyn?" one slave asked softly. "What do you have?" I asked. She walked towards the wall and pulled out an entire shelf full of ornaments. I saw things I didn't even know the name of.

Her blonde hair fell in perfect, effortless waves, glimmering in the afternoon light pouring through the glass dome of the Palace salon. Pretty bitch. The Palace wasn’t really a palace—just what we called the mansion the Heldon royals used when they wanted to “relax.” Ten bedrooms, three jacuzzis, and a pool shaped like a crescent moon. You couldn’t walk three steps without bumping into someone with too much money and too little personality. I tried to focus on the mint tea someone had placed beside me, but it didn’t work. All I could think about was *her*. Eloise.