Sharp Nails Palace Novels & Stories

"Thank you, Alaric." Juliet observed my reaction with a teasing smile. "Look at you, Alina. Blushing like a rose. You really do look beautiful." I couldn't help but laugh, my nervousness dissipating slightly. "Thank you, Juliet. You look amazing too." As we left the silk shop, I felt excited. Our journey led us to the palace, an awe-inspiring sight that took my breath away. The palace walls were lavishly inlaid with gold. Immense chandeliers, adorned with crystals, hung from the ceilings, casting a dazzling array of sparkles across the grand hall. The marble floors were polished to such perfection that they mirrored our reflections, enhancing the grandeur of the setting. Every corner seemed

Just a friendly chat? A sigh escaped her lips. That topic never left her mind, but also it’s useless to think over. It’s always been like that. She collapsed on the chair happily, content that her nails were back to the flawless state they should constantly be at. The moon princess took great delight in having these sessions in the salon room. Also, because of the interior of the room, huge white walls decorated with beautiful white lilies always provided her with a feeling of relaxation and comfort. Not to mention the soft music playing in the background.

"With your perfect skin tone, you must try our store's ‘Midnight Collection.' And your hands..." She grabbed my hand with its slightly torn cuticles, letting out an extremely exaggerated gasp of admiration. "My God, look at the shape of these fingers, so slender and strong! These nails are trimmed so... naturally, so wildly beautiful! Only true aristocrats dare to reject those tacky French manicures." I awkwardly pulled my hand back, looking at my knuckles reddened from long exposure to disinfectant. This was pure nonsense. Surrounded by Tiffany and two other saleswomen, I was half-pushed, half-dragged into the luxurious VIP dressing room.

My body had healed from the brutal birth and the summoning of the Lunar Flame, yet the scars remained, both visible and hidden. Pearl’s tiny form rested in the cradle nearby, gurgling softly as her nurse fussed over her lace-trimmed blanket. “Six months,” I whispered to myself, a smile touching my lips despite the ache that never fully left. “We have come so far.” Pushing the cradle, I made my way to the grand hall of the rebuilt palace glittered beneath the silver glow of the full moon streaming through the newly installed crystal skylights. Chandeliers of enchanted glass floated gently overhead, casting reflections across marble floors inlaid with lunar motifs.

Sleek black stone and steel fused with ancient bones and glass, designed with hundred years of history. In the middle was a fountain with lycan statues and their moon goddess. The floor was made out of shiny marbles that reflect the sun when it hits. What surprised me is the tall steel gate was open as if they were not afraid of anyone just barging in. But why would they? When a line of skilled knights were guarding it. I was so busy admiring the palace that I failed to notice that everyone had their eyes bowed in the presence of Kohen. I swallowed and did the same while the prince parked his bike, and in just a second, servants flocked around him to serve him. They removed his helmet, his j

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.

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

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.