Sharp Nails Palace Novels & Stories

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 earrings were diamond and turquoise and she wore a pair of short heels with turquoise color which had small bow ties on their front. "You're so perfect! I really did well taking these dresses." Shen said as he continuously gazed at her She laughed as she saw her husband watching her like a dog preying on a bone. "Thank you!" Zoe said joyfully "Where are my manners? Please, may I invite you to come in my car?" Shen said elegantly "What a gentleman. Of course, it will be a pleasure, and stop teasing me." Flashlights*... The Diamond Palace Platinum was introduced with lights and many cars were parked beside it. It was a special day today and many people were invited.

valeria pov The moment I stepped into the palace, every head turned in near-perfect unison. The hall stretched before me, vast and gilded, chandeliers dripping candlelight across a floor polished so bright it looked like still water. Dozens of young women lined the space in gowns of every color, each one clearly chosen for how well it framed her figure, her face, her chances. I had expected nerves. I hadn't expected the sheer weight of so many eyes landing on me at once, a physical pressure against my skin the moment I crossed the threshold.

I had already sent my beta ahead to make sure our rooms were prepared before we arrived. Through our mind-link, her voice chimed in my head. “You’re scowling again.” She elbowed me playfully. “I don’t scowl,” I replied, my eyes scanning the entrance hall. The palace was as extravagant as I had expected—high ceilings made of deep blue and silver-tinted glass, marble floors well polished, and an overwhelming stench of insufferable wolves. Raya giggled. “You totally do. And might I add, you look even more miserable than usual.”

The hotel room was dimly lit, the only light coming from a single bedside lamp that cast a warm glow across the king-sized bed. Marcus had been waiting for this moment for weeks. Ever since he first noticed Sophia at the office party , specifically, the way her elegant black heels accentuated her perfectly arched feet , he couldn’t stop thinking about them.

Of course, she wanted to look her best. "Sure," she said with a smile. "Let's go today." Shaun grabbed his car keys. "Come on. I'll drive." Half an hour later, they arrived at a cozy nail salon downtown. The manicurist greeted them warmly. "Ms. Mallin, what kind of style would you like today?" Halsey asked, "Do you have any recommendations?" "Of course." The manicurist opened a photo book and started showing her different designs. Halsey turned to Shaun. "Which one do you like?"

LENA. I sat quietly in the leather chair while the nail technician carefully painted the last layer of polish onto my nails. The salon smelled faintly of acetone, perfume, and shampoo, the kind of scent associated with places like this. Soft music drifted through the room while women chatted lazily around me, completely unaware that my entire life was balancing on a knife’s edge. I stretched my fingers slightly and admired the pale nude colour drying on my nails. It was elegant and clean, perfect for public appearances.

The bleaching that would strip me down and rebuild me into her double. Manicures came next. Pedicures. Nails filed into perfect little shapes, buffed until they shined, painted with colors that caught the light. My wrist throbbed faintly when the manicurist handled it, but I pressed through without a word. The last thing I wanted was for Sienna to panic again.

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.

9 Nasrin The soles of my golden flats and his shiny dark shoes made little to no sound when we walked together on the marble floors of the palace hallway. I couldn’t keep from internally being in awe at every minute detail in the structure of the pillars, the domes, the antique decorations. Each and every little thing gleamed of opulence. Richness. No wonder Azmia was well-known as the Golden country. I had slept with the sultan of the country that bleeds gold, and he had an adorable picture of me drooling on his phone. I certainly knew how to pick a one-night stand.