Sharp Nails Palace Novels & Stories

The morning sun over Monte Carlo was bright and hot. It shone right through the big glass windows of the elite Star Salon. Victoria sat back in a soft leather massage chair. Her feet were soaking in warm water with pretty flowers. A nail worker was carefully filing her nails into sharp squares, painting them a beautiful black and wine ombre color. Right next to her, Kany was looking at her phone with one hand while another worker painted her nails a deep, dark blue to match her gala dress.

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 bold red lipstick perfectly matched her manicured nails, "Do remember that the series of tests will only last two months, and as such, you are forbidden to leave the palace walls except when granted permission." Her heels clicked against the marble floor as she paced back and forth, "The following are restricted during your stay here; smoking, using drugs, fighting of any sort and more importantly," She stopped pacing and looked around the room before continuing, "Any sexual relationship with members of the opposite sex from the castle or the pack is strictly forbidden. The punishment for breaking this rule is death."

“Yeah… thanks for the ride.” He nodded, still unsure, but didn’t push. Sienna waved at me from the window, and then they were gone. I turned to face the massive doors ahead of me. This was it. --- Inside, the palace was even more intimidating. Polished marble floors, tall crystal chandeliers, and walls decorated with old royal paintings. It smelled of fresh flowers and something expensive. I barely had time to look around when a sharp voice cut through the air. “You must be Liora, we've met before.”

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.

Her newly found guilty pleasure was skulking Luna's media sites where she'd come to realize how perfectly they complemented each other in photos of two despite her gut churning. Sometimes...point of correction, more often than 'some', comparison poked; Luna had one or two things every girl ever wished for. From flawless L'oréal Paris shampoo commercial-worthy hair down to sandals model-worthy feet. She changed her nail polish every three days. White was the recent shade and tomorrow will be a new one. Gianna made a face at her pathetic level of scrutiny.

Two other guards were stationed outside, watching from the street. The chemical scent of acetone was laced with floral notes of jasmine and rose. Everything was draped in creamy linens and warm wood. Fruit infused waters were given to us, and we were quickly ushered to a set of chairs. Fallon downed hers and grabbed one with juicy slices of kiwi floating around in it. The nail technician’s began with our feet, soaking them before scrubbing and clipping our nails. We’d been quiet for the first few minutes, soaking in the music as we watched the tech’s flit around us like a well-oiled machine.

I'd ordered it up from the laundress's stores under the excuse of a skin complaint, and I kept the bar wrapped in plain cloth at the back of the cabinet where no maid would think to ask why the Queen needed something so ugly. I worked it into my throat first, where his hand had been, then down to my collarbone, then my chest. My nails were short and I scrubbed with them anyway, hard enough to leave thin pink trails. Between my thighs I used my fingers and the cold water both. Twice. Once was never enough, and twice was barely enough either. A man's nose forgets. A wolf's doesn't. It didn't matter that the man himself was already three turns gone over the wall and halfway back to whatever hol

Sharp and pointed nails, round feet with short nails, and small like elephant's feet unrolled the paper. "Attention! For all the inhabitants of hell who have been present in the hall of the kingdom of hell," he said loudly. "Tonight we are all gathered as one in this magnificent palace hall," he continued Ardina began to feel tension. In Ardina's heart, it feels like she wants to run away from this party and also hide in a place that is not easily found by anyone.

“No, Little Swan. Please follow Jane’s instructions and deal with the matters until I come back to see you. Please!” “On it!” My mate was hell worried, so as his other half, it was time to step up and attend to my duties. I pushed out all the expectations of the ceremony or any formal introductions from my head and grabbed my bag. “I will not disappoint you, Vincent!” Jane came to receive me and took me inside the breathtaking Palace, its Royal ambiance didn’t fail to amaze me. The shining white floor, golden and off-white color scheme, gold chandeliers, priceless paintings, and beautiful decorative items, everything was top-notch. Even the servants were more well-dressed than the Alpha of o