Sharp Nails Palace Novels & Stories

One of the horizontal poles was directly in front of me and held a whole lot of gowns. Beneath the gowns were two shelves of shoes; some were sturdy boots but most were delicate things made of soft leather with spindly heels and sparkly bits all over them as if some rabid jeweler had got a hold of them. I rolled my eyes. At least I knew where Aideen got her shoe inspiration from.

“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

Why are you so cold? "Step the fuck down and let's get in there to to invite them and leave.." I turned to her. "Don't you dare make a move from where you are." I slammed but she already jumped down and made her move while Tyson smiled and I shot a glare which Infuriated me the most. The palace was really rocky with white crystals designed on the body of the walls and the interior view was definitely snow white. Zenevieva walked down majestically and the queen have a huge smile at her which made me roll my eyes

The great master Andriano, behind his stern and strict figure, was still very fond of his grandson. "Why did Richie pick me up like this?" asked Sharlynn silently, feeling curious and a little scared. "Richie, explain to me. What is this all about?" urged Sharlynn with an indecisive face. Richie, without answering her question, pushed Sharlynn into the room while holding back the anger on his face. Sharlynn was stunned, looking around the luxurious and spacious room that resembled a room in a palace, which was filled with mosaic paintings and Baroque-era decorations.

“Thankyou.” Her passionate declaration in my defense warms my heart and I feel a bit of the past pain lift away from my soul hearing her words. I spend the next two hours being pampered head to foot with cleansing skin treatments and even get a full manicure and pedicure to Anya’s specific instructions. They chose silver glitter polish for my nails and a deep blue eyeshadow to accompany my face makeup they even managed to find a navy-blue lipstick much to my surprise and the overall effect was amazing.

I answer stupidly, he stops a few inches away from me, he inspects me from head to toe, I hate how his gaze stops at my breast for a moment too long. "You came in here with the new girls?" He asks, I nod my head quickly, "come" he simply says and starts walking away, I begin following him, not wanting to get lost in the palace. Soon, a small gate comes into view, he enters through it, I follow his lead, as soon as I step foot in the room I feel as if have entered a whole new universe. The outside was dark and dingy compared to the brightly lit and expensive interior. Every wall, every corner screams mafia royalty, I look down at the pristine expensive marble floor and see my reflection. I lo

After the massage, Skylar was taken to the pedicure and manicure section where she was made to sit on a luxurious chair, as they placed her small feet in a warm, bubbling foot bath for a thorough scrub, piling, massage, and grooming. The nail technicians shaped and polished her nails to perfection using the azature black diamond nail polish to gloss the luxury nails that were fixed on with a touch of tiny Swarovski crystals that shone so beautifully. Skylar almost cried in happiness, seeing how stunning the nails that had been done for her were. And lastly, in that same section, her hair was washed with luxurious shampoos, conditioned, steamed, oiled, and then styled into a mind-blowing hair

Sharon pleaded with her friend. A black 6-inch stiletto, beige-colored 4-inch pumps, and white 5-inch sandals were what Sharon chose. Allora wanted something less inches, but after one pleading look from Elijah and Sharon's exhausted faces, she said, "Okay, but I am not buying that lipstick. red." "What an idiot," Sharon muttered.

On the hand of my bare arm is a striking onyx-and-platinum ring that stands out on my middle finger. My Prada pumps are black leather, and we had just enough of an opportunity to step into the salon earlier—one so immaculate and sensational, it has to be seen to be believed. A stylist coiffed me with a sleekly pulled back, high ponytail, wrapped with my own strands. Another touched up my makeup while a third attendant gave me a rosewater footbath/massage, and a fourth freshened my manicure. I was like Dorothy being polished to within an inch of her life, prior to her visit with the great and powerful Wizard of Oz.

My penthouse felt less like a home and more like a luxury showroom. White marble floors, fresh orchids arranged perfectly on glass tables, perfect floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city. Soft instrumental music drifted through the speakers while three stylists moved around me carefully like I was royalty. And in every way that mattered, I was. “Not that shade,” I said sharply without looking up from my phone. “Do I look forty to you?” The makeup artist went pale. “No, Miss Sterling. Of course not.”