Sharp Nails Palace Novels & Stories

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.”

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.

But just thinking about it made my chest feel like it was on fire, and I couldn't control it. I felt like I wanted to be in that position right now. Am I mad? "Oh, woah," I gaped in amazement once I reached the living room. Morea had invited three top-notch hair and nail stylists, evident from the specialized tools they brought specifically to work on just two people's nails. Morea herself and another female wolf whose name I hadn't learned yet "Pick your style." She handed me a catalog. I didn't open the book and plopped down on the couch instead. How much cash did she drop on all of this?

He’s crazy, after all. Bree wouldn’t shut up either, just a constant purr rattling my ribs like a happy lawnmower. We kept walking. The palace opened up in full ridiculous glory: marble everything, chandeliers that probably cost more than small countries, maids scurrying like scared mice. Then we passed the training hall. Doors wide open. Shirtless lycans sparring. Sweaty. Grunting. Abs for days. I stopped. Stared. Mouth open like a cartoon character.

I am not afraid of him, nor his threats. "You must be afraid of me" he hissed Uggggh! We reached the venue, Scholes Palace, jaw-droppingly beautiful, it was decorated with all beautiful colours flowers, lights, chandeliers. Colourful, lively, and very beautiful. In awestruck, I can't stop looking at the palace. High class, rich, apparently hot and handsome man their royale beautiful companions sighted all over.

He was holding a considerably big wooden box. “What’s that?” I asked. “A gift for luna Nesta from our luna. They are… close friends,” Archer said. We entered the palace. It was in the aesthetic of white, red, grey and black with intricately designed furniture and stained glass windows. The shining white marble flooring had dendritic spiral patterns in black and gold running all over the floor, balustrade, bannisters, and stairs. We soon reached the living room. Miya and Zared were with their guardian while Archer walked in front of Janus, Reese, Zephyr, Vera and me.

My nose pulled in the dust and old soap and the faint, expensive spice of the King embedded in my sleeve, and each scent arrived with edges that set my awareness on fire. I pressed my nails into my palms. It should have grounded me. Instead, a white-hot sting shot up my fingers. I jerked them up and examined them closely and stared. My nails weren’t nails anymore. Silver-white points pushed out where blunt crescents should have been, catching the candlelight like tiny, viscous looking blades. “No,” I whispered, the word falling straight down my spine. “Not here. Not now.” The palace had rules I could recite in my sleep. One of them was unspoken but iron-clad: no shifting inside the castle. A

Unlike the palace servants who kept their heads down, these people were loud and curious. "So, is it true the palace floors are made of real gold?" a young man asked, leaning over the table. He was handsome in a rugged way, with messy brown hair and a crooked grin. He leaned a bit too close to me, smelling of pine. "I bet a girl like you is used to waiting on maid to take care of you, isn't she? I know there are other ways to take care of a lady." He said winking. "Actually, it's mostly just marble," I laughed, trying to be friendly. "And it’s very slippery. I’ve fallen on my face more times than I’d like to admit."

Another said and smirked at me like he was mocking me. I shot him a death glance, but it didn’t even move him. I shaked my head and stepped inside, the alphas and his workers followed. The doors shut behind me with a heavy thud that echoed through the vast hall making me flinch. I gasped as I looked round. The interior decoration of the palace was so beautiful, with a massive space. Marble floors polished so clean I could see my own reflection. Tall pillars lined the walls, carved with symbols I didn’t recognize. Chandeliers hung from the ceiling, glowing softly, their light reflecting off gold and stone. Paintings hanged on the wall, making the palace look more ancient.

I got them under the covers of the bed next to the bathroom and didn’t pretend to be surprised when Grace handed me a book off the nightstand. “Now, where were we?” I asked as Zane sat on the other bed. I looked over to him with a question, and he smiled. “As if I would miss one of your impressive performances.” I rolled my eyes and ignored the warmth in my stomach. “The palace was festively adorned. The walls and the flooring, which were of porcelain, gleamed in the rays of thousands of golden lamps. The most glorious flowers, which could ring clearly, had been placed in the in the passages. There was a running to and fro, and a thorough draught, and all the bells rang so loudly that one co