Solitary Lady Novels & Stories

her lips formed in an O form as her eyes widened in amazement the moment she'd took a close look at the unconscious bastard beside me. "Holy jackpot! He's superbly hot! I think----" "Shut up, Prizella! Let's get 'em be warmed first. They're shiv'rin' you moron!" Agad itong sumimangot when bob-cut haired woman suggested that, glaring at her friend. "Fine! I'll let you boss me around tonight. But just this one time, Amara!" Yamot na saad nito saka padabog ng lumayo sa'min, but not without sending a malicious gaze at Mr. Del fuero.

The old woman slowly stood up. “Follow me.” The old lady said. Amore and Caity looked shocked at each other. Caity helped Amore up, then leaned toward Amore and whispered, “She speaks English!” They hurried up the steps after the old lady. The lady lived alone in a small three-story house. The old lady stopped at the top floor rummaging through a closet. She took out two pairs of clean clothes handing them to Amore and Caity. Amore and Caity instantly teared up out of thankfulness saying “Thank you” to the old lady at the same time. The old lady just nodded, not saying a word, then walked towards the bathroom.

Okay everything this woman is saying is actually sounding like she's explaining and describing me. ".....She is Muriel Xavier, popularly known as White Wolf. She isn't one of those girl who will wake up, put on make up and play dumb just to get a man. She is a warrior and —" Damn this woman has been talking for what seemed like decades so I just had to cut her off.

Frowning, she squatted, and her gaze peered down at the floor. “She only lets me out wherever she needs my help.” Solia scoffed. "Now, old lady, what should I do to you?” She stood up and glanced back at the baseball bat. So she headed back and grabbed it; she was extra careful not to cut her fingers with the glass. She still had no idea where the lady was, but she could sense movements and the sound of utensils. Was the woman getting the knives ready? An evil grin curled up on Solia's lips. “Old lady, I can't take off my boots, but I already wiped the stains my boots left.”

I was snapped back to reality by the sound of My Lady's voice flushed to my ears. She was dressed into a silky cream nighties that barely passed her mid thigh, face different from the neck due to the large amount of makeup she caked on her face. However, all her tactics doesn't make any effect on Sir Alberet. "I'm sorry Lady Hilda. I was-"

"The lady of the house has been waiting for assistance in the courtyard. Do not keep her waiting any longer." Relieved but cautious, Aria nodded and quickly followed the other maid, her mind racing with questions. She had narrowly escaped suspicion, but she wasn't safe yet. As they reached the sunlit courtyard, Aria's eyes immediately fell on an elderly woman seated gracefully on a plush chair surrounded by blooming flowers. The woman exuded an air of elegance and authority, her gray hair styled neatly, and her eyes sharp with wisdom that only comes with age.

This lady is unlike any other woman who can be controlled without being paid off, therefore I can definitely figure it out. She first hums and shakes her head before ultimately saying, "I can definitely pinpoint that they are there for some nice deals! I've heard that the sexiest young men will be there, performing for the adults.” I hear the lady who informed us remark, "Ah, but Lady Solstice, it might not be better for you since you already have a fiancé and it's the crown prince." I can see the ladies open their eyes and gasp, but then I can already hear them shout with delight. Even so, I give her a grin, set my cup of tea on the table, and turn to Lady Nica, saying, "It's not a problem,

I don’t know why but I think I need to speak to her. Isla finished reciting the oaths and vows and then the Old straw-skinned lady stepped forward towards her with a small and weird-looking plate in her hand. Why do her possessions always have to look so weird? Isla noticed the lady and seemed surprised by her presence. Maybe, like me, she wasn’t expecting her to be here too? Nevertheless, Isla didn’t react and just stood straight as the creepy Old lady poured a slick liquid on her hands and a bit on her head.

It was dark outside the window, and only the faint moonlight was lonely. The back of the woman's head leaned against the wall behind her. She looked at the waning moon and took a sip of wine. She was 28 years old. She had no boyfriend, no family, and no children. She did not have a pet. There was only one lover in her world. The first time she saw him, she fell in love with him. It had been ten years... ... Lady Cecilia Longhorn sat upright in front of the dressing table. Her face was covered with a facial mask and she used a skin mask to slowly move her face and hold it tightly.

She had a child who lived with her in the servants quarters of the castle and she served the lady, Santina in exchange for all the basic human needs she was supplied with. She hardly smiled nor said hello to the other ladies. Each day, she made her embroidery and hummed a song until the day was done. She had no friends and did not feign interest in conversations she did not want to be a part of. "He is indeed a gentleman of so much comeliness! I do like his stout features," Another lady said. She too was single and in her eyes, she held the potent charm with which she could get any man to succumb to her. I did not like her.