Solitary Lady Novels & Stories

But in his hand, his fingers twitched, once. A silent plea: Don’t go. But she went. The Threshold of Flame waited. At the base of the Hollow Divide, where the land never cooled, where every queen had once walked and bled and either risen or burned. She rode alone. And she arrived alone. Sirelia waited, already standing at the cracked ridge. No crown. No veil. Only her. Barehanded. Dust-cloaked. The cloak curled like smoke behind her. “You came,” she said.

She had to ask Erdward for an explanation. “You guys … what are you guys doing?” Jenifer asked in a trembling voice. “Babe, who is this woman? Why is there a woman in shabby clothes in your house? Is she your servant?” asked Sintia, apparently she didn't know that Erdward already had a wife.

His hands sneaked to my panties and peeled them off, and at the same time, he took off his. I took off my singlet, making up bare before each other, and just then, I heard a knock on the door. "My Lady". It was Ruby. I immediately opened the mind link, { Ruby, I want to be alone for the night; I also want no wolves around my quarters!} {Understood my lady} Ruby replied, and she left. "Now we are alone". I said with a naughty smile.

It was a fateful night in which the rules of darkness would change; the ultimate collision of natural evil and an immortal hatred. A young lady wearing a white satin dress was bounded on the stone altar in the middle of the woods. She was barefooted and her feet were filled with callouses and cuts she got from walking a distance to get to the unfamiliar place. Her vision was the same as usual, dark though she could see some flashing lights blending with black. Layla couldn’t see anything with the cloth tightly wrapped to cover her eyes.

They were also her favorites; Marylene being the oldest and most trusted employee. Mary was about 52 years old, an old lady with a very big heart. She could very well remember the first time she tasted Mary's cooking, it was literally heaven bursting on her tongue. She had come to ask for the job to support herself and her son since her husband had just passed away. She was a stay-at-home wife so things were hard for them. She shared her passion for cooking with Jim and he gave her a chance, also because she was a very nice lady with kind words and a soothing smile.

“The dark-haired one is Lady Seraphine. Beside her, Lady Mirelle. And the one in blue is Lady Ariselle.” A knot formed in Lyria’s stomach. They did not look rejected. They looked like exiled goddesses. Suddenly, another woman appeared at her side. Blonde. Hair like liquid gold falling in soft waves. Eyes pale… and cold. Before Lyria could react, the woman took her arm with calculated gentleness. “Lady Elinor,” she said with a perfect smile. “What a pleasure to finally meet you.” Lyria inclined her head. “The pleasure is mine.” “Allow me to introduce myself,” the blonde continued. “I am Lady Ariselle. Also… one of the king’s favorites.”

she retorted, rolling her eyes. “Yes, but that’s because I’m clumsy and slow, just as you’ve said, my lady. Isabel, though...she likes to grab the nearest spotlight. Wants to be noticed,” Lila added, her voice dripping with malice. Mrs. Harrington raised an eyebrow. “Noticed? By whom?” There was a flicker of curiosity in her gaze, a sign that Lila’s words were having their desired effect. “Oh, by everyone, my lady,” Lila continued, her eyes meeting Mrs. Harrington’s in the mirror. “She’s been catching the eyes of all the men around here. It’s given her quite an ego. She acts like she owns the place already.”

Leaning in close, she whispered, "If you pay another 2,000 dollars, my best friend and I will make sure you have an unforgettable night." For some reason, the photo I'd seen on social media of her and Yvonne appeared in my mind. They were smiling happily in the picture, their tight dance outfits outlining their perfect figures. These young women were barely old enough to join the adult world, yet here they were, trapped in the muddy quicksand of adulthood. I pushed Hermione off again and asked, "Is your best friend as pretty as you?" Thinking that I was interested, Hermione gave me a flirty look and took out her phone from her pocket. "Eager, aren't you? Aren't I enough for you?"

The burning desire inside me was absolutely eating me alive. So many beautiful women had walked past me, yet not one was mine. What made other men so special that they could land women like that? Life just sucked for me. Just then, a young couple stumbled out of the bar, arguing loudly. I glanced at the woman, and that fire inside me was instantly reignited. Even on a cold day like this, she wore black thigh-high stockings over her long, slim legs, paired with a super short skirt that barely covered her butt. The sight made my desire surge. Her two large globes, in particular, bounced with every step she took.

Jasmin has a petite body built, not so slim nor chubby, as ample amount of flesh in her body which made it looks perfect and curvy. Inside the bedroom of Lady Butler on the main floor of the mansion, not aware of what was happening outside her room, she continued undressing. She was slightly facing the door which gave the Man at the door a good view of her. She reached back to unhooked her bra, then came off exposing her two lovely firmed breasts bouncing and proudly protruding into the wide amazed peeping tom's eyes at the door.