Solitary Lady Novels & Stories

The equivalent of his running away from those three freaking creatures of the night would definitely earn him a gold medal in the Winter Olympics. “I never thought that those bitches had that white lily for an amulet. That whore of a flower can wholly counter the powers of this black rose!” “Fear not, my darling…” A sweet voice from behind him uttered. He was in the middle of this silent road, where the insects and the night breeze are the only one present. The place around him was in solid quietude. Only the sweet, sharp voice of the lady dressed in red broke the ethereal silence. Her face was ornamented with a glittery black mask that can only be worn during a lavish soiree.

"Shh... it's okay. We'll hide, you'll be safe with me." Katheryn could see the mama open the secret door, then run inside with her daughter. Katheryn winked. At first, she wanted to follow, but she was more curious about the sound of the gun firing outside. Her whole body shook with fear. "W-was there a murder here?" she asked fearfully. She walked slowly towards the balcony. A rush of wind directly hit her body, which was wrapped in a black satin nightgown. Katheryn was cold, but her heart felt even colder than when her eyes saw how the man who had been called Papa by the pretty girl fell on his back with a hole in his head.

Slipping out of the room unnoticed, she retreats to the solitude of her own thoughts, seeking refuge in the quiet sanctuary of her own company. Alone in her hiding place, Lily allows herself to surrender to the tide of emotions that threatens to overwhelm her. She weeps silently, the tears a silent testament to the anguish she feels inside. In the depths of her solitude, she grapples with the uncertainty of what lies ahead, her future hanging in the balance as she struggles to find her footing once more.

Footsteps can be heard as well, slowly walking in her direction. 'Ok, maybe you shouldn't be that confident.' She gulps then clenches her first before slowly turning around. There stood a lady, looking at her with a chain in her right hand while her left hand was occupied with a bloody knife. The lady's mouth is slightly open, saliva coming out and a little bit of blood. Her clothes were a mess, same with her hair that hid half of her face. Patima’s breathing stops as she looks at the lady. The lady doesn't seem to see her and she looks around and sniffs. The lady is blind, she uses her smelling sense to find someone, and that someone is Patima.

Chapter 21 How Does She Know? Lyla Atelo. After Sage had left my office, I was bristled. Sara and Ivy pounded through the door once more to see me. I knew they were asking questions and rambling on about something, but my mind wasn't in the conversation. My ears kept on echoing Sage's words... I was his first? Like... I was the first woman he had ever had sex with, or did he mean I was the first older woman he had ever had sex with?

A young lady walked through a garden, admiring the flowers in her path, the sun rested gently on her pale skin as the gentle wind made her brunette hair sway and that only complemented her beauty. Her yellow eyes looked like the sun was a product of them, she was a captivating lady with an average-sized bust. “My lady! You mustn’t be outside!” A lady in a maid outfit came rushing out of the mansion. But the frail lady continued admiring the flowers in the garden, she didn’t look healthy and walked with a limp, a limp that would make her trip over herself but she was caught before she could fall.

"Lady--" I looked at Ril. [Why are they calling me lady?] "Because you are a lady" [Aren't they calling you lord and me lady?] "Yes, so?" "Brother, you can understand The lady without her actually talking?" "They might be soulmates" [Wh-- soulmates?] Ril silently chuckled a little "Oh my god, the lord is smiling!" [Whatever it is calling me the lady is quite uncomfortable] "First let me introduce her. She is Zia zayder, She is 200 years old, and she is my possession"

“Yes, Godmother.” Delinda squints, despite the dark. Godmother? Delinda spent years studying Tristan’s organization. She knew his captains, his territories, his routines. But this woman? She’d never seen her before. Sashaying in, eyes calm, carrying a food tray, Delinda assumes it’s for her. “I’m Lydia.” The woman’s eyes flick to the stone in Delinda’s fist. She smiles coldly. “You killed dozens, yet you hide in the dark with a rock. What happened to the ruthless Delinda Dickson?”

"Sir, we pride ourselves on providing premium companionship. Our ladies are highly trained to do way more than just pour drinks and talk. "They'll sing, play games, whatever you want. I can promise the overall experience will meet your expectations." As he spoke, he opened the door to the private room. The interior was extremely luxurious. One look was enough for me to know that the services here wouldn't be cheap. As I sat down on the couch, he said, "Have a seat. I'll have the ladies come in." Moments later, a line of women appeared at the door. Dressed in sexy miniskirts, they had flawless makeup and syrupy-sweet smiles on their faces.

The one-way mirror should keep me hidden, no matter how large the hole in the wall might be. Even so, every time Antonio seemed to glance in my direction, my imagination ran wild, filling my mind with thoughts I couldn't suppress. It felt like he had thrown himself on me, sending a shiver down my spine. My name was Yvonne Barker. I was a confident and curvaceous woman in the prime of my life, but my husband, Philip Barker, struggled with certain issues and hadn't been able to meet my needs in that regard. Philip, a long-haul truck driver, was often away from home, leaving me feeling lonely and unfulfilled.