Solitary Lady Novels & Stories

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.

She found it ironic that Michael only realised she was uptight after he got a job and started earning more than she was, after years of living off her. Her actions in the last twenty-four hours were more like something Michael would do, not her. She was the reasonable one. Dari walked out of the hotel room into the hallway, she looked to the left and then to the right, not sure of which way to go, luckily for her she saw a lady dressed in a uniform, from her uniform she tell that she was a room service maid, Dari walked up to her. "Excuse me, where is the way out?" The lady looked up from the laundry cart she was pulling. She looked at Dari with a puzzled expression.

"You're a pretty good cultivator. You've just faced the wrong opponent." The lady sighed deeply, then closed her eyes. "Just kill me." However, after some time passed, the lady did not feel anything. She slowly opened her eyes. She could see Wilbur facing the lake once more, with his hands behind his back. The lady frowned, struggling to stand up and look at Wilbur. "What are you trying to do? If you're going to take advantage of me, I'll just kill myself. You're not going to get the chance to have your way."

the blind lady started sobbing as she said. Melanie held the lady’s arm, and said helplessly, “Madam, your description is too vague. Can you give more details about how Emm looks?” “She’s as pretty as a doll! Her hair is tied in two ponytails with red bowknots at the end. They’re in the same color as the scarf she wears, too!” the blind lady said, her voice softening as she reminisced about the past.

A woman who wasn't rich in terms of money instead she was rich at heart. A woman who won’t be with him for his money but she’ll be there for his love. Women like Jes were rare and Raphael wasn’t a stupid man to let a gem like her go. The only obstacle in his way was that he had to make her fall for him. He was a selfish man and he wanted to be the only one to experience her idea of love.

I state. "Bow down to the Hollow, serve her and she will give you all you want" the Lady tied to the chair said in a strong tone. She had stopped struggling by then. "I'll get into her brain and see if I can get a location" Davina said as she stepped closer to the Lady. Davina placed her two hands on the Ladies head and when the Lady was about to cut her with her teeth, Davina muttered "*siluonce*", making it unable for the the Lady to open her mouth. We let Davina do what she knew how best to do.

one of the maids mumbled, “You seemed to be spaced out.” A slight tingle went over my body as I realized that I’m in the midst of training with the assigned maids. “Oh, my apologies. What were you saying again?” The maids chuckled and one of them replied, “It seems like milady received the master’s favor.” “Agreed! Did you see the smile on Mr. Etienne’s face?” The maids started teasing me, while smiling. This very moment seemed like a dream; it’s peaceful, happy, and nice. The laughter of the maids, the smiles on their faces, and the happiness all around me. It’s like something that would come out from a novel. As I closed my eyes to embrace this moment, I realized that I’ve… gone this far.

the lady cut the call and threw her phone on the bed she was sitting on and got up elegantly and walked to sia who closed the door lightly "Aren't you too beautiful to be acting like a slut?"sia arched a sarcastic brow at the lady which was a bad idea because the lady took large strides to her and nearly landed a heavy slap on her face but Sia caught her hand before it could do the damage "How dare you...who allowed you to come here!"the lady yelled so loud that sia was irritated and with so much strength, she tightened her grip on the lady's hand such that the lady felt like her bones were being crushed as she cried in pain

"I rather enjoy the solitude." "I am sorry to have interrupted it then," Elizabeth said, hating the feeling of disappointment that welled up against her will. "I am not much of a rider, but I can understand the pleasures of a solitary ramble." "I am not sorry for the interruption," he said, then added, "but perhaps I should apologize for imposing on your walk." "No, I had enough solitude to restore my spirits. Company is not unwelcome," she said and then wondered if she had said too much, considering the pleasure she felt.

The old lady crumpled to the ground, a sob racked through her. “Benita? Benita is dead?” Lady Tatya smirked. “But it’ll all be okay, because you will soon join her.” The old woman stopped her ugly weeping and looked up to see the dignified lady brandish a knife. “My Lady?” “You’ve outserved your usefulness, and I can’t leave traces behind.” Her screams were heard, of course, but they all just thought it was another soul being eaten by Lady Poplova. It was, of course, just not the one you’d think.