Solitary Lady Novels & Stories

********************** 💖SOMEWHERE UNKNOWN💖 A lady, dressed in a black gown, the gown has a hood attached to it which she used in covering her face. She walked alone in the dark night, the crickets were making awful chirping sounds. The branches of the trees around were hitting against each other as the breeze was getting fiercer. She halted in front of a river, the Ulu river. She bent down and collected some water in her jar and drank from it. The river started boiling and a weird looking old woman emerged from the river. She was dressed in rags, he hair was scattered and her face wrinkled. Her skin was peeling.

"And finally, but not less importantly. The lady called 'the spirit of party' by many in the kingdom of Asphyxia. The always free-spirited ruler of the public areas of wind. Sylphiete Wid Areus!" The final shape was lightened, and a woman with the looks of a carnival dancer appeared waving at the audience with a bright smile on her young face. "Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii~ Are you ready to have some fuuuuuuuuun~?" The males screamed at the sight of such a friendly and attractive lady. Out of all the teachers, she gained the most praise from the students. And there she is... The only sane teacher in this school is also the weirdest... Just great...

Before I went to my seat, I met with our wonderful customer, Salvador Epiphora, and we talked for a while. I noticed a lady walking in, her face flushed and her eyes averted. She had a twine-thin sculpted figure. Her waist is curvilinear, and her skin is burnished. Sweeping eyelashes were framed by arched brows. Her pouting lips look seductive in that red lipstick, which was far too sexy for my libido. As she walks flawless, the colour of her eyes entices me irresistibly. It was a pleasure to see her flowing in her mercury red hair, which cascaded over her shoulders beautifully. She was dressed in vibrant clothes that appeared to be custom-made for her.

I keep to the treeline, looking for anyone I can feed on. I need to get someone quickly and quietly, my father told me about compulsion but I've yet to master it so I'll have to hide a body until I can get away. I always try to pick someone who won't be missed but in a small country town that's not going to happen. I spot a woman, in a vacant paddock, passed out I assume she is drunk, I can't smell blood so she's not injured, she looks pretty, brunette with a little red dress, one shoe is missing, the other a black high heel.

Something was clearly disturbing her and she probably had nobody to share it with. No, she has been an ass to everyone the whole day. She deserves to suffer alone. But she was barely 25, and she was handling a whole business empire, with no shoulder to lean on. Nobody deserved this. She does. She is a monster. No, she isn't. "What are you waiting for?" Alice's voice broke my monologue with my inner voice. "Nothing," I said and was about to walk outside when I heard footsteps from inside. I angled my neck to look at Alice who had now walked towards the huge glass windows to her left. The view from her window was amazing; one could see the whole city from up here.

So, it was visible here Erito and Eriwan were at the two different spots of the vast and massive violets garden, but they were standing in front of the same middle-aged lady and speaking to her. “Why are you here alone? You’re taking care of this violets garden alone? Don’t you feel lonely?” asked Erito curiously. The middle-aged lady still smiled. Then she said, “No, I won’t… All these violets are my friends… They can accompany my loneliness here in this garden. I can talk to them when I’ve got nothing to do outside there. They can also talk and have chit-chats with me…” “Outside there? What’s outside here indeed? What can we see after we’ve been out of this violets garden?” asked Eriwan cu

Though she had shed the shell of a noble Yangban Matriarch without regret while mixing flesh with him on that barren deserted island where life and death hung in the balance, tasting the extreme bliss of degradation. Was the mother-in-law currently trying to cast him out not a chaste widow who had maintained her widowhood frostily for over twenty years? Lady Lee, who fed solely on the house’s peace and the empty medal of being an untouched martyr to bind her boiling blood. By what wicked sorcery could she possibly strip that woman naked and deliver her into a servant's embrace? Ever since her beastly mating—kneeling at the wall of the secluded outhouse at dusk a few days ago, holding his fer

"Bleed less, if you can manage it. Some of them haven't fed in a while, and manners only stretch so far." She was still absorbing that when a woman detached herself from the crowd. Tall, silver-haired, dressed in black lace so old it looked woven from cobweb and moonlight. Lady Serath. Her smile was a blade dressed up as courtesy. "So this is the little songbird," she said, taking Aria's hand as though inspecting livestock, turning it over beneath the chandelier light to admire the ring. "How extraordinary. Two hundred years of silence, undone by a girl who smells like hospital soap and desperation."

"Aubrey'' Her voice got closer. "I can feel the yearning of your heart child but I wonder what you are searching for here?" From the dark a light bloomed out, then a figure stepped out as she said the latter. The lady was an epitome of beauty, her skin smooth and glossy, her face perfectly sculpted with cat-like beauty eyes and hair like a sunray. In her presence, I felt calm and peaceful beyond explanation. "Who are you?" I asked in awe. "I am Lyla" the woman replied calmly making my heart thump hard, I didn’t any magician to inform that I was dead and was never saved, my tears dropped, as I hoped that she was dreaming or hallucinating.

The only thoughts in my head were those of Pete and how he was going to lose both balance and focus the minute he sets his eyes on me. I had a lacy red slightly below the bum insanely hot dress on with very high silver stiletto heels and of course, lots of silver accessories. Catherine did my makeup as she insisted that I needed to own the show and in her own words, show Pete exactly what he would have missed with his cowardice." I couldn't fathom how she was so quick to attribute Pete's actions to cowardice not like I was going to challenge the statement because, yunno my flawless face-beat was not something I was willing to risk over Catherine's extremely wild temper.