Solitary Lady Novels & Stories

a woman said, her voice low and rough. She was cloaked, hood shadowing her face. A face that caused a tingle of cold awareness to rush down my spine as I studied it. “Ah!” I gasped in a mix of shock and apprehension when her fingers suddenly closed around my wrist tightly. “Hey!” Bianca yelled at her, just as her eyes rolled back, white showing starkly beneath the hood. We all froze, watching her. “The one you push away is your true love,” the strange lady whispered harshly. “The Alpha who wronged you is the one your heart belongs to. Do not be fooled by temporary distractions Milady. The bond you deny will not be denied for long.”

“Is the ghost lady… the same woman who sinned against my parents?” Mrs. Sola drew in a slow, deep breath. Her gaze drifted toward the rain-streaked window, as though peering into a realm visible only to her. The dimly lit room grew quieter, the air thick with the scent of dried herbs and old parchment. For a long moment, silence stretched between them.

She giggled again, “You make my heart flutter once more, great sir. At least, if you won't answer that, then give us a name. It's so bizarre each time I have to refer to you, and I don't even have a name.” “Call me the lonely King.” She snorted, “So you admit you're lonely. Well, I have a cure for that, lonely King. Eight of our ladies are returning today after serving two years in one of the faraway massage parlors our Lady owns, perhaps, you'll meet one of them you like.” “Are you sure?” “They'll snatch your heart.” “What if my heart isn't there to begin with?”

She tore her haze, shifted to the tall glass window behind her. No one dared to respond. The Iolomb made a side glace at Deandra, while Deandra seemed more interested in her shoes. “Well?” Asked Lady Cotts. Her voice sounded gentle and sweet but somehow send shiver to the Iolomb and Deandra. “I will gather an army, Milady.” The Iolomb bowed and left the room hurriedly. From a far, Deandra saw tiny black dot moving between the treetops through the tall glass window. “Milady?” Deandra called. She didn’t have any respond, so she continued. “I may have something to tell you.” Still got no respond. “Lady Irina might come with them. She probably wanted to rescue me—”

He expressed coldly and left the poor lady alone. She hold the hem of the dress filled with sadness. Lady Gila Splauding, a lady in her early 20's, considered the most beautiful noble lady in the kingdom, daughter of Maverick Splauding, prince George favourite cousin, engaged to the powerful dread Lord Simon Sebastian. But right now, that is all it will ever be. When exactly will he consider her to be his future wife? When will he fall for her? Those thoughts filled her with pain and despair, when? But one thing is certain, she won't give up.

“She declared war when she touched him. Now she learns what happens when you go to war with me.” He held out his hand to me. Not an order. An offer. _Hunt with me._ I took it. His fingers closed around mine. Calloused. Bloody. Warm. The bond settled. Not calm — _focused_. Two predators, one target. We ran. --- *The Lodge* Luna Mother’s “private lodge” was a fortress 20 miles north. Stone walls. Silver in the mortar. Guards who’d been loyal to her for 30 years. We didn’t knock.

"Take Laudes away now." Before Tress could say anything, a cold voice came from outside the door. "No one's leaving tonight." The crowd split into two and opened a path for a young woman to waltz in. She was wearing a black hoodie and a baseball cap, her face obscured as she pushed the cap down. When Laudes saw who it was, her expression turned cold. She survived! Solus had never seen Eden and simply looked at her with a long frown. "Who are you? Why are you in my home after such a spectacle?"

How much harder could it be to get rid of Laurel? How could she get Laurel out into the forest and shove her over the cliff the way she had shoved Laura? As she contemplated it, she found her steps even and sure. The book wobbled a bit on her head, but it didn't fall as she made it halfway around the room. Maybe Lady Helena had good ideas after all. She reached the place she had started from and Helena clapped. “Wonderful. Now, go again and recite *The Lone Heart* .” Delia barely stifled the groan but started walking and repeating what little she remembered of the poem.

Her strapless dress was hanging so low, most of her breasts were on full display. "One wrong move and those breasts are out. She gallivants herself around like that and yet she wonders why she's called a whore behind her back." Lady Solan mused to herself. I snickered under my breath and she turned the full force of her regal gaze on me. "Friendly advice, little one," she said. "Even good people will use you like a door mat if you let them. Know your place and stand your ground. That's the only way to survive in this hell of a pack."

Odelia shoots a death stare at the other ladies who were gossiping. Odelia's POV- That wench...! How dare she humiliate me...!! And walk away...!? "Good afternoon lady Rubia…!" Said a girl who looked like she was in her first tea party. "Good afternoon." Said Sarah "Oh...! I am Margaret Augusta Maud Fedore." "It's a pleasure to meet you, Lady Margaret... I am Rubia Mary Albert Charleston." "It's a pleasure to meet you as well Lady Rubia." "Is this your first time attending a tea party...?"