Taming An Evil Young Lady Novels & Stories

I better to find a place to sit. For Jake, this lady is totally different from the other ladies I met. She seem so aloof. Damn it. I should learn how to control myself... But who can control himself in front of that lady? She’s so damn hot and beautiful. I must have annoyed or offended her. I need to apologize to her.

Tyler and Gerard are her ultimate licking dogs, while Chris the man she was infatuated with in previous life is actually into her sister Tami. She was adopted by the Swann when she was eight years old. But after entering the family, she was treated the opposite way. Tami was trained as the successor of the Swann family. She went to the most expensive celebrity school, attended various training classes, and asked the best teachers to teach her noble etiquette.

"She's boss's lady, the one I told you girls about in the kitchen last night" She turns to me and placed her hand on the girl's shoulder. "And this is Erica.... she'll be your personal maid" Erica quickly rushed to me and grab my hand in a tight handshake.....I swore, I heard the bones in my hand breaking slowly. "Hi...I'm Erica.... Natalie told us so much about you last night and true to her word, you're so gorgeous" she blabbed. I scoffed mentally. I'm gorgeous?! This girl is blind....I obviously look like....ugh! I don't know the name....but just know it's the most ugliest animal.

Even though my bath was more than seven hours ago. Erisa looked at me with reduced disgust, her disdained look had reduced in intensity after that threat by Callum. "Look Om—young woman, it is important that you are very clean for my art to work on you," she explained in a very posh way that very wealthy high-born werewolves spoke.

"Isn't that right Caroline?" "Damn right," the second lady chuckled. Unlike Maddy, she was of average height with an oval shaped face. Her purple hair was styled in frills, while Maddy's was straight across her shoulders. "We want to be like you when we grow up," she curtseyed and stretched out her right hand comically before adding ''master." "Stop it, babes,'' Nicki wasn't doing a great job hiding her swell. "I'm not that great. I've grown so lean."

The women watched her eat with a pitiful smile on their face, they hadn't really understood why Xander would torture the innocent lady so much. Rich people, they reasoned, would always be the same. She dropped the cutlery, placing in into the empty bowl, she leaned on the chair, her eyes fiddling tiredly, making its way to champ shut. They bowed to her, their legs striding out of the room. She gazed around, Nicole Hart was a possession, she was a possession to Xander Castillo, the cruel mafia king. She was his possession, it would never be the other way around.

Charles sobbed. The table turned around for him this time. "The woman you wanted to put in the same position as I happened to have a good head. She isn't the type you can't use easily, you're so unfortunate." Elena laughed out loud. She looked like nothing but a two-faced snake. Her black ebony hair covered her face and her eyes with bloody red. Her aura emits danger and she wasn't the type to toy with now. All these happened because he was trying to make out with her more like take advantage of her body or should we say "rape" her.

Good way to warm up before I go upstairs. She walked into the outer room to set down her robe and shoes, then opened the door to the steam room. She cautiously made her way across the room, arms outstretched through the thick fog, and yelped when her hand grazed someone’s knee. “Oh, God. I am so sorry,” she said, thankful that visibility was nearly nonexistent. “I didn’t know anyone was in here.” “You’re forgiven,” a voice replied, one whose owner had already captured her heart whether she’d wanted him to or not.

Nate looked relieved, but Richard's face was a mask of confusion. Emily could sense his surprise, but she didn't care. She was not going to commit to anything until she saw how the charity event went and got to know Richard better. And who knows, maybe she could even tame the devil himself. 'If you have a chance to be tamed, I'll definitely accept the challenge to tame you,' she thought, as she was slyly smiling at the back of her head.

“He’s a varsity basketball player, an academic and athletic scholar, plays guitar, sings… He’s everything. Like, he’s Mr. Everything, and I’m Ms. Everything. Perfect, right?” I couldn’t help but chuckle softly. “What’s funny?” she pouted, adjusting the burette. “Sorry. You just sound like you can’t live without him.” “Of course! He’s like my oxygen,” she said dramatically, then suddenly scoffed. “But seriously, he’s not the only guy on earth. I can still find someone who’ll actually notice me and treat me right. He’s handsome, sure, but no one dares get close to him. He’s… kind of evil.”