The Crooked Lady Novels & Stories

So that's what I decided to do. I was halfway through the first episode of Dark when I heard a knock on the door. I went to open the door and found Alice standing outside. "Aren't you going with your friends?" she asked. "No. They ditched at the last moment," I said as my eyes lingered on her outfit. She was wearing a black leather skirt and a red sleeveless top, with matching black killer heels. The heels and the skirt made her legs look longer and sexier. Her hair was styled in loose, messy curls and her makeup was done to perfection. I hated to admit it, but I couldn't keep my eyes off her. She looked too damn captivating in this outfit and it made me think of things I would rather not th

She contorted and strolled into the lodging entryway. "Save a space for me, the nearest one to the camera!" The lady took out a pile of heaps of hundreds dollars, around twelve of which were given to the clerk at the front desk. The clerk who took the cash looked cheerful and gestured over and over. The lady waved at her, and the assistant extended his neck. "Assist me with taking this evening's videotape, the advantages are crucial to you." The lady grinned, similar to a poppy, beguiling however brimming with wrongdoing.

"Think they know everything they do. Now come in here where I can see you." The young woman moves to follow the voices orders, curiosity overwhelming her unease. She walks further into the dimly lit interior, she coughs slightly from the cloying smoke of too many incense sticks lit in too small a space. She passes through a doorway, brushing aside cobwebs as she does so and enters a small sitting room. She is greeted by the sight of a small elderly lady, for there was no other word to describe her but ladylike, sitting majestically in an old rocking chair. She rocks slowly back and forth whilst working on her crochet.

Lily made to stand on her feet but she suddenly a lady's figure crouched in a dark corner of the room and she flinched, almost falling "Oh my gosh, you scared me" Lily breathed heavily Lily walked closer to the lady that seems to be in probably her late teenage years "Hello, who are you?" Lily asked and the lady remained silent The lady looked messed up with her disheveled hair, is she also being held captive by the Mafia boss? Lily pitied the poor girl, she looks so scared and she trudges away each time Lily tried to go closer to her "Don't worry I'm not here to hurt you I promise, I'm also being held captive here by that bad Mafia boss" Lily explained but the girl remained silent

POV: Lyra The screen of my phone was still glowing with the image of my mother in her hospital bed, and I felt like the floor was tilting beneath my feet, but I had to shove the device into my pocket because the heavy double doors of the executive suite swung open without a warning. A woman walked in like she owned the entire building, her heels clicking with a sharp, arrogant rhythm that demanded attention, and she was holding the hand of a small girl who looked like a miniature version of the face I saw in my own mirror every morning.

I wanted to share and answer a few of the questions I’ve been asked by readers who have personally shared their feedback with me about The Lady and the Scoundrel. Is Charlotte Astor a flawed protagonist? Why did you choose this for her? The short answer is yes: Charlotte makes mistakes. A flawed protagonist refers to a lead that doesn’t have all the good qualities expected from a hero, which also doesn’t mean that they’re not good people. I chose to make Charlotte flawed because I wanted to take a different route to create her.

I quickly bid them my thanks nang makaahon na'ko mula sa tubig and into the yacht while shivering in cold. "What happened? How d'you get in here?" Greeted by a blonde woman with curly hair, lips as tomato red and boobs that wanted to be let out with her fitted outfit kahit na nakasuot pa ito ng coat. In one look, I can tell she's the kind that would claw some eyes out just to get what she want! In short, Gloria's twin! Oh God. Another Gloria to handle with. "And this----"her lips formed in an O form as her eyes widened in amazement the moment she'd took a close look at the unconscious bastard beside me.

He tried every romantic move he'd never bothered to use on me in the last five years, but I wasn't giving him another chance. A week later, Tristan received an urgent call. The intelligence operation Winnie oversaw had gone sideways, inflicting heavy losses on the Spallone family. Hence, he had to rush back to deal with it. Lily called me a few days after Tristan left. She told me he'd uncovered that Winnie's degrees and resume were all fabricated. She'd been an impostor all along. Blazing with anger, Tristan sent her into the roughest red-light district to work as a prostitute and made her repay the huge losses she'd caused the Spallones with her body.

At the head of this grim assembly stood Lady Mircalla Le Fey, the infamous Countess, a woman renowned for her ruthless efficiency and sadistic prowess in the arts of torture. Alice, a humble peasant girl of nineteen summers, found herself among the accused, her innocent eyes wide with fear as she was dragged before the Countess. Her raven hair tumbled freely, a stark contrast to the severe bun that confined the Lady's own locks. The Countess' attire was as dark as her reputation – a crimson gown cinched at the waist, black leather gloves that reached her elbows, and boots that clicked ominously against the stone floor. "Confess your sins, witch," the Countess hissed, her voice a silken poiso

“When I get my salary, I’ll pay you back.” “No need. That’s a gift,” Clara replied, starting her motorcycle. Nadine managed a small smile as she climbed on. The morning breeze brushed against her face, easing a little of the heaviness sitting in her chest. ---