The First Ladies Novel Novels & Stories

Everything for the Republic and the President. “Yes but the story of the First Lady flying out to New York to surprise her husband would tell the President’s political enemies and Republicans that the White House was left without representation. With no member of the first family and that’s more dangerous than marriage counseling problems.” Alyssa pushed and Merlin sighed in defeat. He knew she was right but it wasn’t his responsibility to babysit Katherine so he could not have done much. It was not his fault. Shortly they ended the call and Alyssa felt a pair of eyes glued on her.

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.

it was en. "So, this is what you call the dragon land?" she asked looking around, her expressions were more like she wasn't satisfied. "Who did you bring now, Crawford?" there came a stern female voice and both Crawford and Florence turned around to look at her. "Who are you?" Florence asked unknowingly when Crawford muttered, "She is the First Lady of our Lord…" "Oh, my...my...forgive me, my Lady." Florence let out a wide smile and Raya asked again, "And who are you?"

For the first time, Cathedra had someone who didn't cringe every time she opened her mouth to speak. So this is what having a friend feels like, huh? Cathedra thought to herself. One lunch break, while waiting for Diane underneath the tree, Cathedra was scribbling a draft of her first novel in her notebook. The novel contained the scenes she saw in the storybook, back in her kindergarten days. Since that day at kindergarten, she didn't tell anyone what she saw in the storybooks anymore. The thought of seeing things that other people couldn't still terrified her but she tried hard not to think about it by avoiding any book she can see other than school books and textbooks.

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She had a faint smirk on her lips. Wren recalled her own first appearance in this very room a year ago. She remembered walking into a room full of sceptical faces and eyes that assessed and judged and found her lacking before she even opened her mouth. William, at the time, was the only familiar presence. To them, she was an unknown entity that had been parachuted into power. These same people were now falling over themselves to welcome Charlotte. People were always bound to behave differently when they knew someone was Ellington’s recognised heir. Some of the younger women in the office were nearly geeking out. They crowded around Charlotte like she was a celebrity (well she was). Linda was

Or did he have some unusual kink where, to get back at her for her earlier remarks, he wanted her to witness something exciting with the waitress? Her mind drifted to the novel Xandra had sent her a few days ago—*Wife in the ER, the Chaotic CEO's Affair with his First Love*. In the story, the heroine suffered horribly while her husband had an affair with his first love in their marital home. Was Lorenzo planning on playing some twisted game like that? Before she could think further, the people ahead stopped, and Anna bumped her head into Lorenzo’s back. She rubbed her nose and shot him an accusing look, her eyes clearly filled with frustration.

Because what do you mean the First Lady wants to see me? I just sat there in the back seat, staring out the window, but not really seeing anything. My brain was just running scenarios back to back. Like… did something happen? Is there a crisis? A scandal? Or is this just… normal? But what is “normal” when it comes to the First Lady? And I kept laughing to myself because yes, I know I’m good at what I do, I know I’ve built a name for myself, but this? This is different. This is not a random CEO trying to fix his image. This is the First Lady of a whole country. My assistant was talking, explaining the email, the timing, the location, but I was only catching bits and pieces. Presidential villa

By the following Monday, *Alessandra: A Memoir* by Aria Ashford Rhodes was number one on every major list. Claire called. "Have you seen the numbers?" "Marcus showed me." "This is extraordinary. The pre-order numbers were strong but this is beyond projections." "Is it?" "Aria. Number one. First week. By an enormous margin." I sat in the nursery. Grace and Daniel both down for afternoon naps. The house quiet. The book out in the world doing whatever it would do. "Thank you," I said. "For pushing me to write it." "You wrote it. I just asked."