The Grandline Lady Novels & Stories

Once they were gone, the eyes of the ladies turned malicious. “There are several pheasants that pretend to be phoenixes,” Lady Yeri said and the whole circle cackled. Natalia chuckled and turned her head just in time to see the saintess candidate walking up to their circle. “Greetings ladies. I am Adelie Grayson from the Grayson Barony. I am pleased to make your acquaintance” she introduced. “The church has a good eye for people. I can see you will shine so marvelously in the presence of our god, Miss Adelie”

“You b*tch. How manipulative of you. Just because you heard me say that this was given to me by my granddaughter-in-law, you purposely say that it’s a fake?” Granny Lynch rolled her eyes and looked at Luna condescendingly. “You lowly unworthy servant. What do you know of imitations? My future granddaughter-in-law is a prim and proper person. She’d never buy any imitation! It’s you who don’t know how to appreciate them!” Granny Lynch glared at Luna fiercely. “Since you’ve taken the money, I take it as a promise from you. Find an excuse and leave Blue Bay Villa within three days! If not, don’t blame me for being rude!”

Maybe fat isn't as bad as I thought. Denver introduced a lady to me. She was putting on a black gown which looks like those kind of rich men maids do wear in movies. From the looks on her face, I guess she's in her late sixties. "This is Gracie, but we call her Lady Gracie." He introduced. "Hello, lady Gracie. It's nice to meet you." I offered her the broadest smile I can ever offer to any one, and in return she did the same too.

"What do you say to me, the old lady, taking the reins as the leader of our alliance?" Her question cut straight to the heart of the matter. The crowd paused, caught off guard by her directness. Someone still ventured to ask. "Granny, your power is undeniable, but how can you assure us you'll conquer Witchwood Summit?" "Soraya!" Granny glanced at the elegant woman by her side. "Granny has a present for all of you." The woman's laughter was light as she beckoned a group of women in bunny outfits to hand out scrolls to everyone.

“Did I instruct you to mistreat her? You’re feeding her a bowl of watery congee? Are you insane or am I insane?!” The person in charge was frightened and spilled everything, “It was Miss Han's idea. She said Miss Mandel has a weak stomach and can't eat greasy food, so she should have some plain porridge to take care of her stomach.” “Who is Miss Han?” Dimas asked. Mac could not protect Linelle even if he wanted to. He answered truthfully, “Linelle is my driver's daughter. You saved her life during the landslide last year.” Harmonia suddenly understood everything. So, it was a case of the hero saving the damsel in distress, and Linelle fell for him at first sight?

Gladie said in a gentle voice. The lady's smile was wide. "Miss Gladie, you are too humble and nice. I already changed my mind not to participate before, but she was the one who wanted to go ahead," the lady said. Gladie turned her head and looked at Shawty, saying, "Cousin, this lady here is a renowned pianist. She won a lot of awards. I am afraid you won’t win." Gladie said, shaking her head. She shivered when her eyes met Shawty's cold eyes.

I replied to her. She looked at me, "Really?" She asked. ‘Really?’ I wondered why she asked that. I told her my name again and she nodded her head in reply. "I'm Lady Maurie Grimaldi." She said. I gasped, my eyes wide open like saucers as soon as she told me her name. I was talking to the First Lady of the Grimaldi's Family. They were known for their upright behavior, also having a perfect and classy reputation. Their names were always spoken about in the city, people highly respected them.

The Matriarch of the auxiliary line the old female currently celebrating her sixty-winter cycle—swept into the sector, flanked by a defensive wall of blade-warriors and bloodline descendants. "Grandmother! A completely rabid stray has breached the inner sanctum!" Sorelle Mistfang wailed, launching her physical form directly to the old female’s flank. The old matriarch, a lifelong border mistress who prided herself on preserving her youthful pheromonal allure, retained pitch-black hair strands despite her sixty winters and projected the arrogant, untouchable aura of old territory wealth. She deployed a withering, lethal evaluation scan across my frame. "Identify your lineage parameters and yo

"The title is — " "I know what it is." She took the card back and held it. The ancient branching crest on its surface. The two sentences she'd translated. The signature above the title that read, in careful archaic Lycan, words that restructured the entire inheritance she had spent so many days assembling: Grandmother. Regent of the First Line. Requesting audience at your earliest convenience. The stronghold was very quiet around her. The reforms on the desk. The amber light. The territory breathing outside — hers, provisionally, on terms she had begun to establish for herself.

Grant had also been invited and they had been careful to make it seem as if they'd only met while in town. Fara glanced over at Madame Devereux, a vivacious and gently overbearing socialite. The woman was chatting with Monsieur Bergen. She wondered if Lina knew about Grant's exploits and what she might do with that knowledge once she found out. He would certainly not be welcome in her aunt's house again. Lina was a woman willing to do almost anything to uphold her place in society, but she wouldn’t betray her own country. And he certainly wouldn't be welcome once they all found out she'd missed her monthly flux completely.