The Lady In White Story Novels & Stories

“When she came in today, limping, there was blood on her sleeve. She looked up at me, and one of her contacts must have come out because that’s when I saw her real eye colour.” “As soon as she got Violet settled, she came to me and told me. That’s when we called you. We know there is only one family line with those eyes.” Vitaly said. “We can’t thank you enough for bringing the Printzessa back to our family,” Adrien said. “She will be looked after the way she always should have been from now on. You both will also be protected. We owe you for bringing her back to us.” “So, she is definitely the White Dove?” Miranda asked.

There was no Jason to greet him and no bustling staff, only the wind dragging brittle leaves across the bare driveway. Ryan leaped out and shoved the heavy doors open. The grand hall was empty, and the expensive carpets were gone. The ancestral portraits on the walls, too, had vanished. Even the bronze hunting dog sculpture from the fireplace was missing. Standing at the center of the vacant hall were Francis, Bella, Darius, and Maria. Each wore a different expression, ranging from guilt, avoidance, and smug delight. "Where's Helen?" Ryan demanded. "Where's my child?" Bella stepped forward and handed him a document.

"Sir, we pride ourselves on providing premium companionship. Our ladies are highly trained to do way more than just pour drinks and talk. "They'll sing, play games, whatever you want. I can promise the overall experience will meet your expectations." As he spoke, he opened the door to the private room. The interior was extremely luxurious. One look was enough for me to know that the services here wouldn't be cheap. As I sat down on the couch, he said, "Have a seat. I'll have the ladies come in." Moments later, a line of women appeared at the door. Dressed in sexy miniskirts, they had flawless makeup and syrupy-sweet smiles on their faces.

A week had passed since Lila first set foot in the Harrington manor, and already, the enormity of her responsibilities had begun to weigh on her. As Lady Victoria Harrington’s new lady-in-waiting, she was expected to cater to every whim, no matter how trivial or demanding. Victoria was a woman of impeccable taste but little patience, and her disdain for those beneath her social class was palpable. Lila had quickly learned that any misstep, no matter how small, could lead to swift and merciless retribution.

‘Fine, I am giving you another chance, but before killing Caleb, get rid of her mate, she needs to die first otherwise, she will keep causing troubles for us’ three witched looked at each other in horror, he was asking for something impossible for them, was he testing them? ‘But Master, we told you that she can absorb our magic, it is beyond our capability to kill her with magic, do you want us to poison her or kill by physical weapon?’ Cecilia took up the charge and asked like the deal was in process. ‘She is white wolf; it won’t be easy for you guys to kill her. Not even by poison or any weapon, you have to find the way to kill her, and I am sure you will find it’ the man only needed the r

Gentle approaching footsteps that stopped just outside the little door and then a knock. ‘It’s freaking occupied. Use the next one.’ I screamed out. Was my loud sobs not enough evidence? ‘Are you okay in there?’ the deep voice I heard was unexpected. What was a man doing in a lady's washroom? I choked in my sobs and replied ‘I'm fine. You are in the wrong place.’ I said weakly. ‘, I believe you are the one in the wrong place.’ He responded and I could sense the amusement all over his voice.

It would only make sense that the faster, stronger woman would be the one to carry the important information out of the building. Yet, here she was, holding it limply in her hand. Mother White stuck her hand out as she approached. Lightning turned, her longing to escape comical. White grabbed her by the back of her hair before she made it more than three steps and yanked her back into the hallway. “Give it to me,” she demanded. “No!” Lightning’s fight was commendable. “I’ll just kill you and take it.” Mother White kept her voice calm and even. No reason to get overly excited.

Turning around to continue my journey to the kitchen. Thank God– “Ahh-shi-!!” “AHH!” “Kyaa!” I was about to curse when they both shouted in shock. Huh? “M-My lady! Why are you shouting?” The white lady asked. It.. It can talk! “It’s me, my lady.” The white lady said as she wiped her face with her pajama sleeves. “H-Head Maid?” “Yes, my lady.” “And I’m Pamela!” “Shh!” Oh heavens. —-------