The Lady Wants To Rest Novel 소설 & 이야기

‘#Xyla Quest and Stanley Batton#’, ‘#Xyla is the luckiest woman in the world#’, and ‘#Stanley is the real-life version of a male protagonist in novels#’. She didn't need to click on any of them to know what people wrote on each topic. Their comments were similar to what she read earlier, so she ignored them and moved on to other hot topics related to society. Once she was done, it was almost time to get up, so she sat up lazily, slipping on her sleeping robe before walking into the bathroom. She felt aches all over her body with every step she took as if she’d been run over by a truck countless times.

To be fair, even my hopes of figuring out something related to inter dimensional travel that proves to be relevant to my case is dwindling into a mere wish. So really, there’s nothing stopping me from taking a break for the first time since the day I got here a whole month ago. “Of course, if you wish to continue your routine, we can devise some way to— “No, it’s okay.” I speak before Zen can finish “I think I’ll rest up for a few days.” Zen blinks at me, visibly surprised. “Are you certain, My Lady?” He asks “Mhm. Just bring me a few good fiction books and lots of tea.”

I was to return to the maid quarters and rest. Rest. The word felt foreign. Two hours crawled by. I couldn’t sleep. My body was too tense, my thoughts too loud. Eventually, I wandered into the library and picked up a book at random, skimming the pages without truly reading a word. Then a maid appeared at the door. “The Luna wants to see you. In her quarters.” My chest tightened. I placed the book down carefully and followed her. The Luna sat on her massive bed when I entered, legs crossed elegantly. She was dressed in white, her black hair combed back and pinned neatly in place. She looked every inch the perfect Luna.

A sharp pain suddenly twisted through Ryan's chest. Ryan let out a muffled groan as cold sweat beaded on his forehead, his face going deathly pale. "Ryan? Darling, what's wrong? Are you tired?" Kate asked. Ryan waved his hand dismissively, trying to suppress the sudden surge of unease. The plane was about to land. They arrived at the private clinic on the shores of Lake Guinevere, where the top-floor suite overlooked a breathtaking view of the lake and mountains.

It keeps everything in check, plus double-checking never hurts. I vacuum the rug near the couch and straighten the pillows. Then I sit back on the bed and return to my book. The woman in the novel is finally admitting she wants more than just safety. She wants desire. She wants someone who looks at her like she matters. “About time,” I say quietly. It’s the only thing I say out loud all day. Around noon, I move my laundry into the dryer, because the washer is that slow, and come back to shower. I let the water run hot and stand there longer than necessary. When I’m done, I wrap myself in a towel and open the window a little to let in fresh air.

She looked pampered and polished and expensive, like a trophy on display. "There's a book on the nightstand," Lena said quietly as the others began packing up their supplies. "The boss thought you might want something to read while you wait." I walked back to the bedroom on legs that felt like they belonged to someone else. The book was waiting for me on the nightstand, a novel I had never heard of with a cover that showed a woman standing at the edge of a cliff, looking out at a stormy sea. I picked it up and settled into the chair by the window, the silk of my dress rustling against the upholstery.

The scent of crushed herbs lingered lightly in the air, overwhelmed by the sweet scent of honeyed tea. Liora sat on the edge of her bed, her eyelids heavy with the exhaustion of sleepless struggle over days. The maid, her own childhood handmaid, kneeled at her side, presenting the cup with downcast eyes. "Drink, my lady," the girl panted, her hands trembling ever so slightly. "It will soothe your mind. The elders say to rest is best for mending."

She added as she moved her eyes from the uncivilized fair lady to me, and then to the floor as she bowed her head. “It's fine.” I answered back, my eyes not leaving the strange lady that called me a bitch. “Raymond or whatever he calls himself must be a lot.” I thought in my head. “How can he be sweet to me, dropping a note, not wanting that I be disturbed, still he has another lady.” I hissed. “They are all the same after all.” With these words, I tossed the white blanket off my body and tried to get up but was held back by the fair lady.

The lady went ahead and moved to a land line where she punched the keys and connected a call. Kehlani felt so fascinated. The town seemed reversed in technology and in its own bubble. It seemed like the outside world didn't exist here. No wonder Nana had told her it was the perfect place for a writer's inspiration. Just watching the lady and her deserted pub was enough to clear her head and give her an inspiration to work on in her new fantasy novel, maybe the main character would be a pub owner in a mystic city where several creatures thrived? It sounded nice to her ears.

I slowly walked toward her and sat beside her. "You want some?" I offered a stick but she refused. "I'm full, I've been eating fish all day, I'm tired of it." " No meat? Egg?" I asked her. " Nah, unless you sail to the nearby village and that's very far from here." " Oh, enjoying the view?" " Absolutely. By the way, I'm Gretchen," she introduced. " I'm eli_" then it occurred to me that someone might come looking for me." I'm Rina,"