The Little Lady Novels & Stories

Astrid This person looked a lot like Damon!? “Damon!” I called out but he shook his head negatively. “I am not Damon, I am Ace, a new employee looking forward to working with you” I smiled as I walked out of the place. Arriving at the restaurant for he reserved a lady walked up to me and asked “Are you Miss Eleanor?” I nodded with a smile on my face and she led me to meet Calvin. “You are here already? Have a seat!” He said and took out a seat for me he was acting like such a gentleman.

I love her. It is then that I realize you could hear a pin drop in the place. The only sounds are my ragged breaths and her light sobs. People are awestruck including the DJ. “Come home with me, please, Little Kitten,” I plead without turning around to look at her. “I want to have fun, but you ruined it!” She shines.

That girl was gone now, replaced by someone she barely recognized. A sliver of moonlight filtered through the small, barred window high up on the wall, casting a faint glow across the floor. Isabella stared at it, focusing on the light as if it could somehow guide her out of the darkness she had fallen into. But the light didn’t offer any answers. It only reminded her of how far she had fallen.

When Katherine got introduced, she had only measured her with a steely gaze out of sharp blue eyes before saying: "I like your attitude, girl. Don't give in by a notch!" Katherine had no clue what this eccentric woman with a commanding presence as absolute as a general's in a frail, tiny body was hinting at, but it sounded encouraging. In the middle of a conversation, a Lady whose name Katherine had forgotten suddenly looked around with a frown. "Have you seen my little troublemaker? I seem to have lost sight of her." Instantly, the other ladies looked about for the small girl in yellow dress the Lady had brought with her when attending. Katherine remembered how that girl already got a sauce

This time, I didn't chase him, didn't clutch at his sleeve, didn't sob and beg him to stay. I just stood there, staring after him, until his footsteps grew fainter. The sting in my nose began to spread, sharp, hot, and unrelenting. The photos had only just been developed, and already they lay in shreds. But the face on them was already carved into my memory. So this was Winnie Leigh. She was beautiful. I clamped a hand over my mouth to keep from breaking into sobs, but the tears spilled anyway, rolling down my hand like beads from a broken necklace.

I ask? She looks up in suprise but still answers "no" "Good then nothing wrong in claiming you as mine then" I said as I walk up to her She stammers"but... What if I don't want to be your mate, you can't just go around claiming people" she looks up trying to act brave. I chuckle "little one,I don't go around claiming people I go around the world just to claim you, besides I wasn't asking if you want to be mine .. "

I slowly stand up, wincing in pain, and bowed my head slightly. "Y-yes I am Lady Roana," I almost whispered. I slowly raise my head to look at her, the innocent and curious eyes she has was always beautiful to look at, a lady like the behavior of her which makes all people praise her and a young age she was more than just a Montenegro, she was the talk to the elites because of her achievements. The perfect daughter everyone could wish for.

The older woman stared up at the large house. She checked the address again with a frown. That Eric boy never was reliable. Oh well, she'd check anyway. She knocked on the door, waiting impatiently. The door opened revealing a young man with long dark hair and dark eyes. He frowned down at her. "I'm sorry ma'am, I'm not interested in what you're selling—" The older lady reared back a bit from his deep, booming voice. "My daughter,"she said sternly. "That foolish Ophelia. Is she here?"

My heart racing at what I’m about to do. Seconds later, I hear a soft knock along the door. Then four clicks before a small petite girl, around my age, slowly enters the room. Her maid outfit was crisp and neat even though it was now late into the night. Her smile sweet and innocent. This had to be Lily. Eyes on the girl, I almost begin to feel sorry for her. Entering the room, I can’t help but notice the gap. “What can I get for you my lady?” she asks, a smile still along her lips.

She could stay with him then. When she reached home, the seamstress was waiting for her. It was an old woman who addressed herself as Madam Leanne. Her tone and demeanour showed off obvious authority. Lily had quietly reminded her that this lady only served the upper class noblewomen and therefore she's clearly a highly respected seamstress. Melissa quickly apologized for her tardiness. Madam Leanne studied the girl in front of her and instantly noticed her attire before she gasped loudly, "My Lady! What is that you're wearing??"