The Pale Lady Story Novels & Stories

" Mom spoke as she carefully wrapped the money in a piece of cloth and slipped it into her bag. I knew the moment I stepped out the door, she would stash it away at the bottom of the chest where she kept my sister's bridal things. "I bred shellfish and sold pearls. There's a little town near Darak Island known for it. That's where I made my money." That was too much for Holly. She lost her cool and knocked her stool over. "Yasmine, tell me what's really happening. You were supposed to be having a tough time at the border, how could you…" I watched Holly hopping mad, but I kept up my clueless act. "Who said anything about Anthony going to the border? His orders were for Darak Island, clear as

She shouted, "You ungrateful liar! Is there a single honest word that comes out of your mouth? When you told me you loved me at the construction site, were you acting too? Look me in the eyes and answer me!" "Liar?" I quietly mumbled that word, then smiled. I slowly turned my head to meet her crazed stare. "Aren't you the liar? The heiress of the Jensen family, Ms. Tiffany Jensen, slumming it with an amnesiac poor guy, playing house for five years. That must have been such a hardship for you." Tiffany stumbled back a step. "It wasn't like that, William. I wanted to tell you for so long, I really did!"

The quiet librarian? The proxy bride? The girl who bleached her soul to save a library?

"It wasn't me, Callum! I was framed! None of this evidence is real!" "Is that so?" Callum sneered, producing Mia's sketchbook and tossing it before Lena. "Is this fake as well? Did you think we wouldn't know you'd lured Mia to the mining area many times before? And this time you told her I was waiting for her there, then left her alone in the forbidden area!" Lena stared at the words in the sketchbook. All the blood drained from her face, and she couldn't come up with another retort.

Even as we left, the smug smile on Joey's face was stuck in my mind. I knew that she was convinced she would live in endless wealth and prestige like I did in my last life, and she would be right. The vampire's castle had more diamonds in there than salt, sparkling with such blinding radiance that I was losing sleep. However, all of that came at a price—my life.

“How could you do this to me?” “I’m so sorry. But I knew if I told you, you wouldn’t have come. Without you as my maid of honor, it would ruin everything.” Lily was one of those women who had begun planning her wedding the instant she left the womb. She’d accumulated a ceiling-high stockpile of bridal magazines and catalogs by the fifth grade. After a few miserably failed false starts, she had finally snagged Mr. Right. Lexi got the feeling Lily saw this as her last chance and that, if everything didn’t go exactly as planned, she was destined to spend the rest of her life alone and childless and die a bitter spinster.

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.

"Babe, please, I can't keep going anymore. Can you take care of it yourself? Please, babe. I feel like I'm going to pass out!" A petite woman was pleading with the muscular man, her voice trembling as she lay sprawled on the floor, her eyes fluttering shut. "No way. I'm not done yet." "Ahh… No, please..." In the bedroom next door, the shadows of two figures moved together in a rhythm that hinted at their intensity.

“Oh, you mean the one you pitied? The one who looked so tired and desperate? So you decided to pay her 300,000 dollars for a mere painting.” My hands clenched into fists. Mrs. Smith scolded her, but the damage was done. “I should get going.” I mumbled, placing the painting on the couch and heading for the door. Bethany followed me, draping her arm over my shoulder. Her perfume was sickly sweet, just like her tone. “Did you change your number?” She asked. “I didn't.” I replied, curtly. “Did you block me, Lily? I swear, we tried calling you, but your number just vanished!”

Yolanda rocked him absently, her bloodied hand leaving streaks on his blanket. The shift was jarring. One second, she'd been a monster. The next, a mother. “Clarice took her!” Lila sobbed. “But I don’t know where! She didn’t trust me!” Yolanda knelt. “You’re lying.” “I’m not!” “she never told me!” Lila gagged. “The—the temple! West of the palace!” Yolanda slammed her head against the floor. “That’s your first lie.” Lila tried to crawl away. Yolanda stepped on her ankle. A wet crunch. Lila screamed.