The Perfect Lady 소설 & 이야기

Mary always took everything……everything she owned was supposed to be hers, not Mary’s. So no……she wasn't wrong. She was only taking what belonged to her. She quickly called herself back and closed her eyes, pretending to shake in orgasm as she heard Alfred’s early grunts. He was done already……might as well not have started in the first place. She watched as he strolled to the bathroom and began to shower. Her phone beeped. It was her mother. “How is it going?” A message popped up “Perfect……just perfect” she replied and immediately deleted the message.

She burst out laughing. I blush for the first time today. She shrugs. "It's okay. Hmm..." she presses her lips again, then raises her eyebrows. "Maybe like you!" I straightened up. I didn't expect Tara would consider me, but I stayed quiet for I feel there was something more. "Any woman would like you. In physique, you're a perfect guy, Blake." she sneers. I groan, "Why do I feel there's a 'but' after your sentence,"

the lady replied smoothly. From the corner of her eye, Emma saw Mrs. King smiling warmly at Martha, while Mr. King remained entirely focused on his phone. Deeply relieved that the master of the house wasn't paying attention to her yet, Emma took the opportunity to assess the lady's appearance. The woman was stunning. She appeared to be in her late forties, yet the flawless smoothness of her complexion and the sheer elegance of her luxury clothing gave her the appearance of being effortlessly, timelessly beautiful. Her eyes were honey-coated—easily the most stunning hazel eyes Emma had ever seen.

Lillian's POV I am the perfect child. The perfect daughter. The one who never makes mistakes. I am like a puzzle piece that fits perfectly because I always trim away parts of myself that they consider flaws. I follow orders without questioning, for in the Hawthorne household, I am the epitome of perfection. But behind that flawless facade, a dirty secret lies. ***

Instantly, Ava moved her gaze to the lady next to him. Sitting elegantly beside her dashing fiancé, Lady Selene Wyndham was an epitome of beauty and grace. Ava had never seen anything quite like her. She was... perfection. The lady had a classic beauty of an aristocratic woman. She had a heart-shaped face with a pair of almond-shaped eyes, with thick and long lashes framed her sapphire blue orbs. Her straight and narrow nose pointed high, Ava imagined a little bird could perch on it, and her thin lips were taut, seemed like she was not into humor and hilarity. Her hair was a blonde color in the lightest shade that her pale forehead seemed to merge with her hairline. She wore sapphires in her

No matter how much she was offered help, she always declined it, wanting to do things on her own. No man in his right frame of mind would have an interaction with her and no fall in love with either her beauty, her personality or even her intelligence. They just had to fall in love with one of her unique qualities or fall in love with the lady. She was loved by all and she was almost perfect save for her always tardy and she could be a bit of a perfectionist. Other than that, you could said Rose was a perfect lady. She was everything any man would want in a wife.

I just let her because I can not even finish it. “Yes, that is the person”. Mariquita confirms her statement. “He looks very attractive”. Andrea says. “With a nice body”. I add. “And luscious lips”. Mariquita completes and we all giggle like a bunch of middle school girls fantasising over a hot male actor.

She said and laughed. "Sit down. I have One million." "Oh, come on. No fall my hand nau. A while you. 1million keh!" The lady sighed. "Two is all I can offer you." "Three is all I want." She stated. The lady looked up at her. "Fine." She said. Tope smiled and stood up, took a little sip on her drink and looked down at her. "You have one week to get it to me. I'm nice, right?"

She is a beauty beyond compare. She sees me admiring her intensely as we walk towards the bedroom. "What has go you so fascinated, Mr. Stephenson?" I continue to admire her body, my eyes not leaving her once. She comes to stand closer to me. Having her so close sets my heart racing. The sweet smell of her perfume attacks my senses, jasmine, and just a small hint of vanilla. She bites into her bottom lip, which sends me over that restraint that I was trying to hold. I look at her intently. A deep red dress covers her slim-toned body in just all the right places; a pair of red stilettos is the perfect finish to her ever so seductive image off. She is dressed to impress; and god, I am nervous e

The ginger man takes a moment before walking to the rear seat and opens the door for a lady. The lady steps out in her almost ankle length long white bodycon dress with a pair of three inches tall white heels. Her mid length blonde hair are tied in a high sleek ponytail and she has long platinum hoops in her ears. Her chesnut brown eyes assess the surroundings looking for something before they settle on Alexander and the woman sighs in dismissal. The ginger man offers the woman a hand to hold and she places her pale hand in his, before they make their way to the threshold.