The Perfect Lady Novels & Stories

It was fascinating. A big "O" escaped my mouth. "How come they are in full bloom? They are amazing..." I exclaimed, going near the Jelenas and inhaling its sweet smell. "They are all hybrids, my dear, my lovely sister especially made for this garden. No one wanted to waste a great piece of land to nothing, you got to have flowers in them." A lady walked in. She was wearing a red velvet satin gown with lace sleeves and a 'super' low neckline that showed her hefty breast. Her legs were on display from the long slit that came to her knees. The gown had a flowing skirt but hugged her body nicely exposing every right curve. The lady looked sultry and polished that I was intimidated just by lookin

BETH- PRESENT Besides Sofia, she has to be the most beautiful woman I've seen outside TV. Even though Rachel tries, she has never achieved this level of perfection. From her perfectly coiffed hair; down her ridiculously expensive clothes, and I can tell they are from just looking- not that I am an expert on designer clothes; to her manicured toes, she is perfect. She is the kind of woman other women would want to be; exotic and mysterious looking. Even her perfume promises of seduction on a dark night. I've never been into women, but I assume she’d be the kind I would have liked.

Lady Sentencia, who held a grudge against me because of her, Lucius had shamed her in front of the guest in the soiree held a month ago. “But she is indeed beautiful, I can tell why the Lord is enamored by her,” the other woman said, which caused more frowns to appear on Lady Eleanor’s forehead. Her hand clenched tightly in anger. As if knowing what Eleanor felt, lady Sentencia said, “Beauty can fade, ladies. To women who use their looks and body on her to charm others, I doubt that it will end well. I have seen people like that. Servants who took it over their head by thinking they would love forever if they marry the master of the house only to find themselves cast away as their beauty fad

“Are you really telling me to respect you disgusting whore? Or is that not why you were rejected? You don't even have a wolf ” I was not able to answer the question before the door of the room was thrown open again. This time a tall and slim lady stood in front of me. She had natural red hair, sharp face, chiseled jaw, pointed nose and curvy hips. She was dressed in a short, red, ball gown which complemented the rich satin colour of her skin. The atmosphere around her was of opulence and elegance. As her crystal accessories, glistened under the golden sunrise. The smell of a lavender perfume arrested The fresh hair in the room suffocating me so much that I was tempted to place my hand over m

, Cheap'. Damon stared at the young lady, her blond hair her skin was flawless, so petite, the make up on her face made her look so innocent, she had average curves in the right places but she looks so fragile so much that it would make any man but him feel the need to protect him. She had really grown up, she had become quite a beauty but not enough to catch his attention, she can't be compared to his wifey who was original in everyway.

Positioned just past his arm was a lady. She was gorgeous, sporting a reddish short cut that accented a visage of refined, angular allure. She wore an ivory ensemble that appeared pricier than my whole past existence. Her jade eyes raked over me, from my basic outfit to the revealing note in my grasp, and a deliberate, insightful, and completely patronizing grin shaped her flawlessly tinted mouth.

That was it. Despite this, even she couldn't deny that the devil was less gruff when the Lady was around. However, in her opinion, that was not enough to make him likable. She would have preferred a nicer husband for her Lady. Since her Lady was a goddess, she deserved the best there was. That was the moment, Hazel noticed that she herself could never be the best, and her shoulders fell. Really, what right did she have to stand up against a goddess and tell her which man was the best for her? Surely, Lady Katherine knew better what was right for her than Hazel herself.

"My Lady. the elders plot. They have determined to search for Krishna. They believe she lives." Perfera also glared at him, her eyes blazing with fury and evil. "Do they now?" she breathed, her lips twisting into a cruel smile. "They will regret it. I will show them what it is to cross me. Let them bring their troops. Let them launch their assault.". She stood, pacing to the window with its view of the Citadel, running her fingers over the glass. "They think they can resurrect a dead witch? They think they can win against me?"

There is no women who rejects his charm. But, everything changed when I read all the complete profiles of a woman named Amanda Altakendra. A woman I really want to see in person. The lunge of the woman became a hot potato among the entrepreneurs, not only about her work system but about her sexiness and also her ferocity towards men. That woman was labeled some men are lovers of the same sex or lesbian. Interesting to prove. A month more, I watched from a distance through all the spies that I spread in Indonesia. The Korean oriental face woman building her company in Indonesia and will return to Korea when all her work completed.

There was nothing so wondrous as this, nothing so fulfilling as a perfect kiss "A perfect kiss?" Joanna Lennox glared at the last page of her Gothic novel, Lady Jade's Wild Lord. "There is no such thing as a perfect kiss." A perfect kiss was a myth. She was sure there wasn't, because if there were, she would have been kissed by now and known that, wouldn't she? Yet here she was at twenty years old, unkissed, uncourted, and utterly alone.