The Perfect Lady Novels & Stories

It was the first time he had seen a trace of ferocity on Felicia's face, which was as beautiful as that of a celestial being. "This matter can't be taken lightly. We need to discuss it further." Perfume Institute, Jadeite passed through the large wooden screen painted with landscapes and arrived at the high counter where the Lady sat. She leaned against a small table with a cup of tea beside her. Emma, dressed in a pale blue silk dress with tied sleeves, sat on a smaller counter nearby, gently massaging the Lady's legs. She looked up and smiled as she conversed with the Lady. Meanwhile, Lady Tam, seated beside the Lady, held a teacup and occasionally exchanged a few words. Felicia and her yo

Jayden looked at me and he noticed I was staring at the girl and whatever she was doing. He tried removing her hand but she whispered something to his ear and I wondered what she told him. She dusted his neat cloth and walked towards me. "I'm Penelope, Jayden Friend" She introduced herself as she stretched out her hand for a handshake. I looked towards Jayden direction and he was still staring at me. I looked back at her hand thinking about something else. "My hands are hurting." She interrupted my thought as I flinched and stretched my hand towards her hand.

Adrian walked over to the old model C200 Kompressor smiling. “I love it. Please thank your husband for me. All payments moving forward will be made on the last day of the month.” “Of cause. Bye, enjoy.” Adrian hung up and got in the car. A rush of excitement made him chuckle l,ooking at the interior. He put away the blue book and drove off. * At Judith ’s house, Adrian parked at the gate just as a lady stepped out of the house. He stepped out , wondering who she was ,but the resemblance was uncanny. She was a little taller, wider hips. She looked at Adrian.

The room was filled with the sweet scent of perfumes and the soft chatter of the maids as they worked tirelessly to make Lady Nymeria look flawless. She was already wearing a stunning wine silk dress that hugged her curves in all the right places. Her raven-black hair was brushed till it shone, cascading down her back like a waterfall of night. On closer inspection, I noticed she was an incredibly stunning woman, her features delicate yet striking and as much as I hated to admit it, the truth was staring at me in the face. Lady Nymeria was a beautiful woman. Self-conscious, I wrapped my hands around my waist as I realized what the Lycan king meant when he said I was much too thin and frail f

A comment immediately popped up on the screen. "No, it was a misunderstanding! When will Hilary finally realize that Wesley has only ever had eyes for her and nobody else?"

My thoughts had been a snarled mess, and my poor appetite had been buried way beneath all of them currently raiding my head. But the moment I reached the kitchen, the sight in front of me made me freeze mid-step. Selena was already there. Why… Miss Perfect was perched on a stool in such poise, like she had a claim over everything already, clad in silky pajamas that shimmered with every flicker of movement. A few of the guards stood nearby, lazily keeping watch over her while she nibbled on warm pastries and sipped something from a delicate porcelain cup. “Morning!” she chirped, as if this was a normal, everyday morning interaction. “Hope I didn’t steal your favorite spot.”

If you only wanted her, then why did you even bother giving birth to me? Mom stood stunned, speechless. "When did we ever mistreat you? Both your dad and I treated both of you equally. And after we misunderstood Zora, we doted on you even more! What more could you possibly want?" "Why should I be satisfied?" Laila retorted. "So what if I had your love? She still had Simon. Why did she deserve an amazing man like him? Even without you two, she still had someone who loved her!" Tugging at her hair, she screamed hysterically, "She should've died! Everything she had should've been mine! Simon should've been mine!

I can't back down now. Upon my arrival, I was led up by a graceful lady, too perfect and model like. But I soon realize that perfection might be one of the criteria for the company's hiring procedures. Each one of the employees I meet on my way up is either too damn hot with a face card, or has a body to kill for. We enter the elevator, and the second the door closed, she turned to face me, losing her smile. “ So, which one are you really? His mistress, or just one of us?” She asked, her hands folded over her chest.

which was a quote from a fashion model. Ms. Perfect has a large wardrobe of high-street dresses – halter necks, slim sheaths, sundresses, crochet ones and those that come with fabric covered belts on them; not to mention cardigan-full-skirt combos. She always looks like she had been taught how to dress by her mother, Mrs. Blanca. In a good and preppy way, to be sure, but for a Gen Zer like Kate, it takes way too much effort. Ms. Perfect always accessorizes herself with pearls and she’s always in pastel colors and prints of checks, spots, stripes or flowers. Yep, like she just stepped out of a ’60s Tappan Time Machine twin-temp combo refrigerator-freezer.

This was the version of Seraphina Vale that the world was allowed to see: the elegant, silent ornament to a powerful man's legacy. Perfect was a dangerous word. I had been raised on a steady diet of it. My mother had taught me that a woman's success wasn't measured in her achievements, but in her ability to be easy to love and easy to ignore. I had spent twenty-seven years perfecting the art of being a ghost in a designer gown. I picked up a heavy gold cuff and snapped it onto my wrist, and for a split second, the sound echoed like the heavy click of the camera shutters from years ago.