The Perfect Lady Novels & Stories

I was still embarrassed that you could see my nipples through the dress, but the maid insisted on me not wearing a bra. The maid smiled at her work and excused herself. Shortly after, another woman came in. “It’s time for the party to start. I’ll escort you to the party hall.” I walked with my head held high, refusing to show my fear in front of these lycans. I wanted to show them that I was my own person. As soon as I walked in the party hall, all the chatter stopped, and everyone turned to look at me. “Presenting Miss Tiffany Harding, mate of Jesse Colter and Jeremy Colter, next in line to the throne.” The woman announced. There was applause and then everyone resumed what they were doing.

They’re all excellent but the best save for last and finally the MC called Shanes name. “The long wait is over! Ladies and gentlemen, our supermodel, the one and only Miss Shane Sandoval!” Everyone gave her a round of applause and cheered for her. Shane is the most gorgeous, alluring and elegant among them. She walks with a smile on her face and everyone really loves her. The show continues without Shane knowing that I am here watching her personally. Every model ramped up the branded clothes that are trending in America. Shane wears the most expensive brand of clothes. She looks so stunning in every outfit that she’s wearing for the show.

Zoey Lee I was in the office, typing some reports on the computer, but my eyes couldn't help but get lost in Laura's flawless figure. She was the kind of woman who looked like she came out of an old movie — elegant, refined, with that touch of sophistication that only “old money” people have. Hair carefully tied into a low, classic bun, clothes that looked like they were custom-made, delicate pearl necklaces that highlighted her slender neck—everything about her had an aura of pristine perfection.

She searched for the red-haired lady among them but couldn't spot her. An expert in reading lips, she caught the one holding the briefcase asking, "Where is Felicia?" That was when the third car opened, and a tall, elegant lady came out in a white gown, a fascinator adorning her red hair cascading down her shoulder like a stream. Her makeup was flawless, and she looked like the epitome of perfection. "Here I am," she said, her lips tilting up as she removed her glasses, not fully stepping out of the car.

Hell, even a single dollar would've sufficed at this point but Kevin just didn't learn. At that moment, Xavier's wife, Penelope entered the room and confidently strutted into the room, flipping her blonde hair as she looked at the couple with just as much of a friendly smile as her husband gave them, "ooh, I love babies," she gushed as she rushed to Naomi's side and looked down at the baby. "Oh, wow, look at her," Penelope commented as she peered down at the baby that Naomi held close to her chest, and the two ladies began to talk.

That she will leave me and the path of the two of us will never meet again without me even saying how much I love her and how important she is to me. I looked at her full of amusement and adoration in my eyes. She looks so stunning in a peach dress. So I started singing Perfect by Ed Sheeran while looking at her. Even though she sees herself as not perfect but for me, she's already perfect. She doesn't have to be ashamed of what happened to her past. Because for me, her past doesn't define how I love her. For me, Lilie you are perfect. Everything about you is perfect. Why? Because you make me feel proud of you despite all the things you encountered, you remained strong and brave. And that's

Like, life or death serious. When we reach the front I smile at the receptionist and she smiles back, waiting for our names. "Lyra Mae Miracle, Elena Cobalt, Jackson Carter, and Maxwell Imlay." She smiles once more and hands us our schedules. Immediately, Elena grabs everyone's and her face brightens. "We all have English together!" she exclaims. "All of us?" I ask, surprised. That doesn't ever happen. Like, ever. This is rigged. Something is pulling at the strings.

Her gaze still lingers on Ethan's. Slowly, her eyes moved downwards as a soft smile curved on her lips, before she lifted her chin, her attention shifting to the menu lying on the table. She opened the cover, the soft rustle of pages filling the silence. Her eyes scanned through it, and as she read, she could still feel the awareness of Ethan still staring at her. Elena's fingers moved to the small bell, its surface shining in the soft light on the table. Ding-dong In response, a young beautiful lady, dressed in a white shirt and black skirt glided in. A silver name tag reading "Prosper "adorned her lapel, and a warm smile played on her lips as she approached.

The paper was different from the rest though and I thumbed through the rest of the book; I realized there were a few other drawings tucked between the pages like this, randomly scattered throughout the chapters. A woman was seated on a throne, splayed out with nothing but a thin veil covering her face and a star-studded crown on her head. Her hair was long and draped strategically over her chest, covering most of her breasts and ending in beautiful curls at her bare stomach. One hand was draped over the armrest, holding a glass of wine that was tipped and spilling all over the marble steps while her other was between her legs. The detail in the drawing was just incredible and I unconsciously

Astrid just smiled and nodded. "I'll take it anyway." I just nodded as the young lady took a glance at me as if asking for my approval to give it to her. "It has the same color as Oberon, right?" Her gaze was glued on it and looked so happy, just like a child. "Which one should we try next?" It was already dark, and the attractive lightning here was able to get the attention of anyone who may pass. She looked around before pulling me to the horror house.