The Perfect Lady Novels & Stories

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.

He continued quietly, "Her family favors boys over girls. They barely even give her enough money for tuition. If you're not there with her, she won't be able to survive redoing another year." It felt like someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over my head. So in his eyes, my future, my three years of hard work, and my score of 626 were all inconsequential because Nicole had "had it hard". My voice came out surprisingly calm. "Preston, do you pity her or do you like her?" He didn't answer. Instead, he said, "Fi, you're being unreasonable." Tears started falling again. I raised my hand and wiped them away.

The relatives surged forward in a rage, but the employees held them back. "You animals!" Mary's brother screamed. "Monsters! You won't even let the dead rest in peace!" Mary's sister cried. Liam just stood there, watching coldly. Watching the woman he loved desecrate the dead, he showed no reaction. "The person who died is Ava's mother," he repeated. "What does that have to do with my mom?" Just as he finished speaking, the cathedral doors opened again. An elegant figure walked in. She wore a black Chanel suit and a string of pearls, her hair in a perfect chignon.

He looped the path. “You know what? Everything I did was because I needed to be perfect. The perfect council. The perfect friend. Perfect for everything. Love is not even a thing for me. My stepfather and stepbrother wanted perfection. You! You are the only one who ruined it! Who stained it!” Josh ranted. His nerves loosened. His neck moved with vibration. His mouth never grew tired. He told everything. The pain. The stress. Everything. “Everybody expects something, but you don’t have to pretend, Mr. President.” Tristan’s voice was low. The temper in his mind cooled a bit.

Perfection is a prison you decorate with pearls.” The light in her bedroom window was always the first to go out. Dominique Devereux made sure of it. From the outside, her world was pristine: a penthouse apartment that overlooked the Manhattan skyline, an exclusive all-girls academy where she reigned with effortless, untouchable grace, and a life of polished smiles, curated events, and soft-gloved restraint. Her mother had always told her, “Real ladies don’t get angry, they host galas.”

Irina throws her lean hands over his shoulders, deepening the kiss. She is coated in glitter as if they had been frolicking around in it all night long. Her nipples are hard, pointy. Her shirt hangs just above her ass, exposing her red panties. She is literally perfect. Physically. I spend a few minutes trying to find some flaws or an atom of imperfection in her appearance: dry skin, black spots on her face, extra fat on her thighs, but there’s literally nothing. Every inch of her body is perfectly crafted for men’s appreciation and women’s jealousy.

Evelyn Then my eyes landed on the lady.She had a dark aura around her but she was a beautiful woman.Yes she was indeed.One could hardly say she was in her fifties and mother to a twenty eiggr year old man. She wore a tight black gown which was stuck to her body like second skin.Her sharp eyes had a magnetic charm,a weird shine in them.She was the perfect example of a sophisticated high class woman who tries best ways to show off the wealthy status. Her hairs were perfectly tied in a bun above her head . Sparkling diamond jewellery adored her neck and wrists.She must be a heart breaker in her youth years for sure.Her red lips pressed together.

The lady, outfitted in a simple U-neck, cleaving black pencil robe with gold jewelry covering her neck, wrists, and fingers, next, her piercing black orbs wandered around for a nanosecond. With an elevated chin, the lady's piercing eyes dropped to Neville, accessing his phenotype from head to toe. Her pointy nose hunkered and her lips twitched into a mockery smile. A very familiar smile. A smile she couldn't mistake for anything in the world-Marley's. Well, now the faultlessly made-up face was beginning to hit recognition. "Good day ma'am," Neville greeted, giving a bow in the process. The flamboyant lady began taking slow and careful steps without a reply of any sort. Her heels clicked agai

Just exactly how Carl wanted it. I stood near the top of the marble staircase, a flute of champagne in one hand, while the other held on tightly to my silver clutch for dear life. My dress was navy silk, sculpted to perfection, stitched with elegance, and calculated seduction. Tanya had picked it – or more accurately, sent it with a one – line note; “Wear this, look the part. A damsel in distress.” Tonight wasn’t about charity. It wasn’t even about the press. For me, it was finally a chance to take the bull by the horn.

After a long moment, she smiled proudly. "Perfect." "There isn't a single alteration left." Another assistant carefully lifted the cathedral train, smoothing every delicate fold before letting it fall gracefully behind me. "It fits as though it was designed specifically for you." The lady said Erina folded her arms proudly. "I told you." Her eyes sparkled with satisfaction. "No future Antonio bride walks down the aisle wearing anything less than perfection." The room erupted into soft applause. Heat immediately rushed to my cheeks. "Oh, please..." I laughed, covering my face for a moment. "You're all making me blush."