The Ugly Lady's Secret Pouch Novels & Stories

It was gorgeous! "I'm glad you liked it. I had a hard time choosing between Chanel and Gucci." She chuckled then fetched something from her pocket, hiding it with a clenched fist "Close your eyes." "Why? Don't you dare you prank me, Lily." I warned her She shook her head "I won't, just trust me. Now, close your eyes." "Why do I feel more excited than Jenny?" Rose said "Shh. You're ruining their moment, babe." Jibee shushed her girlfriend

Luckily there were blankets and also a very dark atmosphere in the room. Luckily the door opened while Liam had been hiding, even though his hiding place was very unusual. "Ah, what is this? Why is there a bundle? Did you sleep with that big doll of yours?" asked Nicole instantly when she saw Liam's body hiding under the thick blanket. But of course she didn't notice he was there. Of course Emily immediately felt that the man's tongue was teasing her crown again. His tongue felt warm and was infiltrating her sensitive area at this time. Emily immediately squeezed the sheet that was beside her.

She passed her be. Lady Francesca checked on the next and next until she found herself entering the main garment section of the flee market they once passed not long ago. She instantly had a recollection of a peach colored muslin darted with a soft hint of petal pink, which caught her attention while they were passing by. She rolled her vision 360 degrees as to find the fabulous item, remained intact in her head. And gotcha! The wonderfully hanged peach muslin was just about fifteen steps away from where she was standing.

He asked in his usual rough voice as she shivered. Nodding, she sat on her knees as well before she put her hands in his pockets; her nakedness still bothering her. Her breath stuck in her throat when her hands came in contact with something cold; Aarvi looked at him as he nodded. Aarvi pulled it out as her eyes fell on the most beautiful set of rings she had ever seen. “You are the reason I breathe Adaa, you are my sanity, you embrace the devil in me, the evil in me, and still look at me as if I am filled with light,” Aarvi gulped as she looked at him, and then at the rings in her hands.

He looked up as soon as he heard me. “There you are,” he said quietly. Something in his voice made my heart drop. “What’s wrong?” He didn’t speak at first. He just set the mug down and slipped something from his pocket. A folded piece of paper. My stomach twisted. “Avery,” he said, jaw tight. “She left this in my locker.” My breath hitched. “What does it say?” He handed it to me. A short message, neat handwriting, sharp words: “I know your secret.

A hidden mechanism clicked. The floor trembled. A section of the stone wall slowly slid open. Beyond it lay another chamber. Smaller. Untouched by time. In its center stood a stone pedestal. Upon it rested a single wooden box. Beauty approached cautiously. The moment her fingers touched the lid... It opened by itself. Inside lay three objects. A silver dagger. An old family seal. And another letter. This one bore only three words. For My Granddaughter. Beauty's hands trembled. She unfolded it carefully.

Her eyes widened the moment she saw what was inside. Folded neatly within was a sensual, deep burgundy satin dress. It was short—barely reaching mid-thigh—with a daringly low neckline and delicate, sheer lace detailing across the breasts and back. The cut was designed to hug every curve perfectly, accentuating her pregnant belly in the most provocative way. A pair of elegant black strappy heels and a thin coat to wear over it for the journey were also included. Renata lifted the dress carefully. The fabric felt cool and slippery against her fingers. She could already imagine how tight and revealing it would look on her body.

Returning my attention to the bag, I surveyed its contents. A two-piece jogger set, a matching sweatshirt, a pair of comfortable sandals, and a mini cross-body bag greeted my gaze. It was a practical ensemble, suitable for everyday wear. Beneath the sporty attire, I discovered a surprise—a free-flowing gown that exuded elegance and sophistication. It was a maternity gown, tailored to accommodate the changes my body had undergone during pregnancy. Despite the unexpected nature of its presence, I couldn't help but appreciate its beauty and the thoughtfulness behind the gesture.

When the secret room was opened, both Sully and Sheila instinctively stepped back. Hazel, holding a light source, walked over and looked inside. Just one glance, and her heart raced. It felt like she had seen something significant, something extraordinary. But inside, there was only an exquisite wooden box. She moved closer, squeezed inside, and opened the box. Inside was a piece of carved ornament, though Hazel wasn’t sure what material it was made of. For now, she would call it an ornament since she didn’t know what else to call it. She examined it closely. It was rectangular, resembling an ancient tablet, and it felt surprisingly heavy.

The deeper levels weren’t patrolled as often, and even if she got caught, she’d scramble the memories of whoever found her. She slipped past steel doors and into a freezing corridor lined with containment chambers. This was the Storm Vault — where Velgrave kept its most dangerous secrets. Inside one cell, she saw a girl with lightning dancing across her skin. In another, a boy muttering to himself, rewriting reality with words. And in the last room… A mirror. Just a mirror. But when she stepped closer, it flickered. Her reflection blinked — and showed her another version of herself. Older. Colder. Wearing a black sigil across her chest.