Novel & Cerita Young Hot Lady From The Village

What would he do if she really didn't love him anymore? … A week later. In a small village, a few kilometers out of town. A young lady was seated on a stool outside a small house with a faraway look on her face. One would think she was admiring the view of the maize fields in the distance but her thoughts were far from that. Her mind was in turmoil. This lady was none other than Evelyn. On the day she ran, she called Raymond who brought her down to this village to wait for him to get her a new passport so that she could leave the Country.

I muttered in awe while he nodded. When we reached the end of the village, a large house came into view, and my eyes widened at the young lady standing on the porch waving at us. “Is that your housekeeper,” I asked him and heard him growling low. “Unfortunately that is Justine behaving unlike herself,” he muttered bitterly. “Hey Gavin, is this the lady who is replacing me” the female questioned. I glanced at Gavin and then the young lady. She was odd in appearance with big blue eyes and long blonde hair. She looked no older than eighteen.

After bandaging her completely, she leaves her to rest while she takes her old car and goes to the village to find out about the young woman's identity. She arrives there well into the night. Her intuition never fails her, and she knows that powerful people are behind what happened to this young woman. The pickup truck they used to dump her on the road is the typical one used by hired thugs. Her limited mobility and advanced age prevent her from moving at a faster pace through the village streets, but she doesn't need to go far. The townspeople gossip about the death of the hotel owner and a young couple who were staying in the room where the fire that eventually consumed the entire establis

"Thank you. It was not . . ." "I am not finished yet, hunter, we also offer, or at least I do offer a young woman who we think will assist you well." He mumbled to him and beckoned to someone from inside. A beautiful blond-haired pale-skinned woman came out, dressed like every other woman in the village with a make tunic apparel, with a loose material that hardly wrapped her lower body. She looked around, a little horrified and when she saw Andrew, her eyes broadened.

The village had grown, its thatched cottages spreading like the roots of an ancient tree, yet beneath the facade of tranquility lay an undercurrent of fear whenever the moon reached its peak. Somewhere far at the outskirts of the village lived a girl named Elara. Elara, at twenty years old, had known little of family or love in her life. An orphan since childhood, she had grown up under the care of the village, finding solace in the whispers of the wind and the gentle touch of the earth. Her beauty was undeniable—full lips that hinted at a defiance born of hardship, green eyes that glimmered with a mixture of sorrow and determination, and long silver hair that cascaded down her back like str

She smiles at the seventy year old healthy woman that kneel in front of her. She's told her not to do all those formalities but she never stopped neither would she since it has been thirty five years since they've been together. The woman is from the village of Gombe and she came looking for job with her daughter who was very young then, seeing the adorableness in the lass, she gave her the job as a mere maid. But with the years passing through bleeding to decade, she has all her trust in the woman, she knows everything about her including her own thoughts.

**Facing Lady 1** Lady 1: Oh, I’m Sandra… Lady 2: I’m Rejoice… Me: Wow, lovely names… Hope you would make us rejoice. Are you girls leaving already? Sandra: Yeah, it’s getting late already and we are kinda new in town… Me: **Laugh** Don’t worry, the town is very safe… Rejoice: Yeah, we would still love to leave now… Me: No probs, lemme go and join the others… You girls should take care of yourselves… As I turned to leave, Rejoice asked for my number and I gave it to her…

Hit by the dagger of a little10-year old girl who tend the earth for her little okras. That was for many years ago. Thlugh he could still count how those years had passed by. Yet, that wild little girl had grown to valiant lady he was staring at. Hair as black as coal. Slender and swift like deer. Eyes like of an eagle. And, that sweet smiles like summer harvest was already here. No one would ever believe him if he would tell that Elena de Leon caught a wild pig when she was young. The catch that his village feasted at and that they could not forget.

She was also young and almost at the age of early twenties. The blonde woman nods in response. “I, certainly, am, your ladyship,” she replied with a refreshing smile on her face. Her cheeks were naturally turning into light pinch of pink in doing so. Even Lady Margaret couldn’t believe she was just an ordinary woman working in the flea market.

While the duo approached the villagers, Valor continued to roam here and there exploring the beautiful scenery. “Pardon me, Could you please help us?” Egon asked one of the villagers, trying to be extra polite. The villager gave him a ‘who-are-you’ look, and then nodded his head. The tensed muscles of Egon’s jaw line relaxed a bit, and he formulated the next sentence word by word, “Actually, we are here to meet Lady EVANORA YOUNGBLOOD. Could you show the way to her residence? We are new here.”