Chapter 21 Milady Novels & Stories

The butler said, as he took the little girl in his arms and the woman collected the letter. "What does it say Milady?" Asked the butler seeing the woman's face turns sour. "Take Beatrice to her room, I'll be out to the council now." The elder woman said as she walked away. Having lived in the mansion for years ever since the madam and sire had gotten married Pablo knew that something was wrong somewhere. Although he knew his madam could take care of many things, her change of mood was never a good thing. As a half-vampire, he could tell that something bad was going to happen.

Global domination? "Then torture them some more, if his filthy minions are caught around the border that means he is within the area, we cannot let him get into the pack!" Claire chided, her voice filled with panic. Poor girl, she witnessed the same person murder her father, Hunter pulled her into a hug, murmuring some comforting words into her ears, and I decided to give them the privacy they need. "All the dresses you brought are lovely Milady" Hazel gushed to me as I stepped into the room. "But three of the dresses are a bit small for you" She showed me one of them.

I smiled after receiving the message, so I replied, "I'll be there, just give me a few more minutes." I only have one hour left for my preparation. So, after drying my hair, I immediately went to my closet and wore the dress that I'd set apart yesterday night. It was a long, black, cocktail dress with a slit. It's also covered with silver glitters scattered around the dress, making it elegant. Then, I faced the mirror and started wearing my makeup. As planned, I want to wear simple makeup that showcases my simple beauty. I couldn't help but smile while facing the mirror. I never get too excited like this before. Imagining the faces of my foes never fails to amuse me. I want to see how they a

There was no reason to have more than a plate and at least two cutlery at a time on the table. Some people seemed to already have had prior lessons at home and were thriving in the class, Willow and her entourage were enjoying praise from the mistress while Riya, Isolde and some other unfortunate girls did not seem to be able to get it right and kept making mistakes. At this juncture Riya felt certain that she would never fully grasp the concept of everything that related to fine dining, it felt ridiculous to her. Why would creatures who transformed into wolves care about formal dining? At last the mistress seemed satisfied with the girls progress and they were ushered out of the hall and do

And he, not giving up, gets out of his seat and comes to meet me only to state the obvious: "You're not Selena..." "Of course I'm not, you idiot" I reply in the instrumental's turn to compose the melody solo "Get out of here" I ask, breaking into a cold sweat as I see Henry watching us from the front row with a confused expression. "I won't go, I need to talk to you, milady!" he says. Milady? What does this man want? Is it a test? An envoy of Henry's to trick me?Not only women understand tricks, that I am sure of.

The birthmark on my forehead was now completely exposed. When I returned to the main hall, I heard Caelen speaking. “If the Chancellor does not mind, I would like to ask for Lady Leanora’s hand as my Crown Princess. The Royal City itself will be my dowry.” As Father hesitated, I pushed the door open and walked in. “I accept, Your Highness.” In my previous life, it was precisely because I chose Aldric and bent fate that all those later disasters came to pass. If Aldric and Rosalind believed that by starting over and carrying memories of another life, they could counterfeit destiny, they were ridiculously wrong.

"Daphne... and Xanthe? But why? Why would they go to such lengths? I crashed so badly that day, I just pretended I was fine." Taking a moment to steady himself, the servant's voice began to rise in urgency as he unraveled the truth. "They have been shadowing you, Milady, waiting for the perfect opportunity to obtain that letter. The moment we collided, they sent another servant to retrieve the paper before you could realize it was missing. I regretted doing it and I am deeply sorry for everything." Melina sank back onto the silken sheets, her mind reeling from the weight of the servant's words. It was a web of deception she had never anticipated, and her thoughts swirled with a mixture of di

The woman in the center mused, still bowing her head. “It’s okay. I can do it myself.” I answered awkwardly. I didn’t wish for audiences to watch me while taking a bath. “But it’s the queen’s order to assist you, Milady.” She insisted. I noticed her hands were trembling so I went closer to hold her but she suddenly knelt on the floor. “Forgive us! We’re just here to help you.” She stuttered, and all the other women knelt in front of me. I wondered why they seemed terrified. Was it because they thought I’m a witch?

The woman blinked. “Oh no. No, no, no. I’ve seen this trope before,” she muttered. “This is body possession. Reincarnation. Transmigration. Whatever you call it when God runs out of original ideas.” A knock interrupted her existential crisis. “Milady, the Duke is waiting in the rose salon,” a voice called from behind the door. “The Duke?” Mira repeated blankly. “The Duke, your husband,” the maid replied. “Lord Adrian Vale.” Mira froze.

The decoration of the campus gymnasium was extravagant, exuding an air of wealth and power. People could not help but stop in their tracks at the sight of the event venue. Hugging the laptop to my chest, I smiled, masking the sadness that coiled around my heart. "Want some hot chocolate?" I recognized the voice, and my eyes automatically searched for her. Faerie was behind me, staring apologetically at me. Giving her a thin smile, I clung to her arm. "Your treat?"