Lady Irene Novels & Stories

A lady named Sereia Villamor runs away from the orphanage after living there for how many years to find her parents who neglected her at a young age. On her way to nowhere, she was abducted by unknown men and brought to a fancy mansion. She meets the mastermind of the kidnapping, Zadkiro Driavos. He was after her parents because he claimed that Sereia's parents were keeping his long-lost sister. Not long after, they both joined hands to investigate and find Sereia's parents.

Chosen by Fate… Broken by it. Zafira learned one rule early—never expect love. The same rule she kept breaking. She loves being a stripper but is mocked for it, her love life seem to be a train that refuses to move. Just when she thought she was in love and was loved…. wanted…. Her world crumbles with one stare at the huge frame that carried her image and the dress she has been coerced to wear. But… It's not her… The red haired lady in the frame is not Zafira.

I get undressed and hide in my husband's dorm at work to surprise him. Yet it backfires on me—instead of my husband coming, his three colleagues are the ones who show up. They're thoroughly aroused by my lingerie and have their way with the cooking lady on the kitchen counter. It's such a raunchy scene that desire burns within me. I pleasure myself while watching them but accidentally moan out loud. The men turn to look at the closet where I'm hiding…

"Mother said you agreed to marry me," I stared at her deeply in the eyes, as I took in her beautiful features. "Yes, I did," Her sultry voice replied. "Good. We will get married, but only for a year," Her face wore a confused look as she blinked. Taking her wrist, I allowed my thumb to gently sweep up and down. "Make me fall in love with you within a year, and we will live forever," I let the words in my heart out "What if I fail?" Her gaze met mine. "Then we will end the marriage and part ways. Worse still,you will lose everything you have,"I replied icyly, as her wrist slipped off. She looked at me with disdain. ******** Ariel Peterson, a young twenty five year old lady was thrown out of her so-called home, by her step mother. She decided to end it all, but found herself in a hospital. A marriage proposal in front of her, giving her a second chance, one she jumped at without a second thought.' Marriage will be lovely,'she thought. The cold Billionaire she was to get married to gave her a difficult task. 'To make him fall in love with her within a year' Will she be able to work her way into the heart of her husband? When a lady from the past finds her way Into their life, what misfortune will it bring to them? Will their love become happily ever after?

Is love hard to find? Bobby found his Soulmate at a glimpse of an eye. He attended a once in awhile beach party that led him into falling in love and finding his long awaited lady of his dreams. Who knew love would be this elementary to find. His associates teased him and he denied it but deep down they knew he was concealing his sensitiveness. Their love grew even stronger that it led into marriage and making up a family together. Love comes where you are, we don't look for it. It comes naturally.

Kaia Isabelle is a rare case of rags to riches. She's a poor lady from the slums who made it to the top after her mother was murdered and her almost raped. She managed to rise from the mud she was in when she became one of the most sought after models and fast rising artist. Only that, there's one thing that keeps on haunting her even after everything she has achieved... a dark mystery of the past... a nightmare.... a face of a dark love that keeps on haunting her shattered soul.

Isabella is a young lady who is forced to sign a contract deal which sells her without possible revocation to the deadliest mafia Lord. Luca. Her parents, having no other option, use her as the last collateral to pay up whatever they owed Luca. After she arrives at Luca's Villa, he tries to make her comfortable but still drops warnings for her. Isabella is anything but comfortable. She is determined to get away from there as fast as possible. Isabella, without the knowledge of Luca, plans an escape. Ready to leave.

"Dude, let me see whose is bigger. Yours or my boyfriend's." On a truck along the Sicherian-Timbre Highway, a couple hitched a ride from me. The lady, Jean Shelley, was dressed provocatively. I couldn't help getting aroused, pitching a tent. Unexpectedly, Jean was very open-minded. She actually wanted to use her hand to measure how big I was. What made my blood race even more was that her boyfriend, Ray Brook, wanted her to use her body to pay for the ride.

Lady Sarah Emiline Lucia needs to hide her identity for fear that mobs will kill her and her family after her uncle—Napoleon Bonaparte—is exiled to Melba. She is sent to Hampshire, England to stay with friends of her father. To stay safe, she must play the role of her maid, while her maid assumes Lady Sarah’s identity. Complications arise when she meets the very handsome man, and she suddenly wants him to look at her as a real woman, not a servant. Protecting her life, however, is more important than confessing the truthGabriel Lawrence’s pirate ship is almost captured and this time it was too close. He and his crew need to hide for a few months in hopes that Napoleon’s men who seek revenge, will soon forget about him. During his stay at his aunt and uncle’s in Hampshire, he meets the niece of his enemy. Because she doesn’t know who Gabe is, he will become close to her to see if she knows any more of her uncle’s secrets. But the beauty of her companion, Miss Emmie, captures his attention, and her quirky personality keeps him wanting more. But her over-zealous nature for adventure places both of them in danger and he’s forced to play the honorable rogue.How can he protect them both when an unknown spy is always one step ahead…and wants Gabe dead?

I spend eight years being Ashton Clark's secret girlfriend, bending over backward for him like a maid. It takes the company's cleaning lady to finally make me see the truth. Late that night, while working overtime, I place some stomach medicine and a bowl of warmed seafood chowder on his desk. "Eat while it's warm, Mr. Clark. Don't let your stomach flare up again." His eyes stay glued to the financial reports on his screen. He doesn't even bother to grunt an acknowledgment. I reach out to push the bowl a little closer to his hand. Nearby, the cleaning lady emptying the trash suddenly stops. "Save it, sweetie. Mr. Clark already ate something someone else brought him. The fancy lunchbox is sitting right here in my bin." My hand freezes mid-air. Ashton's fingers pause over his keyboard, his brows knitting slightly. Even a woman in her 50s who just quietly cleans the office every day can tell that he doesn't love me. Looking down at that bowl of chowder, I suddenly feel like the last eight years of my life has been nothing but a joke. I pick up the bowl and dump it straight into the trash. "Right. Mr. Clark's tastes have changed." That's the last time I ever put him at the top of my list.