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An ongoing collection of short stories of various types. A good easy and satisfying read in between big epic romantic sagas.
Lord James Dacre considered himself to be extremely well placed at the Hindon's dinner party, and he settled himself down in his seat at the table with a delightful feeling that circumstances were turning out well for him that evening. In the first place, he was well aware that the Hindons kept a first-rate chef, and, to use his own vernacular, "did you extremely well"; and this certainly counted for something in his feeling of beautitude.
Then he had successfully avoided two of the greatest bores in the room, one of whom was very deaf and the other exceedingly greet, and both of whom were only asked, so he surmised, because they were excellent bridge players.
Dacre had found himself let in for sitting next to them at the last two dinners he had attended that week, and he felt he realy could not put up with it again. These reasons for gratification were, however, rather negative than positive, and would not have put him into such an exceedingly good temper had it not been for a third reason, which was, that he found himself sitting next to one of the very prettiest girls he had ever seen.
So pretty was she that his lordship found himself wondering that he had never heard of her before. Her dark brown hair waved round her face in quite a nymph-like way, while the lines of her young cheeks and throat would have inspired the brush of Lord Leighton.
Dacre fought against an inclination to stare, but by dint of inherited good manners, however, he succeeded, appearing, as usual, indifferent and imperturbable.
When the soup was half over, he considered himself at liberty to throw out a casual remark, to which the fair one responded with a dimpling smile, talking to him so naturally that she accomplished the difficult feat of making him forget even her beauty in her charm.
As the long, tedious dinner progressed on its way, they became quite friendly, and she told him a host of different things about herself, which, she evidently thought, might interest him, or, pherpas, being very childish she did not think of the effect at all.
As a matter of act, he found them extremely interesting -- not that the things she said were important in themselves, save for a kind of subtle sympathy, which seemed to spring up at once between them. She told him, for instance, that among a host of other things, that she liked dogs and couldn't bear cats, that she hated leaving a ball before three o'clock, that she had a brother called Jack who had just taught her to play bridge and who seemed to her to be altogether perfect, and that she was terribly afraid that this paragon might be called to South Africa.
And Jim Dacre looked into her lovely eyes, and was deeply interested in all these trivialities and in the future of the brother Jack whom he had never seen.
The dinner ended at last, to the infinite regret of the greedy old woman, Lady Featherley, whom "Lord Jim," as he was commonly called, had successfully avoided, and to the joy of all the other bridge players, who were longing to get to their game; and a move was made upstairs.
Dacre tried very hard, on the arrangement of the tables, to become the partner of his unknown friend; but his designs in that direction were instantly frustrated by his hostess, who promptly annexed him on his entry into the drawing-room, and insisted on being his partner.
There was no help for it, but the sight of the curly brown head at a distant table distracted his attention. He played less well than usual, and they lost considerably. Several times during the evening he fancied he heard slight altercations at the other table and Lady Featherley's voice raised in rude and unpleasant tones. She was a bad loser, and became exceedingly disagreeable when the game went against her.
Dacre grew extremely bored, and was thankful when at length some sleep person discovered that it was one o'clock, and chairs began to be moved back. During this move, Lady Featherley's grumbling tones were again heard from the other side, and Dacre, listening with anxious ears, fancied he distinguished the voice of his charmer in answer.
"If you give me your address," said the soft voice, which trembled as it spoke, "I'll send you a check tomorrow."
Louder than ever rose Lady Featherley's tones in reply. Dacre turned to his cousin and hostess for enlightenment.
"What's all this about?" he asked impatiently.
Mrs. Hindon yawned as she shuffled the cards together.
"Oh, that silly girl, Lettice Grey, has been losing. It's so stupid of her when has not a brass farthing; and old Lady Featherley is furious, because she thinks she won't get paid. As far as that goes, I don't care if she isn't. Tiresome old thing. She always makes a row. I wish I hadn't asked her."
"What were the points?" asked Lord Jim.
"Oh, shilling points, I believe."
Dacre's adieux were extremely hurried. He had caught sight of the tail of a white gown vanishing round the door, and, leaving the groups still discussing the game, he hurried after it. Hurrah! For a moment the coast was clear. The pompous butler and a yawning footman were standing on the steps, looking for four-wheelers, while she was alone in the vestibule, between the inner and outer halls.
As he reached her, he saw to his horror and amazement that she was sobbing, and, forgetting etiquette and slender acquaintance, he hurried to her side.
"What is the matter?" he asked.
"Oh, isn't it awful?" she said. "I thought I understood the game so well, but oh -- oh ---"
"You've lost?" said Dacre, more as one stating a fact than asking a question.
She fixed him with a pair of horror-stricken eyes.
"I've lost twenty-four pounds," said she, "to Lady Featherley, and I haven't ten shillings in the world!"
There was not a moment to be lost. Already the voices of the rest of the party could be heard on the landing. Dacre was a man of action, and in less time than it takes me to write it he pressed three bank notes into her hand.
"I want you to owe it to me instead of to her," he said. "You shall pay it to me in one year, two years, ten years -- when you like."
As he spoke he was writing, and then he pressed a card into her trembling hand.
"I've written her address on the back of my own card," he continued hurriedly. "Post the money to her the first thing tomorrow, and everything else is just as if it had never happened."
She gazed piteously at him. her lips parted; she was about to speak. Dacre felt the urge to lean in and kiss her, but the opportunity passed.
"Your cab, miss," said the butler.
She faltered, hesitated, saw that functionary's stony gaze fixed on her, gave him piteously grateful look, which seemed to beg forgiveness for her lack of speech, and hurried down the steps.
She hurried into th ecab, and she hurried out of his life, and that was the maddening part of it. And yet it would have been easy for Dacre, one might think, to mount again the shallow stairs and to extract her address from the hostess. Yes, easy enough in the doing, but impossible to do. As he reflected on the storm of ridicule which would be raised by his question, he felt at once that it was impossible. There was only one link between them --- the debt she owed him, and, though he would gladly have released her, yet he welcomed the slender link that held them together.
Dacre's was not a very introspective nature; it did not occur to him that this was what is called "Love at first sight." He merely felt that on the dull horizon of his life a new interest had arisen. She seemed to draw him on from the dull, meaningless trivialities which formed his life towards that world of secret meanings and of fairy imaginings which are hidden in a woman's smile.
and now the light seemed suddenly quenched and misty; but would it only rise again he was conscious he would follow it to the ends of the earth, whether it turned out to be emptiness of a mocking will-o'-the-wisp or the lode-star of a home.
The court of the Austrian Empress Maria Theresa is one of the most glittering and stunning in all of Europe. The affairs of the Empress, her philandering husband, and her numerous children will shape the future of European history.
Eva thought she had a perfect life. She was married to a man she loved and living a life of comfort and luxury. Her whole world is shattered when she find her husband having an affair with another woman. Left broken, Eva moves back with her mother and starts over. She hopes to find love again ,but just as things start to look promising things start to twist and turn. She finds herself embroiled in scandal once more.
Emily thought she was getting everything she wanted when she married the older, handsome, and fabulously wealthy CEO Harrison Lang. However she quickly realizes that their relationship was not meant to last. The spoiled, bored, and capricious young woman soon finds herself being lured into a scandal liaison with well known player Mark Rayner and soon finds herself courting with disaster.
"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."
She thought she was the love of his life, and he became the love of her life that fateful day she had seen him at the pack's party. Selene Grace was only a replica of Alpha Leo's real mate, and when he spotted her, Leo immediately claimed her as his Luna in order to suppress the rumors of him being mateless. Being unable to conceive turns Selene's marriage into a nightmare, and as if that wasn't enough, Alpha Leo finally reunites with his long time lover and mate, rejecting a pregnant Selene as a result. 5 years later, Selene, a now successful doctor, receives an invitation to the moon shadow pack in order to rid the pack of a deadly disease which has struck it. Will Selene return back to the pack which had caused her so much pain, and what would she do when she realizes that she is mated to the Alpha who had betrayed her in the past?
Kaelyn devoted three years tending to her husband after a terrible accident. But once he was fully recovered, he cast her aside and brought his first love back from abroad. Devastated, Kaelyn decided on a divorce as people mocked her for being discarded. She went on to reinvent herself, becoming a highly sought-after doctor, a champion racer, and an internationally renowned architectural designer. Even then, the traitors sneered in disdain, believing Kaelyn would never find someone. But then the ex-husband’s uncle, a powerful warlord, returned with his army to ask for Kaelyn’s hand in marriage.
“You need a bride, I need a groom. Why don’t we get married?” Both abandoned at the altar, Elyse decided to tie the knot with the disabled stranger from the venue next door. Pitying his state, she vowed to spoil him once they were married. Little did she know that he was actually a powerful tycoon. Jayden thought Elyse only married him for his money, and planned to divorce her when she was no longer of use to him. But after becoming her husband, he was faced with a new dilemma. “She keeps asking for a divorce, but I don’t want that! What should I do?”
Linsey was stood up by her groom to run off with another woman. Furious, she grabbed a random stranger and declared, "Let's get married!" She had acted on impulse, realizing too late that her new husband was the notorious rascal, Collin. The public laughed at her, and even her runaway ex offered to reconcile. But Linsey scoffed at him. "My husband and I are very much in love!" Everyone thought she was delusional. Then Collin was revealed to be the richest man in the world. In front of everyone, he got down on one knee and held up a stunning diamond ring. "I look forward to our forever, honey."
It was supposed to be a marriage of convenience, but Carrie made the mistake of falling in love with Kristopher. When the time came that she needed him the most, her husband was in the company of another woman. Enough was enough. Carrie chose to divorce Kristopher and move on with her life. Only when she left did Kristopher realize how important she was to him. In the face of his ex-wife’s countless admirers, Kristopher offered her 20 million dollars and proposed a new deal. “Let’s get married again.”