Aunt Dimity Novels & Stories

If anything, just to survive, with a high income for the family. “Who was she?” Amelia asked, absentmindedly An ambiguous silence fell between them. She turned Mrs Sims’ way, locking gazes with her. “The enemy.” Mrs Sims sliced a tomato in half, then she continued chopping it into little pieces.“At least one of them. She is the young master’s aunt.” An aunt? How come she’d never seen her in any of the family photos? Those pictures were lying everywhere when she visited as a kid. Thud! Mrs sighed, dropping the knife on the board.

I drove the car down the driveway to the front of a large, beautiful and big house, with wood details and large glass panes. I got out of the car admiring a wooden door that seemed to be twice the size of a normal door, not sure whether to ring the bell or call Dimitri. But before I could make a decision, the door was opened and a well dressed blond woman stepped out. " Good morning.” " Good morning, you must be Blair," the woman smiled, "Dimitri is expecting you.” She nodded for me to follow her inside. " My name is Dallas Miller, I'm Dimitri's aunt," she looked over her shoulder, "Joseph is looking forward to meeting you.”

my secretary stepped in smoothly, “this is Mrs. Eleanor Whitmore—your aunt. Mr. Harold Whitmore—your uncle. And Mr. Julius Whitmore… your cousin.” “Oh… really.” I forced a polite smile. “It’s nice to meet you all.” They exchanged brief glances before looking back at me. I gave a small, apologetic smile. “Actually… I don’t remember much about my childhood. I seem to have lost most of my memories.” “Oh my…” my aunt turned to her husband. “I told you, didn’t I? There’s no way Charlotte would abandon us willingly. It must be because she lost her memory.”

Her eyes lit up, and she hobbled toward me, using her crutch for support. Her voice trembled with excitement as she called out, "Paisley! Don't you recognize me? It's Aunt Leah! "About what happened back then, I know what I did was wrong. But I never really mistreated you. "Look at you now—dressed so well and staying in such a nice place all alone. How about this? You hire me as your housekeeper. I'll give you the warmth of a real home." Her shamelessness didn't surprise me in the slightest.

"My darling nephew finally brought a woman home!" Before I could protest, I was pulled into a bone-crushing hug. "You're so beautiful! I'm Matilde btw, Dimi's aunt." "She's not my girlfriend, aunt Matilde, and you can release her now. She can't breathe," came Dimitri's calm voice. "Oh, hehe. Sorry, sorry." She finally let go and turned to her nephew. "So what? She will be. I'm gonna start looking for the wedding cake already. It's good to be ready, right? Hehe. Benson, where's my sesame chicken?"

the voice complained even with Ida's gentle knocks on the door, before the door was finally pulled open. “Aunty,” Ida called softly, looking up at the woman, who was stunned at first but burst into mocking laughter later on. “Ida!! Is it you? I think I drank too much,” The woman said pushing back her hair which was covering her face, “The spoiled shameless brat now remembers she has an aunt… You wicked little brat, how dare you come back to this house? “ Her aunt stared at her with discontent and disgust in her eyes. “Mummy is that Aunty Ida? “ Ida heard the tiny voice of her 7-year-old cousin, which she had missed a lot.

Black's POV I could hear a knock on my door as I just finished fixing my bed. "Black, breakfast is ready downstairs." My aunt said. "I'll be back tonight." "Take care, Aunt Autumn." I replied. Autumn Vera, or Aunt Autumn as I call her, is my aunt that took me in after both my mom and dad passed away. She's a very kind person that agreed to take care of me despite not even talking properly with her before.

“Oh, don’t encourage her, Auntie Margaret. The last thing this table needs is another Montgomery with an ego.” Damien grinned. “Correction… we could use a few interesting ones, though.” Alexander shot him another warning look. “Enough Damien.” Aunt Margaret patted my hand, eyes still on me. “Ignore them, sweetheart. You look radiant. It’s good to see some spirit at this table for once.” Lucian’s thumb brushed my knuckles again, slow and grounding. Whitmore appeared silently at the side, refilling glasses. The smell of roasted meat and buttered vegetables drifted in. I leaned slightly toward Lucian, whispering,

Even Sir Jonathan from the vintage shop was protecting her. Abby clenched her hands tightly, just about to speak, when Rowan let out a mocking laugh. "Sister Abby, this Aunt Ashford of yours sure has an arrogant mouth. If I didn’t know better, I'd think she was the one with the Cromwell surname." "Aunt Ashford didn’t mean it that way," Abby sighed, looking as if she was being misunderstood. "I knew this would be taken the wrong way." She then turned to Amelia, as if she were the one being wronged.

He is more important to her. “But Fender, I am serious and my decision is fix. I am fourteen but I'm matured enough. I would rather be with you than— ” “And you're just here! You are such a flirtatious woman! ” "Aunt!" They were both surprised by Fender when her Aunt appeared. She was carrying a baton and then her artistic cousin frowned. Obvious in its appearance it is disturbed by deep sleep. “Mommy, eh! You know that girl is flirtatious! You should have listened when I told you to shave that and tie it to Browny's jail, eh. "