Aunt Dimity Novels & Stories

"But that's for another day. Tonight, I'm not holding back." The dining room hit me with a blast of stifling hot air-Grandpa always kept the mansion's air conditioning cranked to desert levels. Dad was deep in conversation with George Simpson, while Jack mindlessly scrolled through his phone. But what really made my blood boil was the sight of Aunt Mary lounging like royalty with Lucy Taylor fanning her like some colonial-era servant. "My dear aunt certainly knows how to live," I announced, unable to contain myself. "Taking a personal assistant everywhere just to fan her. For a second I thought I'd walked onto the set of Downton Abbey—are we filming a period drama now?"

“Now stay here to rest or go sightseeing, it's up to you. I go to work, I will come back here for dinner." "Oh yes…" "Remember to wait for me to come back to you." Aurora Gabriel said goodbye to Phelan and continued to tour around. Phelan Darius's mansion is very big, and has many rooms, two people living here feel a bit empty. The maid here was only an elderly lady, Aurora Gabriel here also got to know her. Aunt Demi is more than 50 years old, has been a maid here for five years. She is a thoughtful and skillful woman who understands Phelan's food preferences and lifestyle. Aunt Demi is like a dedicated butler taking care of Phelan.

she lowered her voice and added bastard, which made me smile. I should have met this girl earlier. This is my right path. This is it. I see it now. I should have met this girl and made my aunt stay. It should be fine to cross over now. I know my mistake. I know what I should have done. “It seems you know this place very well,” my aunt smiled. “Oh! We simply follow our noses. It’s not hard. You’re human. Why are you here?” “This is my niece,” she placed her hands on my shoulders again. “Her mother was Remington.”

Braint said, "Mommy, you can have breakfast first. Lyric is here. She has something to tell you." Lyric happened to hear these words, and her face immediately turned red. "Demarion, what are you talking about? I'm Lyric. When did you become your aunt?" Lyric subconsciously felt that the person who would make fun of her was Demarionr. Unexpectedly, Demarion said innocently, "Aunt, I'm here." Braint also said, "Aunt, I'm Braint." Lyric, who was surrounded by the calls of "Aunt", said, "... I'm sorry, I got the wrong person."

the so-called mother-in-law chirped. Her smile was just as forced and fake as my aunt's. But what guarantee does Aunt Sadie have that this new marriage proposal won't rot away like the rest? "I'm good, Ma'am. Please excuse me," I replied with a fake smile and turned to leave for my room. "Wait, Ximena," Aunt Sadie's voice stopped me in my tracks. I turned to face them again. "Allow me to properly introduce Mrs Adeline Miles Lucas. Mrs. Miles, Meet my niece, Ximena Arthur," Aunt Sadie introduced, her words dripping with intrigue.

Although she kept her proposal for a contract marriage to herself, she discussed her meeting with Wyatt McKinley with her Aunt, Margaret. “So, what do you think of Wyatt McKinley since you’ve met him?” Aunt Margaret asked Emily, her voice tinged with a mix of mischief and playfulness. The woman was dressed in a stylish yet comfortable ensemble that perfectly reflected her refined taste. Margaret wore a tailored cream-coloured blouse with delicate lace detailing, its soft fabric flowing gracefully against her frame. Paired with this, she donned a knee-length skirt in a rich burgundy hue, exuding sophistication and adding a touch of warmth to her attire.

she asked coolly, “why are you still here? Didn’t you say you had a banquet to attend tonight?” The words sliced through Daimon like a blade. So eager to see him leave, was she? His chest tightened, but all he did was sigh softly, turning away without a word. From a distance, Auntie watched the exchange, her heart aching for Daimon. “Sir, wait a moment,” she called, chasing after him. “I’ll make something for you to eat on the road. You’ve got a weak stomach, and with the alcohol at the banquet—how will you manage?”

Dimitri understood the ploy we were all in. We killed hundreds of The Crown Assassins. They would have placed a bounty on our heads by now. “Where do we go?” I concurred. “We’ll go to my aunt’s place. Just give her some cash, she’ll let us in” Ride explained, mocking his aunt’s enormous love for money. Dimitri drove to the house Ride talked about. It was old and shabby on the outside. I began to wonder why we would be paying money to go into the house.

" I sighed out in relief. Me: Yea, auntie. Understood. Thanks, though. Auntie: You're welcome, darling. Anyway. We can't wait to see you. Angel has missed you something serious. She chuckled, and I smiled. Me: Yeah! I missed her, too. Auntie: Oh! She would never tell you this because she knows you'd worry, but the other day she fainted. She woke up hours later and in the emergency room, looking around like she was crazy. She looked petrified. She kept talking about some woman and man. Uhh... uhh... what the heck did she say? Oh! She kept calling out some man named Nicholas. I don't know any man named Nicholas. Do you?

" Gina's family quickly stood at attention, heads bowed, not daring to look around. Soon, the door opened, and a tall figure walked in wearing a black coat, looking striking and commanding. The person radiated an aura that warned everyone to keep their distance. It was my aunt, Carmelia. She swept her gaze across the parlor, and her brow furrowed immediately. "What's going on? Why is it such a mess in here?" Rex hurried forward. "Ms. Sanders, these people came to settle a debt and brought some guy with them." Carmelia said coldly. "I told you not to bring just anyone here. Clean this up." She turned to leave as soon as she finished speaking. I silently screamed, 'No! Don't go!' I used every