Dear Missy Novels & Stories

As the office door clicked shut, Natalie flashed a ring at me, one that outshone mine in every way. "Like I'd ever want your junk," she sneered.

I couldn't stand to see them like this. "Miss?" A small voice sounded beside me. I looked up to see Mia standing there, her hand reaching out to tug at my dress. I just stared at her. Honestly, seeing her this healthy was a relief. I wished her no harm. If only her mother hadn't ensnared my husband... "Why did you come over here?" I crouched down to meet her eyes. "Did your mom send you to gloat? I have to say. You won."

I adjusted my grey pantsuit; I was definitely dressed to kill; I even let my hair down to frame my oval-shaped face beautifully. Confidently, I entered the building and smiled at the receptionist, but she had an angry scowl. She looked awfully familiar, but for the life of me, I couldn't remember her. “Good morning, I'm River Harper. I have an interview for 10 am, which is a few minutes from now.” The nasty woman rolled her eyes and muttered,” Of course.”

It's more like a warning. A few seconds later, his gruff voice rings out. “My schedule is really full, Miss Steele. But if the meeting is important, I can create some time for you to come to my office.” Miss Steele’s smile widens. “Oh, I just wanted to invite you on a date.” “I'm afraid I'll turn it down, Miss Steele.” “But—” A woman in a green dress taps the mic on the stage, interrupting Miss Steele’s statement. She glances at Alexander one more time before pulling away. Finally some air to breathe. Her perfume would seize all breath from my lungs if she stays any longer.

she beams as she starts jumping up and down "lemme just grab..." She is interrupted by a voice that sends chills down my body "You are not going anywhere Missy" all dressed in black, as handsome as ever stands Miles. He is glaring at me. Uh oh that's not good, but what was I to expect, I had shut him out together with the kids for this long. "Hi Miles , I forgot to tell you Miss P, I also told him to tag along but he was at his parents house. " It's now my turn to glare at her" I think it's the for me to go and change "she smiles one of her sweet smiles and runs upstairs

She said with appreciation, dropping her phone and picking up her fork to eat. “So tell me, you seem to be the only maid I often see around here around Tyler apart from Agnes. What is like with you and him? Are you like his personal maid or something?” Missy asked upon munching on a slice of apple. She bowed, “She got that right ma’am. I am his personal maid and only I is around to do things for him apart from Ma’am Agnes.” She responded with respect, her tone soft and polite. “Have told you to be less professional with me. Call me by my name, I’m Missy and I see you not as my maid already. You’re like even older than me, here sit on the bed with me.” Missy offered tapping on the seat on the

[Annie, sorry to bug you again! I bought a box of cherries. Can I leave it with you for a bit?] [Annie, my mom sent some Milano cookies. They're super fragile. Can you set them aside for me? Thanks!] My phone wouldn't stop buzzing. Every message in the pickup station group chat was asking me to hold somebody's package. I logged the new deliveries while replying with quick "Got it" messages. Then Mrs. Warner from Unit 401 sent a voice message, sounding genuinely grateful.

It makes no sense… “Oh, don't think much about it. Dreams don't mean much. Sure, it scared you a bit. But it ends there. Today is a big day. You shouldn't let a dream rattle you. “Athena says, and I nod after a few seconds, with a fake smile. I'm at Athena's place today, as I wanted to stay away from home, and it's a normal thing as Athena and I usually pass nights at each other's houses. A week had passed since Amber challenged me, and today is the day that the new Miss. Emerald High would be announced. Athena has been helping me campaign for the spot. She gave herself the title of my campaign manager, and according to her, things are looking up. And if she says so, I believe her. She got m

she said with so much excitement written all over her. “By the way, who are you?” I asked “I'm Missy ma'am, your new personal assistant” she replied, somewhat confused that I wasn't aware who she was. “Alright Missy, go on now” She shut the door behind her as she left and I couldn't not notice her accent. She sounded more like a country girl, maybe from Texas, I guessed. I looked through the gift box and it had a written note in it. ‘Welcome back to work baby’, it read. Dante, call me baby? It was definitely just for show. I was certain all the other workers must have seen it before it got to me, very crafty.

Miss Sissie hopped out with alacrity that belied her age, her hands pressed to her face she headed my way. "Oh, my! Look at these babies. Oh, Anna, they're just as sweet as you said." She spared me a quick glance. "Hello, Deacon, how are you, dear?" "I'm well, Miss Sissie, and yourself?" "I'm above the earth instead of six feet under, so no complaints here. Oh, my heavens, Emma, aren't these goats just adorable?" "They are." I heard her voice, and against my better intentions, my head turned toward her, my eyes meeting hers. She offered me a slight smile. "Hey, Deacon. How are you?"