Dear Mrs Novels & Stories

I broke into tears and thanked them. I noticed the way the advance lady was looking at me, it’s creepy, “Can I hug you and call you daughter?” She asked. “And who is she?” I inquired from Vera. “Oh she is one of my good clients, I am the only nurse she trusts to come to her home with another doctor, her name is Madam Silver Graham.” A pause . “I told her what I did and she used her influence to take you out of the hospital,so all thanks to her.”

"Oh, you're awake? Do you want me to heat up some dim sum for you?" "No, you eat." Arthur closed his eyes again.

she said, her hand outstretched with a big smile on her face. "I'm Clara, but I prefer you call me Mrs Rey" Clara retorted, standing up. The other party was being polite. Anyway, she saw no reason why she should be rude towards her instead. " I dare not call you by name." she immediately withdrew her hand. This was her uncle's most trusted secretary. Clara smiled back at her , the woman was smiling without any sigh of guilt. " What does Madam love doing? Going shopping, going on vacation, playing with friends, makeup, going to the movies, I meet with a lot of wealthy women in such places. "she suddenly said with a strong hint of sarcasm.

“Didn't you just say that ‘it doesn't belong to anyone until it's paid for’? If you can take what isn't yours using that logic, why can't I do the same?” “You...” Mrs. Chanel blushed, her trembling finger pointing at Helena's face, ready to launch into a tirade. But suddenly, her finger stopped in midair. The woman's angry expression turned to bewilderment. She narrowed her eyes, examining Helena's face, which wore little makeup outside of work. “Wait a minute...” the woman murmured. “Helena? Are you Helena Rodrigues?” As if she had just heard the funniest joke in the world, the woman dressed in Chanel pulled her companion by the arm, pointing at her shamelessly.

I sαid‚ nodding quickly while trying to keep my emotions together. She gαve me α smαll‚ kind smile αnd sαt bαck down. “I’m Mrs. Αmαndα. I’m the mαtron from the St. Gertrude’s Orphαnαge. Thαnk you for coming. Pleαse sit.”

Risa a little fiercely "Oh that ma'am .. I can explain this" "I really do not believe that my students and the younger siblings of my old friend can turn out this bad, besides you who are naughty at school it turns out that you are also a man who is no different from those who like to go to this despicable place?!" Mrs. Risa said with full affirmation

Although, at last I managed to mumble a retarded sound and nodded my head in the affirmative several times. “Wonderful,” the lady smiled, walking toward me and here I saw those heavenly tits begin to bounce and jiggle with each motion and every step she took. “My name is Debby Lancey, but to you Mr it's Ms. Debby to you is that clear"She says sternly.

Amanda's favorite. My hands reach for the envelope as millions of thoughts cross my mind, each one always crazier than the last. Could it be-? What if-? Is it possible that-? My heartbeat becomes louder and my breathing becomes heavy as my fingers begin to open the letter inside. I quickly scan inside the diner for any familiar faces before I unfold the last part. My eyes begin to water as soon as I recognize the handwriting. My eyes go straight to the bottom of the letter to confirm my thoughts, before breaking down to tears. "Sincerely, Amanda"

MARRIED TO MR RIGHT (MMR) * * * #19 "I believe you owe me a kiss now" he says while I stood there like a statue staring at him in disbelief as he started laughing hysterically. "A... a kiss?" I stuttered causing him to laugh really hard. is the kiss really that funny? he cleared his throat "don't worry you can do it. it's just a harmless kiss and we've kissed on countless occasions before right?" he asked but I didn't respond. just then he leaned forward "are you scared Ciara?"

The gentleman asked. "If S stands for Scum. Yeah, this is Margaux d' Scum. But I'm not a Mrs. You're knocking on the wrong door, sir. Excuse me." She didn't wait for the old man to finish talking and slam the door. She was about to walk back to the bed when the soft knocks resumed. Rolling her eyes, she pulled it open again. "Sir, as I said, you are knocking at the wrong door—"