Dear Mrs Novels & Stories

“To Seraphine.” Her hands shook. Dad… She slid her finger under the flap, ready to open it— “Seraphine?” her mom’s voice came from the doorway. Seraphine jumped, quickly shoving the envelope into her pocket. “Uh—yeah?” “That was Mrs. Robert on the phone,” Emilia said, stepping in. “She said her husband sent fresh vegetables and eggs from their farm. She wants to share some with us.” “Oh,” Seraphine said fast, trying to act normal. “That’s… nice of her. What should we cook?”

“Hardly. Just a mother who knows what it is like to lose and love at the same time.” “…Can I come see you again? Maybe… for tea?” “I would like that very much.” “Thank you, Mrs. Romano.” “For what?” “For seeing me.” “I told you, roses are honest. And today, you looked like one.”

"This was sent by Mrs... Ms. Shelia." "Sir, over the years, I’ve seen all the good things Madam did for you. Are you really not moved by any of it? When you weren’t home, no one treated her kindly, but she never once complained to you. She kept all her frustrations to herself just so she wouldn’t affect you," the housekeeper said with a troubled expression.

"Ms. Sarah! How are you, ma'am?" Ms. Sarah reciprocated the warmth, her hand gently patting Lisa's head in a maternal gesture. "Oh, my dear, I am good... Bless you, my dear," she replied, appreciating Lisa's presence and conveying her well wishes through both words and tender touch. Lisa felt a surge of gratitude for the genuine concern and support she received, cherishing the bond they shared.

“Hello? You've reached David Parker, do well to drop a message after the ring.” My heart ticked heavily in my chest. Heart issues. I rubbed a hand over my chest to soothe the pain clawing at my heart but that didn't help. Seeing my two year old pull at the seams of my dress with teary eyes was equally devastating. For months, I reminded him of it. I couldn't believe he still forgot. Tapping on the end call button, I bent over to my daughter's level. “Don't worry, Chloe. I'm here and your birthday will still be a blast even if daddy is busy.”

“Don't.” “Mr. Wayne.” Prof. Dean cleared his throat, eyes fixed on Killan and I. “I need your attention, please.” Did he just refer to me as Mr. Wayne? He ended his sentence with “please?” Prof. Dean didn't care about status, didn't care about his best or golden students. He referred to everyone equally, but the statement “please?” He never used it during a class. He believed he was above everyone, anything, and making use of the word “please” seemed like he was being desperate. I was completely stunned it'd slipped from his lips.

Insane. For some reason, I kept my thoughts to myself and pulled myself off the floor. “Was there something you needed? Or perhaps, your boss who’s not a bad person at all?” She chuckled lightly. Was all this a game to her? “Mr Jackson is at his office currently.” “Already?”

was all she could say. Mrs Suzanne laughed, " I should thank you instead, for coming into my organization ", " You have no idea how grateful I am right now and words can't express my joy and gratitude ", she said crying, " It's okay Mrs Clarisse, well I'll take this as a 'Yes' from you", " Definitely ", " I'll be looking forward to your piece then; bye for now," she said and hung up.

He was tall, with tan skin, beautiful caramel brown eyes, and muscles that you would want to run your hands over. Hello, I say, I’m Madison Wong, and I’m here to start my first day of work. Ah yes, Mrs. Wong, we have been expecting you, said the secretary at the desk. It is Ms. Wong now I am divorced, oh my apologies she said. That’s okay, so when can I get started on the paperwork?

She obliged with that smile widely spread across her lips. "once more I want to say a very big thank you for everything you have been doing for my family. The moment I received your message, I hurriedly came over to help you. You're my benefactor, that's the least I could do to show my appreciation." Feigning a small smile, my lip curved slightly but it didn't reach my eyes. "I am glad you came, Ma'am." "Oh please address me as Mrs. Andrea. Ma'am makes me feel too old and it would be quite burdening to see my benefactor calling me that."