Dear Mrs Novels & Stories

Lovingly Yours, Friend

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."

Sincerely, M

*** “Dear Don, I wished you’d buy another blanket with all the money you spend on expensive gifts so that you would stop snatching mine. Your lovingly annoyed wife, Aquamarine.” -The End-

Thank you so much for your cooperation. Sincerely, Senyorita Anji

Maverick squinted at the moon, his brows somewhat furrowed in a frown. His friend, Lucas, walked idly behind, contemplating. "Are you still mad at me about Lily?" The Alpha continued to walk, ignoring Lucas's question while glimpses of his beloved invaded his mind. He tuned out Lucas, savouring every piece of her in his memory. Her vibrant laughter rang softly in his ears, sending an arrow straight to his heart. 'Goddess! How I miss—'

I KNOCK on room 205 in the cardiology unit. “Come in,” a feeble voice calls. I open the door and find a little old lady sitting up in her bed. I clutch tightly to her chart, which I’ve gone over three times already. “Mrs. Carr, I will be your doctor today.” She smiles at me and nods. “Am I all clear to go home?” Her voice is so hopeful it makes my heart ache. I shake my head and move closer to the bed. “I’m afraid not.” I set the chart down at the end of her bed. “Mrs. Carr, we’ve found the cause of the heart-attack.”