Dear Mrs Novels & Stories

*** “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-

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.”

"But how could you ask your supervisor to publicly criticize me online? I've been swarmed with insults! You're so cruel!" "Zora, we're family. How could you do this to your sister?" Mom chimed in disapprovingly. Turning back to Laila, Mom patted her back gently and cooed, "Don't cry, sweetheart. You'll hurt yourself. I'll make your sister apologize to you!"

Roxane’s brows creased in annoyance. “You’re still young, and I’m not a ‘Miss’ anymore,” she answered, voice tired and serious. “I’m already a Mrs.” Charles paused for a moment, processing her words—then a sly smile spread across his face.

After the shower, she took out her dear diary and started writing on it as every day. "Dear diary, today's day was really really good. I enjoyed a lot today and all thanks to Mrs. merchant. She's really the most humble lady I've ever met. In spite of being rich and most respected lady in the country, she is so down to earth. She was tensed about the design today and I don't know why I felt really bad looking at her that way. Maybe because..... because I felt the warmth of a mother's love on the event day when she said, "You have got sprain my child"

"Gia, my dear," Mrs. Azzua began, her voice tender yet laden with regret. "I wish to express my deepest apologies for any distress or misunderstanding that my previous reservations might have caused you." Gia met Mrs. Azzua's gaze; her expression was one of openness and understanding. "Thank you for your honesty," Gia replied, her tone soft but assuring. "I've come to realize the depth of your love for Deep and the strength of your character," Mrs. Azzua continued, her words tinged with humility. "It was unfair of me to harbor doubts about your relationship."

Cheer up sweetie* Yours sincerely, Ms. Anonymous. Arsenio dropped the note on his desk as he wiped the tears pooling at his eyes. "Thank you, Ms. Anonymous." He whispered, smiling once more.

He forced a smile up his lips, caressing Yan’s palm gently. • *. *. * “Here we are” Mrs. Eva announced as they step into a boutique. Yan held her palm, nervously. “ Aunt, isn’t this too early?” She asked. “ Calm down Yan, it’s not as if you’re getting married tomorrow. I just want the both of to take some pre-wedding pictures” Mrs. Eva assured and Yan nodded. Just then a lady approached. “ Ma’am, here are the latest wedding gowns and evening dresses you’ve requested” The lady said.

"Dear wake up now come on! Please wake up! I know you were going to leave us any moment but not like this without saying goodbye. Please! Please! Wake up dear please." Mrs. Swift said and she sniffled quietly, tears threatening to spill from her eyes.

“𝗍᥆ძᥲᥡ, 𝗍һᥱᥡ sᥱᥱ 𝗍һᥱ 𝖿ᥙ𝗍ᥙrᥱ mrs. grᥱᥡ. mᥡ ⍴ᥲr𝗍ᥒᥱr, ⍴ᥱrs᥆ᥒᥲᥣᥣᥡ ᥲᥒძ ⍴r᥆𝖿ᥱssі᥆ᥒᥲᥣᥣᥡ.” ᥱmіᥣᥡ sᥕᥲᥣᥣ᥆ᥕᥱძ 𝗍һᥱ sһᥲr⍴ rᥱs⍴᥆ᥒsᥱ rіsіᥒg іᥒ һᥱr �