Don't Mess With Mrs. Jefferson Novels & Stories

"It was all my fault! I must've lost my mind! I never should have provoked you! Please have some mercy and ask Leonardo to spare my family! I'll even lick your shoes if you want!" She began to lower her head as she spoke. I set down my coffee cup with deliberate slowness, cutting off her movement. Then, I looked down at the woman groveling at my feet with eyes utterly devoid of emotion. "It's already too late," I said softly. But the words landed like a final verdict, shattering every last shred of hope Vittoria had left. She jerked her head up, her gaze wild with disbelief and a final flicker of madness.

Adelynn was frozen to the spot. At this point, she wanted the ground to open up and swallow her. She couldn't stand the intensity of hatred and malice in Mrs Jefferson's eyes. This woman used to be so kind to her. They would go shopping together, attend social events and even go to beauty spas together. Obviously, Mrs Jefferson did not take the news of her refusal to Jensen's proposal well. There was no way she could explain the truth surrounding her refusal and she knew that she probably deserved the hatred she was receiving now. If only she could turn back the hands of the clock.

I didn’t informed everyone if where I moved. And the word of mouth, I wonder. I’m not even famous here. “White Knights” I just answered, I’m already counted because of his many questions. I’m getting impatient. “Ma’am Maritess! Reserve us food!” He just stopped asking when a loud voice shouted. “Shut up! Isn’t it time for your class? Why are you here” Ate Maritess said. Maritess look jolly and looks like she’s friends will all of her costumers.

I am scared And Matt. I think he might throw a chair or two...I am nervous. “Here you go, you only serve tequilas and JD; the rest they need, they came for at the bar. As with a stripper, there is no-touching.” “Mike! I am not astripper!” “Sorry bad comparison.” “Do not spend more than ten minutes at a table.” “Now of you go!” “But I don't know what to do.” “Joanne here will show you the ropes.”

Jake's POV ★FLASHBACK★ “What’s going on here?” Mrs. Marino asked, walking into my office unnoticed. I quickly picked up the file from the ground, took my seat, and pretended to go through it, while Jeff just stared at me in disbelief. “Good day, ma’am,” Jeff said, realizing too late how he addressed my mom. “Ma’am? No... no, it’s mom,” Mrs. Marino stressed, correcting him. “Back to business, I came here to make sure you attend your blind dates, and mind you, number seven and nine are out of this country. Jeff, get the private jet ready,” my mom announced, strutting around my office.

I retrieved the files from his hands gracefully, though I was dreading taking the time out to do so. He smiled at me almost apologetically, "I would be lost without you Callie! Really, you're a life saver. Please see that they go directly to Mr. Monroe himself, nobody else. Not a receptionist, nobody else." Mitchell repeated his instructions every time he caught my attention up until my lunch hour, which would now consist of a bagel and coffee from the local coffee shop.

She could only trust herself to get out of his clutch as her screams were futile, knowing the family had left for an event and the servants in the house were as good as mute when it came to standing for her. She continued to resist for a few unsuccessful seconds before she summoned every ounce of her remaining strength and went still. Adam paused his acts, frowning. "Playing dead?" He sneered, slapping her across the face twice. When she didn't react, he smirked, "Nice try, little muse. Do you take me as a fool?" He slid his free hand lower down her body until it was over her covered womanhood. He caressed the place over her jeans, but she didn't react.

"It seems my Luna is still unclear about my feelings for her. Well, then let's go to the Moon Goddess' altar and carry out the bonding ceremony again. This time, I want the entire Werewolf Union to know you're my Luna." In a panic, I struggled to break free. "Wait! I was just joking!" "It's too late." He snickered as he walked out. "I've already had Frank prepare everything needed for the ceremony." "Ethan! Put me down!" "No, not now, not forever."

Tugging at her hair, she screamed hysterically, "She should've died! Everything she had should've been mine! Simon should've been mine! "Once she's dead, I can finally become his mate." Mom stumbled back, dazed. "She's gone mad…" she murmured. "Zora, my poor daughter… I'm so sorry!" Her eyes rolled back, and then she collapsed. Dad silently caught Mom in his arms. His presence grew imposing as he glowered at Laila and snarled, "From now on, Zora is my only daughter. As for you, you're disowned. Someone like you doesn't deserve to be my daughter!"

" The maid bobbed her head and rushed to the cellar. The heavy door groaned open— And a scream tore through the silence. "Don! Something's wrong!! Mrs. Corleone... she's dead! And there's a dead baby beside her!"