Edna Funny Novels & Stories

I was his secretary, not his wife. I lowered my eyes and corrected myself. "Don Derocchi." He made a faint sound of acknowledgment and continued walking, as if I were just another subordinate. My phone lit up. It was a message from Leo on his children's smartwatch. "Mamma, will Papa come home to spend Christmas with me tonight?" I froze mid-step and glanced back without thinking. Not far away, Isabella said something that made Aido lean in closer, listening intently. A breeze drifted through the window, and he reached up instinctively to drape her shawl over her shoulders.

"If you have a problem with me, say it to my face. Don't play these games like some classless woman." I gave a self-deprecating smirk. "I've told you, I'm not playing games. I just..." Before I could finish, the study door was pushed open. Leo and Sofia stormed in, their small faces twisted in anger. "It's because Mother doesn't want to do any work, right?" Sofia's voice cut in. "We want Auntie Jessy to be our new mother! She plays all sorts of new and exciting games with us!" Leo chimed in loudly, "Auntie Jessy is prettier than you, smarter than you, and a million times better than you! She's the one who deserves Papa. She should be the real Donna!"

Kelvin hissed but Xena’s hand squeezed his once more. “Or what? You will jump out of your wheelchair and come for my head?” Edna chuckled and I could see the rage in Kelvin almost causing an explosion. “Edna please, let’s handle this maturely,” Xena warned, and Edna threw her back in laugh. She spread her hands on either side of her and stared at Xena; “That’s exactly what I am trying to do. I am here to offer you a chance to get back what you lost but he is acting like a piece of dirt!”

She throws her head back and holds her index finger over one of her nostrils as she laughs. Friends?! Like jolly buddies who can't live without each other? Edna doesn't have many friends, but she is not going to be friends with this little witch. If she has a gun, she won't hesitate to point it at her and pull the trigger. "Oh, Romona, me and you can never be friends. Not even if you are the last person in this world. " Edna spits at her face. Edna doesn't care that she looks so hurt right now. She gestures to the door again and watches her leave.

Edna said and cupped my face, wiping the tears from my eyes, “I am happy, I do not care about my condition, you shouldn’t feel sad for me.” I smiled and nodded at her, even though the pain in my heat still remains. “You shouldn’t be sad, it’s even better because Edie has to do all the work in the house, and he makes money for us too.” She laughed. “Naughty you!” Edie roughened her hair, “have you eaten? What will you both like to eat?” “Let’s just order fried chicken like mom does for us then.” Edna responded. “Are you okay with that, Olivia?”

“Hurry up. She has to be ready before the Don.” The cook, Martha, peeked in at one point. “Mrs. Mancini,” she said softly, “you look beautiful.” The stylist chimed in, “The Don made a splendid choice in his Donna.” The women chuckled together. I only rolled my eyes. Choice wasn’t the word. By the time everything was done, I could barely recognize the reflection staring back at me. I looked elegant, polished, untouchable. But inside, my chest was tight. “Nora, it’s time to go. The ride is here,” Luca called.

"Crazy bitch, still trying to fight back? You better lick my shoes clean right now. Otherwise, you're not leaving this room today." "You're the crazy one! I'm the Donna of the Rossi family. My husband Vincenzo is Don Rossi, and you're making me lick your shoes?" I thought they'd stop their nonsense once they heard my identity. Instead, they exchanged glances and burst into even wilder laughter. "You really won't give up, will you? You didn't even finish school, you show up at a bar dressed like a hooker, and you dare claim to be the Rossi family's Donna? Aren't you afraid the Don will come after you?"

My phone buzzed nonstop with Christmas greetings from friends and colleagues. Bruno excitedly called me, "Merry Christmas, Zack!" "Merry Christmas," I said as I packed up for Lemuria. "What's up?" Bruno could barely hold back his laughter. "Guess what? When Edna heard you're being transferred to Lemuria, she stormed into Orlando's office today and made a scene. She was rambling that you can't leave…" My hands paused on the suitcase zipper, and I suddenly laughed out loud. How had I never realized Edna was such an idiot? Did she think she owned the company?

She pampered herself well and looked much younger than her actual age—like she was in her 50s. She resembled Quirina as they both had pointed chins and high nose bridges, but Edna was even more beautiful than Quirina. She had large eyes, fair skin, and high cheekbones. She looked charming even with the wrinkles and sagging skin. Edna had a slim figure and was dressed in an emerald green sheath dress. She had a pair of emerald earrings, and her dyed-black hair was worn in an updo. The shop assistant had told Holly that Trevor was a musical enthusiast. Edna used to perform with the Jardington musical casts. They became acquainted with each other over a period of time.

She suddenly let out a scream like someone in pain, while Debby stared down at Edna in shock. Her acting skill has really developed, Debby thought to herself. Edna, who had rubbed the blood on her face fell to the ground and let out a painful and loud cry as though she had been assulted brutally by Debby.