Florence Pew Novels & Stories

Introduction: Change is inevitable, yet we all resist it as much as possible. Maybe it’s fear of the unknown. Maybe it’s unclear because of what we own But a break from behaviors is the issue. She wasn’t fascinated by the letter, She had nothing much holding her back, She just was not a starting afresh kinda person. Only time would tell. ******** Florence Haga was a thirty-five-year doctor in the city’s level five hospital and a surgeon, to be specific. She had risen through the ranks to an assistant surgeon and commanded respect from her superiors and mates.

Crawford caught the woman when she was drinking water as soon as she reached Harper mansion. "Crawford! Jesus! What are you doing here?" she clutched her chest and took a deep breath. "You were supposed to inform me, don't you think?" he asked with a suspicious look on his face and she clicked her tongue to answer, "Why?" "It's not like that I have to report to you or something...plus I am on a secret mission…" she winked in his direction. "I am not Willow or Griffin or Hart...or Boone. I am Florence...and I don't listen to anyone except our Lord…"

Florence continued, "What can I say? It's hard not to be captivated by his charms, even though deep down, he doesn't make much effort to charm us. His intelligence, wit, and engaging conversations are enough to leave an impression." "I was twelve, young and foolish," Florence shrugged, attempting to justify her past infatuation with Caden. "But I'm glad you're part of PHC now." She embraced Ruby in a tight bear hug, momentarily catching her off guard. After a brief moment of surprise, Ruby reciprocated the hug. Curiosity piqued, Ruby questioned, "What's PHC?" Florence pulled back, a wide smile stretching across her face, reaching from ear to ear. "Paige Haters Club," she announced proudly.

Felix stuttered as he watched Ruth gracefully gather the skirts of her wedding gown and exited via a small door behind the pulpit. He couldn't believe his eyes. Wren turned back to him, and now she smiled. It was not a kind smile. It was the smile of a checkmate. “You wanted Florence Ellington. Well, here she is. Alive and well.” She took a small step closer and locked eyes with Felix. “I’m Jonathan Ellington’s first daughter. Florence. Or, as you’ve known me for all these years… Wren.” There was a huge, unified gasp in the congregation, and Felix’s jaw fell open. The microphone in his hand slipped to the ground and he felt his knees buckle.

The cemetery stretched before us, a quiet expanse of ancient oaks and weathered stones, where Florence Goodwin, the fierce matriarch who had loved and protected us until her final breath, would be laid to rest. My hand rested in Elliot’s, his fingers cold but steady, a silent tether to the grief we shared. Florence’s sacrifice—her warning about Jennifer’s deadly intent—had saved us, but it cost her life, and the weight of that truth pressed heavy on my heart as we gathered to say goodbye.

“But I’m not sure if it’s help.” “Then why are you telling me?” “Because it has something to do with you?” Leonica cocked her head before Florence continued, “That half sister of yours, Irene was her name?” “What about her?” Leonica felt her confusion rising up. “I saw her stepping out of his office that very same day. But like I said, I’m sure not if it’d help.” She said, rushing off when Pastor Goodman walked out to beckon her inside, apparently Florence was part of the churches choir.

Work was more hectic than usual and Carmen came down with a stomach flu overnight, so I had to ask my Mom to take care of Penelope again while I was overseeing the anniversary party at work. My mom didn't mind watching her, she never does. But she takes care of Penelope while I work 5 days a week, so I'd rather not over burden her if I don't have too. She has a life of her own! The floors of The Ritz ballroom were sparkling after the third coat of wax. The table arrangements were of white lilies in tall crystal vases placed in the centre of each table and the draping of gold curtains from the ceiling made the room look elegant.

Florence’s sole contribution was her presence as his trophy wife. Florence and Heath walked arm-in-arm through the reception, graciously thanking the guests who had attended their wedding. The affluent individuals invited by Heath were impressed by his association with such a stunning and elegant younger woman who was 25 years his junior, further enhancing his reputation and social standing. Their presence at the wedding served as a testament to his growing influence within the elite circles of society.

Alex lit up and blew smoke from the corner of his mouth and Lazio zipped his jacket against the chill that was Florence(Italy) in mid January. “All I know about Florence is what Eloise told me, that she was her father's most trusted employee. She was the secretary. Worked with him and knows almost every single thing about the old man. She was like his daughter when Eloise was in the U.S. And sometimes she'd make meals for him and force him not to skip breakfast or his medication. .” I shrugged.

"Am I bothering you? I can come back later." Kate hastily shook her head. "No, no, sit with us." "Yes, I don't mind," Florence smiled. The three of them finally sat down together. "Do you remember me telling you about Florence?" Kate who was sitting next to Thea asked happily. Thea remembered Kate mentioning Florence several times in her letter. She is a nurse who is quite famous in building a nursing school despite opposition from many parties. She knew that Kate idolized Florence and was following in her footsteps as a nurse.