Florence Pew Novels & Stories

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.

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.

"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.

Of course I wanted his number then I replied, "What is your name?" I sat my phone down so I could dry off and get dressed. Then like clock work another ping from I*******m. He asked, "What is your name beautiful?" I began to blush then replied. "My name is Elisabeth Rose Freeman ,but everyone calls me Beth", I messaged back. He then replied, "Vladius Lee Sinclair, nice to meet you Beth". I then in return sent my number to him. I finished getting ready for the day. I was planning on cleaning up my dorm room.

Emily Warner I came home after two hour chat with Mary. I felt like I finally met someone who understands me and doesn’t look at me with pity in her eyes, she knows exactly what I am talking about and where I am coming from. She made me jot down points on a notepad because I would for sure forget them, I was surprised at how predictable I am. I kept telling her that Lucas would never get jealous and he would see through my tactics. But she laughed at me and said that I don’t know how men work.