Henrietta Biggle Novels & Stories

she said eyeing him. I like forgetting the part that we are sex slaves .Mr B who I have never met is the owner of this building he claims is an orphanage so that he can avoid the government.Once in a year they come and we have to lie to them about our well being sometimes i just feel like screaming out everything to their face ,I know it isn't going to end well. "What up girl I heard Theressa has been bought."Kate said in a whisper . That's what happen here the girls are bought for sex service and sometimes they return them when they are tired of using them.Just like me the man that bought me was an old man me got tired of me fighting him so he returned me .

She came over to where I was sitting and sat at the edge of the bed, patiently waiting for my response. I sighed and stared hard at the ceiling before I closed my eyes. "Because..." "...I don't have dignity anymore." "I...don't have a face to show." * * * * "Whoooooooo!" Clap! Clap! Clap! "Yeah!" "You're beautiful, Magda!" People kept on shouting here and then in the entertainment club as I danced on the stage. My name in the club was Magda. I didn't use my real name here just to hide my identity even if my neighbors already knew what kind of woman I was.

It is understandable to cry when you're daughter is missing like you don't know if they are still alive or what. "If ever someone kidnapped Hilary, what is his or her motive?" I asked myself. It could be money, in telenovelas, kidnappers ask for ransom. Hilary is the only offspring of Helene Brooklyn, the owner of one of the famous and biggest shoes company. "Honey! Food is ready!" mom shouted while carrying a pot. I then sat at the dinner table and look at the food in front of me. My eyes sparkle as I see the 'Sinigang na Hipon'.

She needed a blood sample and the only way to get it was by using a raggedy knife. “Are you sure you can track the person who cursed me?” Henrietta looked up at me and smiled. “Of course I can. I do this all the time.” I knew it was Blake I just want confirmation. “How are you getting on with your Dad’s new wife?” Henrietta asked. I bit my bottom lip. I didn’t know how much I could trust her with my true opinion about Marcella. “Not good huh? That woman is… something.” Henrietta lit a white candle.

Alik agreed; he couldn't care less how Magdalena earned the money. Long before sunrise, Magdalena would get up with her daughter and go to work. She swept the stall, dusted the items, and waited for her first customers. The area didn't get much foot traffic, but she managed to make a few sales here and there. She kept her daughter with her all day, covered under a veil. Still, whenever a passerby caught a glimpse of the child, they would throw their hands up in shock and hurry away.

"You've certainly made a mess of things since yesterday, haven't you?" Henrietta Morningside was a woman who needed no introduction. She breezed into a room like sunshine through the gloom. Everyone in Eventide knew of her in some fashion or another, she liked to dote upon the lost and needy, and in a city like this, those types of people were never in shortage. Henrietta shuffled through the door with her cane, gaudy rings on gnarled fingers catching the light. "Sorry, I'm late! Now, come here, sweet girl! Hug your Nana!"

Henrietta said while using a white tissue to clean up her cutleries before using them. "Henrietta, where are you driving at? Miss Gaynell is family so who are you referring to" he rests his hands on the table. "Dad, she is not and besides she is only your mistress, not your wife and that makes her a non-member of this family" Henrietta take a bit of her piece of bread. "She works for me and I love her as well so you have to accord her some respect besides she is not your mate" Eddie Wayne squirted his eyes.

I turned to leave but his voice stopped in midstep. “Every staff member in this company sees me as their true leader and you? You’re just the nepo baby, the heiress, nothing special.” Slowly, I turned, a smile on my face, “If not for Maeve, you’d be sacked a long time ago.” I walked out, my chest heavy, all of a sudden I was tired I needed to retire home but my phone beeped, I reached out for it in my bag and I glanced at the screen. It was from Eddie, “Hi Millie, Wanna hang out?”

,she asked softly but she remained where she stood. Layla gasped loudly as her eyes met with the woman's. "Henrietta?",she whispered. It was Henrietta, the ancient witch with Riven. Where exactly was this realm? What time did Ren really bring them to? She knew this Henrietta was the same with the one with Riven, they had the same youthful beauty and elegance. But then, she could see the difference. Despite the aging spell witches used on themselves, they still aged slowly. This Henrietta looked younger than the one with Riven. But then what happened? Where was her husband?

They kept murmuring to each other, secretly looking at Henrietta. “I don't think so.” “Then, the rumors are not true?” “Mr Sullivan hasn't divorced his wife. Henrietta is the one trying to separate the couples using his son.” “Huh? That's awful. She's selfish.” One of the ladies surly winked at her. “Everyone knows that. I personally know Henrietta will go any length if she needs something. It's her personality. She's a parasite that can't survive on its own.” Maggie scowled.