Henrietta Biggle Novels & Stories

As such, they didn't believe in Belle's words. One of the receptionists was called Henrietta Adler. She was pretty but a spiteful person. Being a native of Maltford, Henrietta held a sense of superiority. Among the front desk staff, she was known for causing office politics. She was also a snob who loved to scrutinize people. Henrietta asked, "Miss, may I ask which department you're from?" Belle was caught off guard by the question. Grayson didn't tell her the specific department yesterday. "I'm not sure which department. I will only know when I get inside."

Regina beamed at Henrietta on my left. Mrs. Helena and Mr. Fauler chucked delightfully at her remarks. It's not that there's something funny in her words at all... "Thanks, Regina." Henrietta replied timidly to her. Mrs. Helena scoffed. "Look at this debutant. Loosen up, sweetheart. You're not carrying the whole continent of Antarctica for you to act so icy like that." She exasperatedly said to her daughter before drinking her wine. Henrietta looked down on her plate, i noticed how her fingers on the fork tightened. I sighed inaudibly.

She says as I slump my shoulders, knowing that I wouldn’t be able to convince them otherwise. --- As I step inside the grand hotel, I am taken aback. It looked like a queen was getting married. Well, have you seen Eleanor? She is a goddamn queen. But I didn’t think Hank could afford such a grand money, I am guessing she is rich. I look down at my sundress which looked very simple compared to the people surrounding me. I thought the dinner and celebration was at 8 pm. “Oh my god, Emily, you are here.” I see this beautiful, tall woman gracefully walking towards me with her tight red dress.

responded the lady. "hello. I'm Angela smith. nice to meet you?" started I. "oh God. daddy." responded she. "just let her in honey. you don't want Beth to find her standing at the door." "sure... sorry miss smith. my name is um... Jennifer miller. please come in."

“Famed international supermodel Henrietta Ferguson has officially signed a multi-million-dollar global endorsement deal with a prominent luxury house in North America. Sources confirm she boarded a private red-eye flight out of California late last night, leaving behind lingering speculation regarding her sudden, brief appearance in the city yesterday...” My head whipped around toward the screen. Footage of Henrietta walking through an airport terminal flashed across the display,cool, poised, untouchable, flying away to another country like she hadn't just blown up our lives twenty-four hours prior. Slowly, I turned my gaze toward my father.

I don’t want more Dylan Watkins to walk into our life and snatch Jamie from me. “By the way.” After making fun of my hickeys, Mila turns her head and looks around the office, she then turns back to Jamie. In a curious voice, she asks, “Where’s Henrietta? Why didn’t I see her here? It is rare to not see her around, because she is never absent. Did something happen to her?” Just then, I see Jamie raising the corner of her lips as she gives me a naughty glare. She then mentions to Mila, “Chandelier backed out.”

Henrietta shutters in tears which cascade down her face. "Guards!" Mr. Reagan yelled and immediately some men rushed into the room. "Yes, boss!" The huge and mighty-looking men bowed at Mr. Reagan. "Untie her and bring her out!" Mr. Reagan ordered. "Yes, boss!" The men replied at once, and they ventured towards the bed. "Let go of me!" Henrietta was yelling and crying at the same time as she was being taken by the men. "Are you gonna give her back to Hidalgo?" Mrs. Gina asked after she have recovered from the shock.