Manners Novels & Stories

Sandra said as she turned the corner of the room. “I wouldn’t say that,” Amanda said in an amused whisper, causing Sandra to frown at the woman beside her. “There aren’t many women in Yorkshire who haven’t tried to snag Creighton Ashford at one time or another.” Sandra frowned as she turned her attention back to the woman in question. Much to her dismay, Martha Manning was quite lovely. She looked to be in her late twenties with bright blue eyes and long blonde hair that had been pulled back into a ponytail. She was relatively thin with average size breasts and long legs. She wore a pale green blouse and dark blue dress pants that accented her tiny bottom. Sandra compared her to her own grow

“Service like this could make a place much more… interesting. Pretty waitress.” That was it. That word. Pretty. Maria’s expression hardened instantly. She stepped back and removed his hand. “Sir,” she said sharply, “keep your hands to yourself.” Several nearby tables fell silent. The man smirked. “Oh relax. I was being friendly.” “Then learn some better manners.” Before the situation could escalate further, Aunt May appeared beside them. Her expression was calm but firm. “Is there a problem?” The man leaned back in his chair. “Your waitress seems a little sensitive.”

Maybe a smoke would get rid of the damn stiffness I felt. “Don’t even think about it, Serrano,” Acker Madden, the famed fucking Madman of the United Kingdom, Europe and the most of Asia, warned in his British burr. He was also the only thing standing in my way. “It was just a thought,” I kept my tone light and innocent. “Just reminding you,” he replied. “You act like you’re above the rules, after all. You’re practically royalty in our circles.” My ire was ignited and I barely kept my hands in my pockets.

Are you not looking for me to satisfy you? Seeing their daughter promoting herself with great efforts, Mr. and Mrs. Mann also faked a smile while looking at Master Ryan. Mrs. Mann even spared no effort and said, “Master Ryan, you see, we... both of us, send… send both our daughters… to you, for your enjoyment. Such a blessing… you have. However, Ruth, that child… she has been a servant since young, how can she be like Mindy who has delicate skin, tender flesh, and aromatic?”

Monica scolded. Henry's lips curled elegantly, politely saying, "Manners vary from person to person. Yes, you're right. I've always kept that kind of thing at home!" "Kept at home?" Monica still didn't understand what he meant. Henry explained graciously, "This old lady, you're really dense. Manners are precious, naturally locked in a safe when not in use." Old lady?

They said I did not understand the rules of the upper class, so I was carefree and caused trouble everywhere. If I were destined not to receive love, at least I wanted to protect myself. This went on until I met Cameron Payne. Cameron was the Don of the Payne family. He controlled an underground trading network spanning several countries, with ruthless tactics and never showing mercy. No one dared to provoke him or get close to him. When Winona led people to bully me, the same man declared his love for me to everyone at a banquet. "Anyone who bullies Hazel Sweeney again, I'll break their neck!"

Charlotte is the chairman of my class and let me tell you, if any boys try to get into her pants, she will make sure that she leaves the guy with a broken nose and a broken dick. Kayden and Jayden are fraternal twins. Despite being twins, they're very different in some ways; especially when it comes to the type of girls they like. Kayden likes girls who would only be willing for one-night stands but Jayden like girls who can commit to a relationship. But both brothers communicate well with each other, so I guess it is really the twin's thing?

Rupert was busy making small talk, and Mavis spotted me first. Her face fell, and then she plastered on a smug grin. "How dare you show up, bitch? What? Are you here to demand a title? Don't forget, we already went public with our marriage." I felt sorry for her foolishness. Seriously, why would I be here asking for a title at this point? "Oh, really? Would you believe me if I said I came to offer my blessings?" I taunted. Mavis frowned, looking worried, and warned, "Don't cause any trouble, or you'll regret it."

Minus mocked. “I’m good, thanks,” I shot back through clenched teeth. “Alright, Minus, you don’t have to be an asshole, she didn’t ask you to be here, I did,” Uncle Cutter said. “And why exactly is that, Cutter?” Minus snapped. “Hey, shithead! I may be high, but that don’t make me some peace-lovin’ hippie. You’d better stow that fucking attitude before I start rethinking you coming back here.”

The space of two people carrying things they cannot put down and cannot let the other see. At one point he reached across the seat and, without looking at me, adjusted my coat collar where it had turned up at the back. Just that. One small correction. He took his hand back. We didn't speak. The mansion was lit the way it was always lit when Alvin wanted it to mean something. Ground lights on the driveway. The fountain blue. Every window burning. The server at the door who took my coat with the deference of a man who has been told who is important tonight.