Manners Novels & Stories

Oliver was wearing the required black coat with a black low-cut vest, shawl lapels as per the latest fashion. "I'll call Della." Jenny joked. "Jen, don't." He said. "I'm only messing with you. Don't worry. But you're handsome. " she teased. An hour later music sounded from the ballroom and the manor was buzzing with excitement and talks. Women were dressed in any possible combination of colors - as long as it was considered appropriate by the advised norm. Some men had decided to strictly follow the black and white recommendation of attire, others were wearing their royal military uniforms, adjourned with golden medals.

are only for non-Russians here. _ The WOMAN was worried and said to Bonnie "The T.V. is broken, it hasn't been working for 6 years. It plays, but it's super loud, it's stuck on 100. We can't use it, because of that, I kept the cords to plug it in the shelf." _ DONALD yelled "Bonnie, no T.V.! It's too loud and will attract monsters like the ones that killed mommy! Remember?!" _ The Woman yelled back at Donald to "Shut up, you'll attract officials." Since loud sounds would attract them more easily.

[Annie, sorry to bug you again! I bought a box of cherries. Can I leave it with you for a bit?] [Annie, my mom sent some Milano cookies. They're super fragile. Can you set them aside for me? Thanks!] My phone wouldn't stop buzzing. Every message in the pickup station group chat was asking me to hold somebody's package. I logged the new deliveries while replying with quick "Got it" messages. Then Mrs. Warner from Unit 401 sent a voice message, sounding genuinely grateful.

"Assuming my friends walks in, you expect me to introduce you to them as my fiancee as you're dressed" "How dare you talk to me this this way, don't you know people are watching" she was furious "Ohhhh, are they?" "So you really think it's cool to talk disrespect me in front of other people, but I can't do the same to you?" She moved closer and grabbed his shirt. "What sort of a man are you, you can't even respect your woman" Marcus just stared down at her, he felt there was no need to struggle with her. August walked in right on time, seeing the scene before him he rushed over.

Therefore, she politely smiled and said, "I'm sorry, but I'm not from Musbane. I don't understand what you said." Upon hearing Millie's language, the man paused and said in Encerian, "You're beautiful." "Thank you," she replied politely. After having a drink with Millie, the man left. However, shortly after he left, someone else approached her again. Millie felt slightly annoyed. "Hi, I couldn't help but notice your presence from the moment you arrived. You're stunning. You're exactly my type." Musbanians were known for being simple and direct. Millie thanked him for his compliment.

Issa jogged beside me with her little arms bent elegantly, like she had once seen a workout influencer video and concluded that exercise required attitude. “Mommy,” she said, her breathing still steady because she was posing more than running. “If Handsome Uncle sees us, should I wave normally or princess wave?” “Normally.” “What is normally?” “Lift your hand. Put your hand down.” Max looked back from ahead. “I want to ask him how many cars he has.” “You are not asking an adult how many cars he has.” “Why?” “Because we have manners.” Issa snorted. “Mommy said rich people like talking about themselves.”

And I can't tell why but there is something about her that bothers me. "Listen, dear, what I was trying to say is that men are afraid women will laugh at them, and women are afraid that men will kill them. That's just how it is, so don't make them think that you are laughing at them, it's for your own sake, my dear," she explains herself, then I chuckle. Does she even listen to herself? "Or he will kill me?" "AMBER!!!" Madam Anne snaps, "Watch your mouth! Don’t you see that Hanna was just trying to save you?! We all are!”

I replied and then, I mentally face palmed myself. I shouldn’t have opened my big mouth and that too in front of a successful business man. This job is gone for sure! I thought and started scolding myself. “You know what, Ms.Mehta?” he asked with normal expression. “Yes, sir?” I asked him gulping. “You are right! And let me tell you what you should be from tomorrow onwards.” He replied. “I know, sir! I am sorry about that, and I will not talk like that again.” I started babbling and then I repeated his words in my mind.

he said, as though they were already old friends. Manor, the youngest of the group, but no less intimidating, stepped forward with a calm and measured stride. His blond hair was light, almost white, and his piercing blue eyes never left hers. “Respect,” he murmured, his voice quiet but carrying a weight that made the room fall silent for a moment. There was a calm intensity about him, as if he didn’t need to speak louder to be heard.

The audacity of this man to walk into this office after everything he had done! “Barbara!” my voice thundered through the intercom. Someone is going to get fired today. Daniel leaned against the doorframe, hands in his pockets, amusement dancing in his eyes. “Tense today, aren’t we? You really should try yoga, cousin. I hear it works wonders.”