Me And Mrs Jones Book Novels & Stories

How could I be his first love? I watched as Mrs. Jones stood up quietly, walked over to the shelf at the corner of the room. Her fingers trailed lightly across the row of neatly arranged files like she knew exactly what she was looking for. She didn’t rush. She moved with purpose, like this was something she’d been waiting to do. After a few seconds, she pulled one of the files out , thick, slightly worn at the edges. She came back to where I sat and opened it carefully, like it held something delicate inside. Then she slid a single photograph out and placed it on the table in front of me.

"You worth the wait, princess. I Love You, now and forever Mrs. Jones, my everything" ---- The End!!! There's one more chapter left for the Epilogue for the Jones Family. Thank you, everyone, for supporting my first book. I appreciate all your time given to reading my story. Please continue supporting it by hitting the likes and leaving a comment. Happy reading everyone. Stay Safe. Love Lots. Mystery07

Seeing Shawn start to call the police, Mr. Jones was furious. "You dare!" Mr. Jones snarled and glared menacingly at Mrs. Jones, threatening, "Wait for me; I'll deal with you sooner or later!" Turning around, he looked at the table of good food, swiping it all off with a wave of his hand. Bowls and plates clattered to the floor. Satisfied, Mr. Jones left the house. The iron gate closed, and Mrs. Jones' body went limp. She trembled uncontrollably due to fear, unable to speak.

That was also the reason he never remarried, even though it had been so many since Nolan’s mother had passed. Maisie was touched. People loved happy endings, so no one would want to see love stories cut short due to death. ‘But, do happy endings really exist? We just have to appreciate people while they are still around.’ After breakfast, Maisie and Cherie bumped into Mr. Jones on the way back to the suite. Jones looked a little over 30, with thick brows, a high nose bridge, and deep-set eyes, the epitome of a beautiful man. He was dressed casually, with his gloves on, and seemed to be going out.

I could feel something slush in my belly, and I couldn't quite place it, but I smiled. *.*.*.*.*.*.*.*. Mr Jones had retreated to the hotel he had arranged for his stay. He knew for a fact Ella would have pleaded for him to stay since he was leaving the day after, but he needed no hindrance to his work. As soon as he closed the door to his room, he felt himself getting pushed onto the bed. A nude lady was sitting on him, aiming a gun at his face. “Now, tell me what you found.”

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Eloise’s head snapped up upon hearing the beeping sound of the opening of door. “ Was he out?” She asked, sitting up. She'd been thinking Antonio was home but… “ Mrs. Jones,” she called with a lightened voice as she watched Mrs. Jones entered the sitting room. ‘ Guess I'm right that he's home,’ she said in her mind. Mrs. Jone took more steps closer with smiles, along with three other maids standing behind her, all keeping their gaze low and they all bowed in respect to her.

I followed his movement slowly, my legs weak. Then he looked straight at me. His eyes were dark and sharp, yet strangely calm. “From today,” he said firmly, “you are now Mrs Jones.” The words hit me hard. Mrs Jones. Not Judy Hale. Not Clark’s Judy. Mrs Jones. I felt strange. Like I was standing outside my own body, watching someone else’s life. I nodded slowly, unable to speak. My throat felt tight. “Good,” he continued. “We will register the marriage today.”

I smiled at her. Mrs. Jones parked the car in front of our porch and came out, walking towards us. She knocked, and we welcomed her in. "Good morning Mrs. Jones." I greeted her as she came in. "Good morning, dear. How was your night?" "Good. Yours?" "I highly doubt if I slept at all." She muttered and gave a mirthless laugh. My mom and I exchanged glances. Sobering up, she stared keenly at me. "You ready?"

They lost all of their saving and now they can't do anything other than pour their anger on the company owner. Mr. Henry Jones. The chairman of Jones & Jones pharmaceutical company. This company was in the top fifty pharmaceutical companies in the world but now it is nothing. Mr. Henry Jones is nowhere to be found. No one knew but he ran away from the back door of the company last night only. He has left the country leaving his family behind. He has two children that the whole world knew about... Jack Jones and Julie Jones. Twins! Both are at the age of eighteen and studying Pharmacy and business but have no idea what is going on in their father's company and the same is their mother...

My plan was to explore the house and find out every single possible escape route, while planning my escape. Why the hell does Mr. Dark and Dangerous have to be Mr. Smarty Pants as well? He leaves without a word, closing the door gently behind him. Twenty minutes later, the guard comes in with an electronic Kindle, drops it on the bed and leaves without uttering a single word. Strange. Glad to finally be able to do something, I pick up the Kindle and open up the first book. It's about a knight who eventually falls in love with a common girl. Classic.