Me & Mrs Jones Novels & Stories

“His old lady showed up about ten minutes ago. Says he was just a doc, nothing shady. But…” “There’s always a ‘but.’” Jones flicked his cigarette butt to the ground and walked over to the wife. She was a wreck—makeup streaked, snot running, the whole nine yards. Jones wasn’t in the mood to coddle her, but he knew better than to play it rough just yet. “Mrs. Smith,” he said, trying to soften his usual gravelly tone. “I’m Detective Jones. I know this is hard, but I need to ask you some things.”

“It’s a long story, but when you boil down to it, it’s just one long, unfortunate misunderstanding! If only Jeanette agreed to see me… I should be able to explain it to her.” “Well, go explain it to her, then! Why the long face?” Mimi shook her head. “I… I, uh, can’t bring myself to say it. Can you please help, Mrs. Horton? Just… help me out, please?” Jenny was delighted. “Oh, how hard could this be? Seriously, you youngsters just focus too much on your pride, you know? A meal should be good enough as a truce! This is not a problem at all!”

Was this guy crazy? Mrs. Jones came running through the door with blood dripping from her shoulder. The sudden stench of blood caused a thrilling pain in Siana’s head. That smell was somewhat familiar, a smell that had a bad back story, she couldn't remember. Mrs. Jones came sliding on her knew up to her reach. She gripped on to Siana’s cheek with her bloody hands painting her pale skin red.

If he did that to her, he'll do it to another woman and another and another, leaving all of them damaged physically, mentally and emotionally. "Anyways! Tell me about where you've been hiding this pinky ponky little nose?" she pinches my nose. "The worst happened!" I start. ^^^^^^^^ "This is a bad idea!" I grumble. Zara knocks on Mrs. Jones' door, holding my hand tightly because she knows I might run just any moment. Mrs. Jones opens the door. A smile breaks across her wrinkly face and I notice a tooth gap on her lower jaw. "Zara!" "Mrs. Jones."

This woman recited business terminology like a damn mantra, and my respect for her knew no bounds! “I heard you mentioning that you are expecting.” She inquired with a bit of glee and a sparkle in her eyes, “Yes, Mrs. James. Elizabeth and I are expecting our first child. I’d rather say, it is quite a ride. Something I never imagined.” I said smiling when her image flashed across my mind, “Oh, how sweet! I am delighted for you. I know how much you value this company and I was a witness to how you suffered from the idea of losing it. I am glad you found someone to share all of that with, and she turned out to be the CEO of CGC.”

"This isn't what I expected." "What were you expecting?" "I don't know.". A faint smile touched my lips. "Something that looked like it belonged in a magazine instead of a place someone actually lives, this place is different from your other penthouse” "I spend enough time in magazines." His answer earned another small smile from me. A middle-aged woman emerged from the hallway, dressed in a crisp black uniform. "Good morning, Mr. Jones." "Morning, Martha.". Her attention shifted toward me. "You must be Mrs…”

Jamaica said in annoyance before turning away from us. Aliyah just shook her head before returning to her work. I don't know why? But when he is here, he looks at us all as enemies. We just have the same job. There is nothing because we have the same salary. I let out a breath and then went straight to the stock room. "I can't believe it, hija! Mr. Oxford has such a kind heart!" Aunt Merna immediately told me when I got home. "God also heard our prayer!" Zellor was asleep when I got home so I had time to rest. Aunt told about their meeting and I was happy for them. They don't deserve to be kicked out of the place they came from.

"What happened at the Thorne Mansion — I mean, office today?" Jessica couldn't help but crack a small smile as she launched into the story of Evelyn Thorne's visit, her sharp observations, and the unsettling feeling of suspicion that had settled in the room after her phone call with Ann. “Nothing much. And yes — when you had called and asked if I found anything, his mother walked in on me…. I was stoned.” “Oh– shit!” Ann yelled with her palms raised to her open mouth in amazement. “I'm so sorry Jess — I didn't know.” Ann apologizes sincerely.

Night had fallen, and Christopher and I were curled up on the couch, savoring a rare moment of peace. The garden lights outside the floor-to-ceiling windows glowed softly while we chatted. The atmosphere was cozy and warm. Just then, the chime of the doorbell shattered the calm. Christopher frowned slightly, and our butler hurried off to answer the door. Moments later, he returned with a strange look on his face. "Mr. and Mrs. Hayes, there's a man at the gate named Benjamin Clarke. He insists on seeing Mrs. Hayes."

"My name is Elizabeth Jones. I believe you know who I am." At first, he was silent for a short moment. Then the character of his silence changed completely. "Mrs. Jones?" His voice went down to something more cautious and alert. "Yes. Yes, I know who you are." "That's good, " I said. "So, I won't bother you with introductions. Actually, we have something in common, Mr. Johnson. What we both want is the best for the people we love." "Of course, " he replied.