Michelle Jones Novels & Stories

"That's cool Jason. Michelle got a job with the state and she's resigning by the weekend." "Wow, that's perfect news. Congratulations to her." "Yeah it is, I'll be conducting an interview for the appointment of two new maids to replace her, I already sent the information to news stations." "Well, that's pretty cool. I wish you choose someone as worthy as Michelle." "I hope so. This morning, a certain Lilian recommended her friend Jasmine via email to the press. I got the mail this morning." I turned in her direction immediately feeling surprised. "Did you just say, Jasmine?" I asked trying to conceal my reaction.

That was bad. Michelle had an open-casket visitation; his wife’s face hadn’t been damaged much in the accident. She’d looked beautiful, everything considered. While her poor frame had been destroyed, her face was still exquisite. A slight bluish pallor of her skin remained, though, which they couldn’t cover entirely. The leukemia had done that. No autopsy had been performed, but her long and lanky runway model’s body was ruined, had to be reconfigured before being fitted for size to the rented casket. People used to remark often on how very tall she was: Richard stood almost 5’ foot 11”, but Michelle topped him coming in at over 6’ 2”. No wonder she’d won so many high school basketball troph

But before her hand could land, it was held in a firm grip. "So all this was your plan, right? To expose me in front of all the guests and turn me into a disgrace, right?" Lily asked. "I already told you that this child is not yours, why did you have to do this to me?" Lily said as she cried. Melissa and Marcela, who ascended the stairs, were shocked stiff. A maid woke them up and told them that Lily was having stomach cramps and was in so much pain that she was crying. They had immediately rushed downstairs without even changing their pajamas, they did not expect to come across something like that!

"You're a doctor aren't you? Do whatever you can. That's what we pay you for!" "That wasn't necessary. But in this case I'm helpless too" she packed her stuff and prepared to go. Blessing followed her outside. "Doctor, please help me with these. And please don't tell Austin or Kamala" she handed her the DNA strands of Janice, Austin and Jordan. Michelle nodded and patted her shoulder. Working for Austin and Kamala was exhausting. She had to always be prepared for anything. Sighing, she left the mansion. "Did you give her?" Nevena questioned when she saw Michelle leave Blessing.

But I was relatively calm because I knew that Jake was right behind me. “Danika Williams, you look like an angel, you have such a beautiful face and… a voluptuous body.” he whispered the last part but I heard it and I almost felt my ovaries climbing back in. When I saw him approaching me for a hug, I panicked. Oh fuck, what should I do? “Sir, you are not allowed to touch Ms. Williams. I am sorry.” Jake says to him, unapologetically and pulls a chair out for me before Richard Walts has a chance to do it.

I sat quietly in my office, my eyes fixed on the clock, it was almost five hours and we had heard nothing from any of my men. Adam walked in, and trailing behind her was Micheal. His face filled with anger, one that could consume everyone around him. “Micheal,” I smiled getting up from my seat. “It seems that you have gotten your answer.” “That crook,” he cussed, clenching his fist. “Joan really thinks that she can get away with everything she has done?” He muttered gulping down the bottle of water on my table. “I saved your life twice,” I smiled.

Michelle bit her lower lip “If it makes any difference, I have regretted it …. regretted everything … she was never the one at fault. It was always me…. My insecurities due to my schemes. I …. I .. know this does not offset what I did… but I am begging you.. please… please… let me go. I promise to stay away from Daniel and Emile from now on; I can promise you anything….. Please…. Please do not let the people here know of my past. I am begging you.” “Anything???” Adrian raised his eyebrows; Jnr’s plans would work brilliantly if Michelle was a willing player. It wouldn’t affect them much if she didn’t; they would just have to work a little harder. “Yes…. yes…. anything…” Michelle nodded eagerl

"I've just been so busy, Daisy. I didn't mean to neglect you-" I took her head, gripping it tightly. My eyes were glossy with unshed tears. "Then help me. Please. Let's find the person behind this. Together." Michelle hesitated. My lips parted, but nothing came out for a moment. Then she pulled her hand away gently. "I...I can't." "What?" "I mean, I can support you emotionally, sure." Michelle said, forcing a tight smile. "But actively? I've got a full plate right now with shoots and deadlines and-"

Derrick said, his tone teasing. "You pervert, get off my phone," she said, chuckling as she hung up. Michelle had plans of going to work today, only for her to be abducted at the front of her house. She was pretty sure they had gotten the wrong person because she was not some celebrity that had money, she just recently started working at the Moore corporation and that was the only good thing in her life at the moment. "Remove the blindfold," Jenna said to Jordan and he removed it, a gun in his hands just in case the girl tried to make any move.