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.

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.

Mayers was less than impressed, to say the least when she found out that Jackie had actual assault charges against her. "Oh Melany, you are probably the only true friend my Jaqueline has." Her words ring in my ear as I remember the faithful day, Jackie and Henrietta Jones got into a brawl. Henrietta Jones is basically, a female dog, for lack of a better word. Since the day I got here, she's been like a thick in my butt. Her parents are Cornelius and Barbara Jones. They are both congressmen in the White House and are strict, to say the least. She also has an elder brother, Oliver Jones.

Marcus smiled and focused back on his drink. "I will go bring my stuff," I stormed out of the kitchen before he could say anything else. When I reached my car, I pulled out my phone and dialled Michelle's number. She was a manager at ' Promesa'. " Hello?" Michelle answered the phone. Of course, she did not check the caller's ID. " Michelle, it is Danielle," I introduced myself, aware that it would make her focus. She was an absolute workaholic, always glued to her laptop, making sure everything was perfect.

She sat in the empty chair clearly saved for her. She looked at Killian first. He met her eyes, expression unreadable. Then Michelle turned and looked straight at the observation glass. Straight at me. She could not see through the darkness, but she knew exactly where I was. She held the spot for two long, deliberate seconds before turning back to the table. “I apologize for interrupting,” Michelle said. Her voice was warm, measured, and completely controlled. “But I think what I have to say is relevant to this discussion.” She looked at every council member one by one, then at Killian. “I’m pregnant.”

Michelle's POV I had lived behind the streets of the family's gold-encrusted life, an unobtrusive witness to greed and the power struggle. My name is Michelle Carter, and after having been directly employed by Zack Lawson…period that has given me more scars than memories of love. I would never have suspected that fate would lead me before Jane Harrison, my life destroyed by the very same black lies I had been seeking to flee from for all these years.

Lucille rushed through her tasks like her life depended on it. The office buzzed with tension and whispers. "He’s here. The CEO’s in the building." "Isn’t he that politician? What’s his name, Mitch Jones?" "Yeah, Mitch Jones. Heard he's the High Councilor. Big shot." Lucille paused, her fingers hovering over her keyboard. Mitch Jones. Her breath caught. Memories rushed back like a crashing wave. She remembered the courtroom. The judgment seat. The harsh voices screaming for punishment.

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.

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.