Michelle Jones Novels & Stories

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.

She grinned and all the anger in me evaporated. "Why the hell does her smile affects me" I thought frowning. "Good day sir" the ice cream vendor greeted me and I nodded "how much ice cream did she consumed" I asked and his next word shock to me, well not that I'm too shocked because I expected it after she ate five plates of pasta and three cans of Coca-Cola. I paid him and dragged away. MELISSA'S POV

Michelle said as she pressed her phone and put it on the table between them. Lucius and Layla were watching through the glass outside, Layla didn't think all of the stress was worth it, they just needed to let go of this and they could continue their separate lives. “Can we get to know you please?” he asked. “Okay my name is Jakes Brown, I work as a project supervisor in T.K,” Jakes said. “The same T.K we know right?” Dan asked. “Yes, the same T.K “ he replied. “You must be in money for you to be able to afford Myles here,” Michelle said.

Noticing that she might be Isabella’s wedding staff, Jack subtly poked Brianna’s hand, bringing her attention to the approaching figure. “Good morning,” the woman greeted them with a warm smile. “Are you, Mr. Burkley, and Ms. Jones?” she inquired, glancing between them. Jack replies with a smile, greeted with a nod, “Yes, that’s right,” he says, while Brianna just smiles, putting her phone back into her pocket. “Yes, that’s us,” she also said. The woman smiles wider. “Alright then. Before we go inside, let me introduce myself. My name is Michelle, Isabella’s subordinate. She had entrusted me to ensure that everything ran smoothly for your special day.

Now and then, he ran his fingers through his hair, waiting for Z to say a thing, but she merely closed her eyes. “What’s this commotion—oh my god! I knew it!” Michelle was standing in the doorway, her arms crossed, a smile lighting her face. At her back was Reigna and Jane who have their mouth open as wide as their eyes. The three of them were now wearing the same uniform as Z but with gold lining. In the case of Michelle, she looked more like a model rather than a student. It’s in the way that her curves accommodate the fabric and the way her skin tone’s in sync with its color combination. Reigna, meanwhile, was yet to wear her tie, as she didn’t know how. She was just about to ask Z to do

Seeing Claudia stunned from the slap, a voice quickly piped up in her defense. "Ms. Jones, aren't you breaking the law? Do you know the sentence for intentional assault?" I tossed the microphone onto Claudia, watching her cower in fear. Satisfied, I shrugged and replied lightly, "Sorry, I don't." "Ms. Jones, you're making excuses!" "Ms. Jones, you've even shared legal knowledge on domestic social media platforms before. Were your degrees and certificates purchased? Were your past case victories just pure luck?" I smiled warmly at them. "I suppose many of you don't know me. Allow me to introduce myself—Ariana Jones, Chairwoman of the Jones Corporation."

she said, "We're not accepting defeat are we??" "My company-" "Snap out of it, father!" Michelle yelled, curving her fist as she glared at Mr Davis who picked up his third glass of water and downed the content. "I'm sorry," he breathed, "This is...This is just unbelievable." "It is and it sucks as hell that she managed to outwit all of us except Scott." Michelle seethed, "We should have believed him. Only he could see through her from the very first day she arrived in New York."

"What are you doing here so early?" " I'm Michelle. You can call me Mich if you want," she said curling her hand around her hair over and over again. I didn't buy it. "I came here to return Jett's jacket. Please tell him there is something I have to tell him later. He has to come see me." My jaw clenched. There was something too odd about her. The more I stared at her, the more I felt it. I had already sent a letter to Nara for help but I could feel it.