Miss Sab Novels & Stories

They looked at the door and saw a group of men and women, dressed in vivid colors, sauntered in. The leader was a middle-aged woman dressed meticulously. Her eyes were sharp and her facial features were pronounced. “Are you from the Hacks family?” Syed asked as he went up to the group of people. The woman did not look at him. She lifted her chin and said proudly, “I am Madam Hacks’ chief maid, Mary Sue Roberts. I am here on the madam’s order to teach her future daughter-in-law some manners! “Are you Daphne Lyfe?”

Maria said, looking behind me. I turned and looked. Logan was headed towards me with another lady in tow. She was beautiful, with her long, dark wavy hair and model-esque body. I felt like I was watching her walk in slow motion. “Hazel, this is Sabrina,” Logan said. “From now on, she is going to be my lead secretary. You’ll go to her for instructions and for whatever you need.”

Typed a message to Henry's cell phone number there immediately. 'I know you're not going to answer my calls or any of my messages, but I need to. I hope you come home soon, Henry. I really miss you. It feels so lonely without you here. You know what I mean, right? I miss you so much, it feels so tight in my heart. So hurry home... I love you.'

Cecilia wheeled hurriedly to Mrs. Abraham, "Mom, this woman here is the CEO of Isascom designs, " Cecilia was showing the screen of her phone to her mother. Mrs. Abraham raised her eye brow in shock. "why did this woman look like Maddie, Scot's wife?" Mrs. Abraham exclaimed in shock. "And she now resembles Isabel, the resemblance is so glaring, " Cecilia said. Mrs. Abraham who was standing, sat on the couch and collected the phone from Cecilia, she examined the picture and indeed, it was Maddie. Thought Scot wife was dead?

The three shuddered like they felt the bite of winter from her cold-filled eyes. “Apologies.” The lanky girl gave in. “I’m Deborah Gates.” “Cecilia Iglesias,” the chubby one said. “And I’m Mahalan,” the last one said with a soft voice. “We’re Lady Marseille’s aides.” I almost forgot about her. She had approached us and asked if we were newcomers. Mahalan was the smallest and a bit shy. She was a brown Asian girl, though I wasn’t sure if she was Malaysian, Indonesian, or Filipino.

Louis face turn crimson red realizing who the woman is. She was dressed in a blue crop top and green tight pant, her red hair neatly plaited into a ponytail, her ocean blue eyes shining, and she put on a light make-up on, she looks absolutely gorgeous. Sasha Mack twenty six years old, the owner of ISAB fashion store named after her friend and chair woman of XANADU an orphanage for children, she's also the fiancee of Micah codds. "How's that monkey ? I can't believe you guys came after a long time and went straight to the office" she said smiling.

“This is Miss Mark.” The woman’s smile faltered. “Oh.” I wondered if she recognized my name from the news or from him. She shifted back to William, her tone softening. “Do you need anything? Coffee? Your meeting documents? Or......." “I need you to be professional,” he interrupted sharply. She blinked, as stunned as I was. That was the gentlest reprimand I had ever heard him give. “Yes, sir. Of course,” she said, stepping back at once.

Without waiting for Whitney to answer, Mabel suddenly stepped forward and took the microphone as she sat beside Whitney. She spoke sharply, "Of course, it's fake! Hello everyone. I'm Ms. Sutton's secretary and have been with her for two years. I know what kind of person Sebastian is. He's a cunning and scheming man! As for your question about his medical skills being real or fake, I believe they are fake!" Whitney, on the side, frowned and asked Mabel in a low voice, "Why did you come up here?" Mabel replied, "Ms. Sutton, I'll answer for you next."

"I-I didn't... I'm... sorry, I..." "Who. Are. You?!" Mazza roars again, this time slowly, and as much as I want to respond, the words escape my mouth. "Can someone tell me who this crazy woman is and what she's doing here in my company?!" He yells so loudly that the walls seem to tremble. "I'm sorry, Mr. Mazza! This is Miss Martin, she's the intern..." "Not anymore!" "What?!" I gasp. "Mr. Mazza, Olivia is the best we've found so far..."

Missy said to them, asking. They exchanged glances, “Uhm…. My name is Jace.” The one on her left side replied. “And I’m Mason.” The other one replied. Missy looked away from them turning to face her best friend instead, “Well, they’re to stand with me so nothing happens to me throughout the day. Thea a whole minute is gone with others ticking by and you still haven’t hugged me, I’m offended.” Missy pouted at her words, throwing her babyish annoyed face away from Thea.