Miss Sab Novels & Stories

My life is like a soap opera minus the dramatic music. A red handbag lands on the table in a thud and I look up quizzically to see Madison. The witch of North Haven High aka Malibu barbie, the infamous she-beast that preyed on the silent that didn't have the guts to stand up for themselves. She made me sick. She and her flying monkeys that stood loyally behind her dressed in pink. She clears her throat and looks at Ri who looks as if he is trying to disappear into the booth seat. Am I missing something here? I take a sip of my water trying to ignore her presence.

He was still a stranger to her about a week ago and if she was to consider their encounters along with her believe in destiny, she wasn’t liking how this was going. She enters her car and drives off to the hospital, already to get her day started and in approximately fifteen minutes, she was entering the familiar hallway that led to her office. “Morning miss Davenport.” Macy, Anna’s assistant was seated at the entrance of Anna’s office with two cups of drinks in front of her- a hot coffee and an iced Americano. She was just the best in Anna’s eyes as she knew Anna had often started her day with a cold drink. “You’re looking good as usual Macy,” She compliments her hard-working assistant as s

he said figuring how negativly this had impacted on him "No its not, Mr Madison thought it was you and had us work over night to find out who had linked the video" he explained, Saul was getting more anxious with how Felix wasnt going straight to the point "Then who linked it?" He asked "Mrs Madison or now known as Miss Maria Dante", "What Maria?, how is that possible?" He asked unable to believe what he was being told

she released me and turned to make her way into the eatery as I tried to maintain my composure. It took me a few minutes to regain control of myself before heading inside where I was greeted by the hostess, "Mr. Monroe, we've already got you a table. Right this way." I was led to a spot I knew all too well, a booth close to the back of the establishment. Callie was seated grinning from ear to ear, "I know you have a thing for booths. Is this okay?" She fiddled with her menu as if knowing I wasn't going to decline her motion. She was smart.

"What is your name?" "Why are you asking me useless questions instead of calling the police?" They had to have her background information since she'd been admitted. Why pretend they didn't know who she was? The doctor smiled "Please answer the questions, Miss" "Thalia Ashcroft" "And how old are you?" "Forty-two" "What is the last thing you remember?" "I... The last thing... It's all foggy. But I know I'm married to that bastard and we have two kids"

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

Love, Jordan Cashmere. Your Beautiful Mishap.

“Where are your friends? You didn’t bring them back?” “No,” Missy replied looking Matt up and down. She suddenly realized why she was so anxious to ask him about Alicia and she caught her breath as the realization set in. Like her Mother, Missy was jealous. She wasn’t sure why it bothered her so much all day but as she stood in front of the tall, gorgeous man, she realized that she was jealous at the idea of him noticing another girl her age when he had never paid her that kind of attention.

She was wearing black sunglasses, arms folded on her chest, and legs crossed while facing his direction. "Kid, where are the people here?" Maddox asked as he approaches her place. He could see how her eyebrows arched underneath those glasses. "I am Mischa Aslanov. Mort's little sister. I am here to help you marry Sumire. I know my older brother is also the mastermind behind everything that happens at your company. Sit first." Straight-faced, the girl responded without beating the bush and for some unknown reasons, Maddox believed her. He sat down on the opposite side of the single sofa.

“Take a seat.” That woman carefully sat down across from her. “Why did you ask to meet me?” “You’re Ms. Santiago’s assistant, right?” Maisie poured her some tea. “I would like to know something about Ms. Santiago.” The assistant was a little surprised. “Do you know Ms. Santiago?” She answered, “We’re acquaintances.” The assistant had to be careful. “I’m not sure what you would like to know about her. Are you trying to investigate her through me?’