Miss Sab Novels & Stories

Charlotte asked the empty lobby, looking around for someone. “I believe I can answer that,” An older matronly woman with bright red curly hair and freckles dotting her cheeks appeared from behind a corner. She gave us a friendly grin as she came up, her uniform of a simple white shirt and black pants already dotted with various unusual coloured spots. I was afraid to ask what they were. “My name’s Mabel, I’m one of the teachers for the pups,” She shook Charlotte’s hand enthusiastically but then only bowed her head in respect to me once. “Alpha Finnley told me you would be coming. Charlotte and Prince Alexander, right?”

“Good morning to you too.” “Good morning, Miss Gabriella,” Sabrina said, and her teacher grinned. “Good morning, Sabbie,” She replied then averted her focus to me, “You didn't work that hard just to be called Miss, Attorney Perkins. You are not just a lawyer, you are a senior advocate of our country.” I had never told her that, so I instantly knew that Sabrina must have probably done so, given how she was obsessed with telling everyone, both strangers and the people we knew, that her mummy was a “senior abrigate”.

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.

Reign whined. “You can help by ensuring that everything is in place, so those two can start school immediately,” Gracie said, pointing at Amber and Grace-ann. “That’s the last of our boxes. Let’s get going now!” Reign said. The moving trucks left ahead of them and together the five of them left. ~***~ “Mr. Harrison, Ms. Howard; here’s your package from Ms. Reign Davis,” said the chauffeur handing them the letter. “It’s a congratulation letter,” Dominic purred, then smiled. “She added a picture of Amber. She also lost a tooth”

The woman named Mara said, sitting down on a chair, she have quite a wild attitude, Angelina thought, observing the woman, and wondering what happened to the former secretary, "We have a problem Miss Hampton" Mr Nicholas said,

Whenever he is near, she seems to be more aware of him and his scent, a combination of aftershave and maleness. “Mabel you don’t have to ask me, although we might have company, “ said Mansour conversationally as he also noticed Ami’s somewhat gloomy countenance. “I hope you do not mind.” “Of course” said Mabel before Mansour had finished talking so she did not hear the tail end of his speech.

“What! I can’t do that, its hard” “Aw come on it’s not that bad. Lets use a good old trick shall we?” He looks around till he sees a girl. She looked like a model, what does she eat grass? focus Summer! He walks towards her but not so far so i can’t hear. “hey..” he trails off. “Marissa”

All we wanted was to be Jacob and Sadie and be free. I found a woman by the name of Doctor Riley Kim. She is a well-known Psychiatrist here in Baker with a hell of a reputation. She is also very expensive and hard to see. I got an appointment for Sadie and me two weeks after Sadie turns eighteen. We hoped she would work with us once we told her our situation. We needed her to see Sadie as a mentally healthy woman. We needed her to see how wrong Sadies reports were. The only thing we worried about was how the doctor could get ahold of Sadies records without giving our location away. It wasn't going to be easy, but we had to try something.

When the cab pulled up in front of the magnetic hotel suite, Louisa stepped out half sober, water dripping down her chin along with her own tears as she stacked a wad of cash into the man’s hands and hurried into the building—Looking messed up and out of place. “How can we help you, miss?” The front desk staff demanded as soon as she walked up to it. “I want to see Alessandro,” she replied, dropping the key card right onto the desk, and much to her chagrin. “Can you please tell me what suite he is in?”

I ask. “I guess so, have to play catch up after getting here so late.” She smiles but it’s a smile that doesn’t meet her eyes, they look deep and brooding as if she’s in pain almost. “Ok,” I order the drinks and pay, “here, so what’s your name Miss Nurse?” I question with a small grin. “I’m Misha,” goddess what a beautiful name, “what’s yours?” I snap out of it quickly and shoot mine back.