Miss Sab Novels & Stories

"I'm so sorry. You know how I get when you're involved. Every time I deviate from the plan, it feels like I'm risking you." "You know one thing I've learned from you is that I will always know who I want to get back to. Who I will always keep living for." "Can we talk about the mission then?" Thalia inquired. "Sure," replied Gaby. Thalia gestured to Brian to bring the package to the house. They all settled in the sitting room, ready for what was to come. In about ten minutes, Brian returned with a fine lady who looked exactly like Gaby. She seated herself next to Thalia, greeting them all politely, while Gaby looked amazed.

She screamed and ran out shouting, "fire is burning me" People in the office became alerted wondering what was happening. Those that have understanding knew and felt it was about time the lady is dealt with. It was a pure victory in the office. Demola was happy. We deduced from her words, she was no Monica. She is Mabel. Just then, Louisa the model that was sacked came in to see Demola. She was allowed to come in. When she came in, she was full of apologies for misbehavior. " Do you know that lady is not Monica but Mabel? I found out that Monica was long dead and she is the only one left. That lady is heavily possessed and she is in the occult.

“So,” said Mason Ross, pouring himself a drink, looking at the girl that he just meet in front of him. “What brings you here, Ms. Watson?” He added with curiosity evident on his voice. “Bloody Business.” Answered Sabrina, not daring to say anything more. One particular reason why she's so good with men is because she's the observant type. She doesn't just jump on doing some very typical things and stereotypes that she assumed they would like to get them wrapped all around her pinky finger.

“I should have protected you. I am going to find that American and kill him for what he did to you. “ Robert and Jerry were shaking with fury while Antonia, Mabel's mother, was so heartbroken for her only daughter that she couldn’t control her angry emotions. She was not angry at Mabel, she was angry at herself. “If only I had not pushed you into joining that pageant, you shouldn’t have met that monster.” “Mabel, can you please bring us some coffee, Habibti and stay for a while as well. I have a few important details to discuss with my partner here. Devlin, may I introduce my PA, Mabel Abelanco from the Philippines. You should hire assistants like her. They are very efficient in their jobs.”

Her make up was done moderately and her long brown curvy hair kept on bouncing with each step she took. When she got to the table I was sitting she stopped, we never see eye to eye and her stopping here had to mean something. I ignored her instead and faced my food only to hear her clear her throat and see her stretch her hand to Noah from my peripheral vision. “Noah King, the name befits the owner, hi, I am Kiri Greene. The queen of the royals.” the queen bitch I think she meant and unfortunately my step sister introduced herself to Noah as the queen!

Declined. Helen's own phone began vibrating in her bag. She pulled it out with hands that weren't entirely steady. Linda. Three missed calls in the last two minutes. Then a text: *HELEN, WHERE ARE YOU RIGHT NOW? PICK UP.* Another call. Another. A cascade of messages appears too fast to read individually. Then her phone lit up again with a name that made her heart stop cleanly in her chest. *Mom.* Helen stared at it. Margaret, who had sat across from her at that small kitchen table less than twelve hours ago. Who had tucked her hair behind her ear and asked whether she felt peace or excitement, and whose voice had followed Helen all the way back on the train.

The announcer announces the next fight and people move on. My attention is taken by Missy beside me. I didn’t even notice her take a seat beside me... “What are you doing here?” I ask, giving her side eye, how did she even know I was here? “Babysitting your grown ass. Your pup called he was worried something might happen to his master.” She shakes her head. I sigh. Of all the people in Chicago Andre had to call the most annoying one of them all. Cecelia Crosby goes by Missy, she’s a sneaky one, a sharp mouth that makes you want to blow her brains out half the time though she’s great at tracking and anything that required stealth she’s a tiny little human with a great piece of meat between he

because after I discovered her existence I couldn’t live without her. I wanted the excitement of the movies, the thrill of dating... the thrill of a wet kiss in the middle of the rain. Does that sound like something that can't happen? Am I demanding too much when I say I want to get married for love? "Miss Isabella... Your sister sent me here to help you..." said one of the maids " Don't worry about it, I think I can close my sandals... I can't believe she was bothering you with such a trivial thing!"

What did HE mean when he said that, because he hadn't been trying too hard to make me obey. Not yet at least. Besides, right now the extra hours couldn't hurt. I needed every cent I could get if I was going to have even the hopes of buying back my freedom and independence. "Well, good morning, Sara. It's a rare day when I get to see you bright-eyed and bushy-tailed," laughed Mabel good-naturedly as she greeted me when I walked in. Mable was a middle-aged, heavy-set woman with dark curly hair with streaks of gray and warm brown eyes. She also made the best milkshakes in the city, at least in my biased opinion.

She quickly ran inside. The kitchen was so big and spacious, with different maid running here and there on their maid uniform. This work is difficult but I have to do all this because of my sister Amelia. "Are you the new maid" a older woman who look like someone on her 60s interrogated me. "Yes ma I am." "I am miss Clara the head cook." "And you are".? Ashley,"nice name you got." "Here is your uniform you have to wear it when ever you are on duty."