Morning Sweetheart Novels & Stories

"Up so early today, aren't we?" "Good morning, Madam Alice," Bernice returned cheerfully as she tied the apron to her waist. "I thought maybe I'd make breakfast for Rafael today. I want to surprise him." Madam Alice chuckled softly to herself as her wrinkled hands moved with the dough, "That's a lovely little thought, dear. Well, I must say, quite some time has passed since anybody made breakfast over here for Mr. Rafael." Bernice nodded as she drew out a skillet. "I just wish to please him, especially knowing how everything is."

Outside the emergency room, I stood in my suit, clutching a velvet ring box. The red light above pulsed like a warning, mocking me as my heart pounded in my chest. My hands trembled as the events of the day replayed in my mind. Eleanor Hamm, my fiancée, had been glued to her childhood friend ever since he was ill. On my birthday, she was too busy simmering soup for him to even wish me well. For our wedding, I planned every detail with my mom, from booking the venue to picking out the mints for the favor bags.

"I'll do the honor to introduce you to it," "Den Den! Ice cream!" Sadie screeched on his hips before throwing me her innocent curious eyes, looking surprised to have screeched in front of a stranger. "You always promise her sweets on your every visit, but she gotta eat proper food first before ice cream." I pointed out. "You're just like my sister," he shook his head. I softly pinched Sadie's cute cheeks. She shyly smiled and leaned deeply against Arden's neck. So cute.

I said softly and I saw Sinead's eyes dilated. "Miss Natasha, I don't understand, did you grow up in this orphanage? I thought you were from America." His eyes darted from the orphanage home to me. I shook my head softly and averted my gaze. "Never mind." I lean back to my chair. "Deliver them in the boot and if you are asked who is delivering it, tell them it is Natasha Wilbur." I knew none of them will be familiar with that name, they will only know she is a musician and not their Malinda Kristen.

With a smile, she snoozed off soon. It was 10 am the next morning when she heard a knock on the door. A servant with a tray of simple breakfast stood waiting, putting off the use of the small pantry provided in the chalet. She took it with a smile “Thank you” “Don’t mention it, madam”

His hand brought the sheet upto my neck while his eyes stared at mine . " There is no need to work today , I have arranged food for you , You can order more with the work phone in my office . Number is written beside it " I nodded . " If anything happened call the last number on the diary next to the phone , understood ?" I nod once . " Take care , we'll be back by evening "I bite my lip as he suddenly kissed my forehead and walked out . EH ? Why is my heart beating so loudly ? I was eating some chips and going at the back of the house since they had a T.V there , I walked across the cabin but stopped and walked inside it .

(Vanessa’s POV) The morning had started like any other—busy, chaotic, full of noise. Hearth & Home was already alive with the smell of fresh bread and coffee, servers rushing between tables, customers chatting over their breakfasts. I was in the kitchen, checking the stock list and muttering about late deliveries, when my younger sister, Crystal, came bursting in like a hurricane. “Vanessa! You have to see this right now!” she cried, waving the company’s phone as if it were a winning lottery ticket.

The night full of problems passed by quietly and smoothly after Ming spoke with Tofu one on one and made sure that she understood what he wanted her to do. Early in the morning, as the sun was rising, Ming slowly woke up with a mild headache due to his biological clock. While Tofu, the culprit of Ming's headache was still sleeping soundly.

"Don't worry about our bags, luggages there is already loaded in the bus van going with us and some convoy of security, medical, cooking chef and other personnel are all surrounding us. If you enjoy the place that much, we spend the night or nights in their grande comforts in Morocco. Raymond tries not to be overly repetitious, so that his saying doesn't appear boring, wordy and dull. He wants to keep and sustain the right tempo and maintain a more consistent rhymes and melody. "So let's move, my sweet honey. Just after you"Mr Raymond waited for his darling to walk close to him, before he stretched his arm, so his lovely wife could clock hers before leaving properly. This couple surely knows

Splendid morning, Anderson is longing to meet up with his sweetheart. His shining heart will always be drying without Sunshine’ image. His main purpose; to ask for an apology for what he has done to her. And then, he is thankful; how this woman arrives in his life. For him, he’ll not leave this world, if his sweetheart will not die yet.