Mr And Mrs Smith Novels & Stories

“Mr and Mrs smith are here to see you regarding their sons surgery sir, they don’t have an appointment but I told them to wait if I can get you to meet them” “Bring them in” Brad added and she gave a nod before walking out of the room. A few minutes later, an old but agile couple sauntered into the room and the doctor had to stand up on seeing them, a smile plastered across his face. “Hello Mr and Mrs smith” Bradson stretched out his hand for a shake, “it is good to see that you are both looking okay” “Of course” the old lady smile back at him, “that is the only thing we can do at this point, we can’t continue being sad when we

The hall was silent instantly when he did that. He pressed a button on the pen. Two voices were heard on the pen. The first voice was Paul 's voice. The second voice was Mrs smith's voice "'Hello Mrs Smith" "Mr Paul, you are still owing me a house rent for a year now, my patience is limited don't…." "I have left the house " Paul interrupted him "What!?! With paying my money?!!" Mrs Smith yelled on the phone, her voice was agitated. "It is only my useless wife and the children that are there, I'm sure they don't have a dime to pay you, that is what I just want to tell you " Paul said.

Mrs Sloan questioned rudely as Mr Smith hissed furiously . " You do not address me by my name Sloan , I am not in any way your mate besides being a doctor doesn't mean I deal with battered bodies Madam " Doctor Smith sneered as Mrs Sloan glared at him in fury . " How dare you address me by name ? Do you know who you are speaking to ? I am the wife of Mr Brookes one of the leading companies in New York City so you have no right to question me,you are just a mere doctor " Sloan remarked rudely as Mr Smith eyes shot in fury as he furrowed his brows , " Did you just call me a mere doctor, do you know how many successful operations I have done, I think it's best to keep your mouth shut because if

Sadie POV Night was approaching, and, with it, the tension in Mrs. Smith increased. Mr. Grimes and Mr. Sawyer, there, finding each other strange, didn't say a word, but their looks exchanged barbs. Neither of them seemed to want to give in, but they weren't willing to leave either. I was there, sitting on the couch, trying to deal with the discomfort of seeing the two of them exchanging silent, heavy glances, not knowing exactly what to do.

Sensing my anxiety, Damian squeezed my hand reassuringly and placed a tender kiss on my temple, providing me with comfort in the midst of the unfolding drama. "My name is Becca Smith, wife of Mr. Smith, the council president, as you all know," Mrs. Smith began, her voice tinged with a mix of bitterness and sadness. "I have been married to him for thirty years, but those years have been filled with heartache and sorrow. Sometimes, I wish I could turn back time and remain single forever, but unfortunately, that's not possible," she said with a bitter laugh that tugged at my heartstrings. She glanced at her husband with a mixture of betrayal and pain before shifting her gaze to Lilith, who stoo

I asked teasing him more. “Never,” he teases me back. We started doing fake punches at each other before Mrs. Smith reprimanded us both. “You both know that you are both Alphas holding high positions, right,” she asks shaking her head in disapproval, and yet the smile on her face was making it hard for both Stefan and I to take her seriously. “Mrs. Smith,” I said as I approached her. Hugging her. Mrs. Smith has always felt more like a relative than anything else. She became Stefan’s father and mother when Stefan’s parents died.

’s side and asked evenly, “Grandma, what did you want to see me about?” Her cool indifference to the others made Kimberly and Michael both frown. “Sit down first,” Mrs. Smith Sr. said. “I asked you here to talk about the company shares.” At once Kimberly’s face tightened. “Mom, we only wanted to discuss letting Mandy join the company. What do shares have to do with that? There was no need to drag Liz back here tonight.” Mrs. Smith Sr. ignored her. She waited until Liz had sat before she spoke again. “I’ve said this before. Mandy will not receive any Smith shares. After all, she is not truly part of this family.”

he added, raising his voice and bellowing. Their mother came out of the kitchen with her arms spread wide. Vivienne and Oliver Right were like the poster couple in the early retirement ads. They were exactly what they looked like: successful, healthy, and still, as far as he could judge, happily married. The not-so-young couple traveled, went away in the winter to somewhere warm, golfed, gave dinner parties and attended church regularly. His mom volunteered at a soup kitchen and his dad had recently, to his and Billie’s eternal embarrassment, involved himself in amateur theater.

And the man “Welcome, Mr. Josh and Miss Ashley,” Mr. Smith greeted them with a slight bow. His voice was deep and authoritative, yet still warm. “I'm Smith, your family's personal driver. The boss has instructed me to pick you up.“ ”Thank you, Mr. Smith,” Josh replied. Mr. Smith added, ”If you'd like to take a short walk before heading to the apartment, I can take you wherever you'd like to go. The weather today is quite pleasant.”

Two people burst into the room the moment the voice was heard. A man and a woman, both dressed luxuriously. They looked to be in their 50s. When Sabrina saw the couple, fury and contempt filled her expression. That was right! Mary Smith’s parents that barged into the room were Yuri Smith and Fany Long.