Mr Chips Novels & Stories

“Who cares about Joe’s money? He can rot in whatever hole is left after the feds finish with him. Clara didn’t marry him for the cash. She married him before she knew what a monster he was. Let it all burn.” I stared at the muted TV mounted on the wall. The news ticker scrolled past in relentless red: “Prominent businessman Joe Pritchett accused of large-scale money laundering… Wife releases explosive documents… #PritchettScandal trending number one.” Below it, split-screen footage showed Joe’s polished video playing on one side and grainy clips of people reacting on the other. The public had already split violently. Some were still defending him with the same hashtags he’d tried to weaponiz

She apologized as she stepped on the feet of the person in the elevator. “Are you always this punctual?” The sarcastic, but deep voice made her raise her head. Her eyes popped out in shock when she realized it was President Miller who was in the elevator with her. “Morning.” Okay! It came out like a muffle, but President Miller heard her anyway. “Morning, Miss Rodriguez.” “ERM… I apologize for being late. It was my intention to come to work this late” Amelia apologized with a low tone. It was obvious that she hated to apologize to him.

The lady said with a warm smile. She knew what she was going to tell him about his brother's condition or the kind of news she was going to tell him will definitely not please or sit well with him. “H…hi, I'm Marcus, I mean Marcus Williams.” Marcus finally said after he found his voice. “Can you please follow me to my office?” Rihanna asked him. “Alright, Doc.” Marcus said and followed her. They entered the doctor's office but instead of Rihanna going to her seat, she stood beside Marcus who has now made himself comfortable on a couch in the office.

Since then one of the girls or Derrick had been the only ones allowed to enter the house when he had not been home. Jarrett loved chewing peanuts or sunflower seeds when he had not been able to crack open any peanuts. He often left a good deal of trash near his chair and empty beer bottles. He liked his steak, which was always his preferred choice medium rare, and his eggs sunny side up. A working man all his life, he mostly did just that aside from his other pastime of chasing loose women, usually blondes, and indulging his drinking habit.

She whispered, her voice thick with emotions. "Me neither," I replied. "But here I am. All set!" "I know you got this," Kris smiled. "I hope so too," I smiled, before biting onto my cheese omelet. An hour later I was comfortably settled in the demure and modestly done office of Mr. Jonathan Miles, a guy in late thirties probably with a partially balding crown and a crooked smile. He looked decent enough to me yet deep inside I can feel something was off.

I groaned as I stretched and uncle Mike played with my hair like I was a dog. I swatted his hand away as he laughed and began to walk towards the end of the car when uncle Brody pulled up into the parking spot on the side of us. I could hear the music blasting and I just rolled my eyes. Turning the car off, they both got out as I leaned back on the car and waited patiently. I was so ready to get in there and get some pretzels. That's pretty much what I'm thinking about. There's something about mall pretzels, they be dry but they be so good.

Sophia giggled, reaching to wrap her arms around Henry. She did not think it would have been so easy to spin this tale and she had thought somehow he wasn’t going to believe a word she had said. Henry was ever so gullible and when his mother had approached her to leave him, offering such huge amount of money, she had not hesitated neither had she looked back. She had tried to invest the money in some beauty scheme and it had crashed leaving her penniless which is why she was back. Why have the milk when you could get the whole cow?

She had finished all of her food. Camille almost choked on the water she’s taking when she saw Irene had eaten all of her food. Did she use magic…to eat that food? They gasped, “Did..did you just eat that all? How did you do it? That’s a pile of salt there!” Xavier snapped. Irene shook her head, “This is the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted here…it’s so delicious. Mike is a great chef, isn’t he?” Irene mentioned, Mike could feel knot tie in his stomach and his heart raced.