Mr Limpy Novels & Stories

I gave Liam a smirk, deliberately using these words to provoke him. Liam had always been a proud person who thought highly of himself. Hearing my comparison of him to Jethro visibly irritated him, and his expression instantly soured. Men were creatures with strong pride, especially when measured against one another. Liam simply couldn’t compare to Jethro in appearance or wealth. After all, he was just a mid-level manager in one of Jethro’s vast arrays of companies. He was not even worthy of being compared to Jethro.

He was wearing a tan leather coat and a pair of burgundy oxford shoes that stood out along with a classic hat. “It has been a while since we met in person, Stefan.” The man politely greeted him as he removed his hat to show his balding hair. “Signore Monterri, it has been a while, indeed.” He politely greeted him. The two man exchanged handshake and each of them took their seat. There were only few men in this world capable of making Stefan act with the utmost respect and this man was one of those few. He was Roberto Monterri. The man known as the Miracle Maker. However, the miracles were nothing spiritual. He was more of a godfather than anything.

I take a shower getting ready for school as I go down stairs Lina is home with some man they literally sucking each others faces. I clear my throat they both jump " Oh honey ,I didn't see you there " You do know I live in this house " of course silly you hungry? Henry here is a chef he's making an omelette " the Henry smiles,but I am not amused " Do you bring clients home now Lina " Amanda !! Henry is a friend of mine" I roll my eyes this is typical of Lina. "Mother I don't want to be late for school , Goodbye " I take an apple walking out she hates it when I call her Mother in front of company.

He cooked a chicken dish with extra salads and smoothies which I love so much. “Mr Young, you don't have to do this. Now I'll be sorry to disappoint you if something goes wrong” He laughed, and it still scares me how the sound affects me. Mr Young has a perfect combination of honey eyed and dark brown hair that falls over his eye, his ears are pierced and a shiny small ring reflects under the dimmed light of my kitchen. But what made me go crazy was the dimple on his right cheeks that appears only when he bites his lips with his upper teeth or when he smile - “I’ll be there tomorrow” He surprised me by saying.

“Thank you.” “You're always welcome, Mrs. Liam.” I groaned, rolling my eyes in disapproval. “My name is Amber. Please call me Amber. I'm tired of this Mrs. Liam's shit.” She laughed at my reaction but nodded anyway. I impatiently picked up my fork, dipped it into my plate, and took a big bite. I closed my eyes with a smile, hoping to savor the taste, but my eyes snapped open. I tossed my fork onto the table, and my palm slammed over my mouth as my eyes began searching for where to spit out the food instead.

They fawned over her. "You're amazing, Miss Chloe!" "We're lucky to work for you!" "Mr. Vance spoils you so much!" Just then, sirens grew louder. Soon, Captain Miller and a few officers walked into the spa. Miller was a man in his forties with a slight paunch, his face a mask of cynicism. He saw Liam and immediately put on a smile. "Mr. Vance, sorry for the trouble." "A small matter," Liam waved his hand dismissively. "Just a couple of professional grifters."

"You'll have to excuse my date, Mrs. Lime, she has had a lot to drink." Rat bastard. One drink wasn't a lot. It was a good way to make me feel like I was an alcoholic, though. God only knew it was only a matter of time before that actually became true. Milo had a way of making me want to drink. Mrs. Lime burst out laughing. "Oh, don't you worry none, my dear. Everyone here is secretly plastered." She reached out to shake my hand. "I'm Cheri Lime." "Hi, I'm..."

Ethan replied with his gaze fixed on the road as they drove towards the apartment. Lim Ming was tall and muscular with straight black hair, a light brown skin tone, almond-shaped eyes, a small nose, and high cheekbones. He stepped out of the hospital and got into his car, which was parked in the parking lot. With his gentle demeanor and the type of high-end car he drove, one would tell that Ethan Miller’s friends are people of higher status.

*smack* “Holy shit!” he groans. Wait i know that voice. I look and see it’s my brother Chris. Huh? I remember him being really skinny, how did he become so muscular and good looking. “Are you just going to stand there or are you going to help me and get up.” He says holding the back of his head. Damn, did i hit him that hard. I kneel down and help him get up. “Oh man, I’m so sorry I thought you were a thief! God, I hit you really hard huh?”

The weight of her past actions hung heavily on her shoulders, a constant reminder of the chaos she had caused. The door to the room creaked open, and Inishola stepped in, his presence a rare interruption to her daily routine. His expression was a blend of seriousness and sympathy, reflecting the delicate balance he tried to maintain while dealing with Amy. He took a seat across from her, his eyes searching her face for any sign of recognition or emotion. "Hello, Amy," he said softly, his voice carrying a note of genuine concern. Amy barely looked up, her eyes remaining fixed on a spot on the floor. "Hello," she replied, her voice flat and devoid of enthusiasm. The monotony of her days had le