Mr Moseby Novels & Stories

that's the name of the man who looks quite handsome with charming blonde hair. "I am impressed that you were able to receive a special recommendation from him, even though Professor Stevenson is a very selective person. That means, Miss Morales is a great person!" "No, I'm not that great," she said who although she pretended to reject the compliments, but deep inside she was happy. "Okay, I've received the letter! By the way, we haven't introduced ourselves yet. I'm Claude Robinson, the manager at Number One television station. I'll pass it on to the Director, so Miss Morales can wait three days. How about that?"

"But Mr. Wright Senior, if you push me too far… I do know powerful people. And I'm not afraid to call them in," Mosby warned, eyes narrowing. Kevin let out a cold snort. He clearly did not like the threat, but in the end, he held back. After all, Mosby was Blumedale's famed Medical Master—someone even the Wrights could not touch carelessly. However, Andrew had no such reservations. He stepped forward and slapped Mosby twice across the face, loud and hard.

She had to hit where it hurt. "Mr. Mobius," Zoe suddenly called out. Following her line of sight, Rosalyn saw a middle-aged man in a robe staring straight at her.

“Apologies for the delay, sir. Your meal has arrived.” Mia looked up sharply, her gaze landing on the man who had entered. She recognized him immediately. Mose. Always present, always watching, always close enough to Stefan that people whispered about his true role. Some said he was the assistant who knew too much, others insisted he was the bodyguard no one dared challenge. The truth? Mia didn’t know, and judging by the unwavering calm in his demeanor, she doubted anyone ever would.

His gaze meets mine. "Katherine Collins. It's a pleasure, Mr. Coleman." I offer a handshake, still amazed at how young he is, among other things. The square jaw, the stubble, and the blue, almost gray, eyes were a combination that made his face perfect. "Just Niels, please. It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Collins. I am the Chief Marketing Officer, and I believe we'll be meeting frequently from today onwards." "You're the CMO of Ryan? Excuse my surprise... it's just that I expected someone less young."

I gave her a cheery smile and she huffed, turning away to face the opening door. "Hello interns. I'm Mr. Mosley," the man, dressed in what looked to be a very expensive suit said. "As you know, this is the headquarters of Renard Dynasty and I am the esteemed general manager of this fine establishment." Miss nasty had undone one more button on her shirt and stuck her chest out, hanging onto his every word like a dog waiting for an order. Mr. Mosley's eyes scanned the room before settling on her, or rather, her obviously displayed chest, with a devious smile. He shifted his eyes to me and I instinctively glanced away.

I could hear a thump and I feel a smile start to appear on my face. Walking inside, I see my cousin Jackson standing over my special guest. Andrew Mack. A cook who works at the Romani's. I had my boys go and pick him up when night when he was walking to his car alone. He's been here for about three days and so far hasn't had anything to drink or eat. His body is getting weaker by the minute and I just want to crush his spirit. I want him to get his hopes up and then kill them. I want to see his face light up and then go pale. I want him to suffer.

Sheldon immediately froze upon hearing this, but soon snapped out of his stupor and replied, sneering, "Are you an idiot? Mr. Mosier is the chief-of-police, which makes us our boss, so of course we know him! Why do you ask? What is the meaning of this? Are you trying to tell me that you're good buddies with Mr. Mosier? You think you can scare me? You're an imbecile! You expect me to believe that a nobody like you would be in league with Mr. Mosier, of all people?

I was sick and tired of their love playing. Can we leave now?” I asked, clearing my throat, obstructing their “mess” “ Of course.” He said, still staring at Mo.The door went open as we saw the Manager. She walked elegantly in, still making her heels ache but stressed ears. She was dumbstruck at the sight of Mason. As if he was some kind of celebrity. “ Don't tell me you're the hot CEO of Sprockers?” She said, with her jaw down . “ Of course I am.” Mason replied proudly.

Ichabod pleaded. Rasheedat walked to the shelf and took a little bottle of something red. “This is monocane. Doctors use it in small doses as a pain killer but you need it to reduce the power of that beast in you.” “Oh my God!” Ichabod’s face brightened up. “You really think this will work?” Rasheedat shrugged. “ I have been working on this for years and you will be the first to try it. Just a drop on your tongue should do the trick. Let me know if it works.”