Mr O Hare Novels & Stories

She then snapped out of her own maze of reminiscence and started her busy day. The awkward day came to an end but she still had a lot of work to do. As Mr. Wushi left his office, he noticed her, busy as a bee focusing on the running computer as the printer on her left printed the summary of the Bank’s details. He approached her and stood there for a whole three minutes before Qiao noticed him. "Miss Mo, it is already ten thirty. You should have some food before going home. Why don’t we go for a late supper at the new restaurant?"

He read the name written in bold out loud in question. Opening a new tab, he put his research skills to work. There were too many profiles that popped up under the name but one look at the brief information sent alongside their new mission, it was easy to find their next target. An old man who was in his late seventies popped up and Rod was not all too surprised about that.

He was a Man in his mid fifties and was quite short but very nice and polite. "Oh!, Bernadette welcome and Little Miss Elle". He said in his Spanish accent making cute faces at Elle making her chuckle a bit. Bernadette laughed too, amused as usual at how much Elle got along with Mr Rodriguez. The little girl waved at him still not being able to say his name. "Mr Rodriguez Good Morning". Bernadette greeted. "How's Business dear?". He asked her. "It's fine and pretty normal too, yours?".

Elodie heard the unmistakable sound of a woman’s voice. “What? How are you here?” She heard him ask. He sounded excited to see her, more excited than she had ever seen him. “I don’t know, I got back into the country and I thought I should see you. We have a lot to talk about” The voice said. What the fuck is going on? Elodie thought to herself, approaching slowly. He was yet to notice her presence. “You… I have missed you so terribly” Henry sighed. Elodie’s eyes widened at his heartfelt admission and before she could make her presence known, she watched Henry draw the woman into the house, wrap his arms around her and kissed her square on the lips

He held his jaw as if to stop them from talking more and instead stood up. I was shocked. I thought I made him angry, I said sorry but then he looked at me blankly. "I'm a magician Harriet, you must've forgotten about that, I know what I'm doing. If there’s any werewolf here that you can trust, that would be me."

I fix myself. We park and exited the car. We enter the elevator and go to the 12th floor of the building. "Mr. Brooklyn!" An old man shouted. Hilary's dad and the old man bro hug each other and shake hands. "Here's my daughter Hilary." I bowed and shake hands. "And here's my son, Richard." A five-foot and nine inches tall guy wearing a mask extends his hand. I shake hands with him. "So let's talk about the wedding?"

Taking it in his hands, making me pout my lips and give him my puppy eyes. "Sam... I....uggghhh!" I pretend sniffle, lowering my head. "Fine. You can keep it!" He says making me squeal and clap my hands. My hands reach out for Figaro, but Russell moves him away. "IF! you can keep him from making too much noise and keep Carol from finding out we have him living here with us. Got it?" Carol is the lady that takes care of our building.

“For all of you new Bros, are you more interested in dancing or singing recently?” “I’ll do my best for you all!” Harvey pondered, then typed out a sentence. “You should sing the song ‘Boat Tracker’s Love’.” Harvey wanted to tease Hazel a little bit, but a user named “Mordu’s Young Master Walker” dropped by to ridicule Harvey. “What an arrogant guy! Some newbie like you actually dared to make Hazel sing?” “True. Where did you get the courage to name yourself ‘Mr. Tycoon’? Who do you think you are?”

However, there was still some time before Master Otter’s birthday, so there was no hurry in that. Before finding out the man’s preference, simply preparing a gift might not be appropriate. He wanted to visit Rose and ask for her opinion. The visiting doctor whom Kent requested was also a member of the Otter family. Harken Otter, a man in his late fifties with a temper. It seemed like he might be the direct descendant of the main or extended family. Harken treated Myra quickly and wrote a prescription. Jane went off to prepare the medicine for her daughter.

“His name is Rob, and he’s coming over for dinner tonight.” Hilaire nodded, a satisfied smile spreading across his face. “Well, that’s good. As long as he’s from a respectable family, someone who understands our values, someone who won't… you know… tarnish our image.” He paused, a fleeting thought crossing his mind. He couldn’t help but wonder about Aaron, the driver, the young man who had been so smitten with Hilary. He had heard whispers, rumors, about their encounters. But he had dismissed them, convinced that his daughter was far above such a relationship.