Mr Pride Vs Miss Prejudice Novels & Stories

It wasn’t hard to recognize them cause they were the two most popular girls in the college…well, one of them surely was. Chloe, the blonde girl the actual popular one; stood there fixing her dress, her expressions neutral. She didn’t seem mad at all and didn’t seem to care about anything around her. Unlike Lilia, her best friend. She had red hair and a little duskier skin tone than Chloe. She was really mad and screaming at the person who had caused the whole thing, our protagonist, Siana.

Benedict rushed into the operating theater and was surprised to see Yvonne alone, holding a scalpel. "You're a nurse. Are you qualified to perform surgery?" Yvonne did not answer him. Instead, she looked at him proudly, seeking praise. "Benedict, I took care of a huge problem for you. Shouldn't you thank me?" "What problem?" Yvonne pointed at me and grinned. "This woman wanted to seduce you. Don't worry. I've dealt with her."

"How is that even relevant to this case, Miss Carol? It doesn't change the fact that Miracle Verity has a lot of rumors connected to her name. I'm telling you all that if we don't fire her right now, she will ruin the school's reputation in the future." "You don't have a say to that, Miss." "And you do?" "Yes, because I'm the one who pays you." I replied and her eyes widened. "And you just messed with my wife, your other boss." Caroline sighed and stood up. "That is right, everyone. Mr. Pride here is the owner of this school, and Miss Miracle is his wife." "Now, who else wants to fire my wife?" I asked while looking around and they all averted their gaze.

"You must have made a mistake. We booked this date a month ago." "Sir, there was indeed a reservation for today," the priest replied, checking his records. "But it was canceled two weeks ago." "Canceled? Who canceled it?" "The name is Bianca, the same young lady who made the original booking." Giovanni stood frozen in place.

I think this marriage thing is kind of scary, more reason am not indulging in it soon. That reminds me, I need contraceptives because we didn't use protection last night. Why am I becoming this careless? Rico leads us to the counter where a beautiful lady is mixing a drink for the already drank man, who is barely holding himself on the stool. Life is tough I guess. "Hey"? she turns to Rico with a really captivating smile until she sees me and her face hardens. I didn't do anything, he's not even mine. She can have him already, what is wrong with women?

That night I met the crew I’d be sailing with for the next month. They were rowdy from the moment I stepped into the house, eager to meet the Princess that dared to sail alongside them through danger. My brother fit right into this crowd, I realized. He wasn’t like my father at all. My father was a devoted ruler to Oceane and always had been. He’d come from Prune, where they believed strongly in honor. Armelle believed in living in the moment, taking life as it comes. He believed in being in the heat of the battle, not giving the orders from a safe distance. He believed honor came from inclusion, and his people respected him for it. Here, they didn’t call him Prince, they called him Melle. H

Marco said, staring at her like we weren't even there. “Perfect!” Sofia clapped. “It looks so beautiful on Isabella. That’s what the lady of the house should look like!” Marco’s mother nodded in satisfaction. “Marco needs a partner who can help his career. Not some wallflower who just paints her gloomy pictures and can’t even iron a scarf.” My blood ran cold. Who the hell gave them the nerve to write me off the second Marco got a taste of real power? “So,” my voice trembled. “Let me get this straight. On our anniversary, the wife is the maid, and the mistress gets to be the lady of the house, wearing my mother's jewels?”

the assistant was cut short by the disruption at the reception. "Let me through, do you know who I am?" Leah spat arrogantly. "Why exactly are you stopping me from meeting my Fiancé?." She suddenly pushed open the office door. Even with all the rumble, she still looked neat. Not a strand of hair out of place. He unconsciously compared Anita to Leah. Unlike Leah who was always too conscious of herself, Anita was free and lackadaisical about less important things. "Baby!"