Mr Whisper Novels & Stories

Maxima Davenport didn’t know it yet, but she’d just become the answer to his desperate request, the perfect pretender… She was about to become his perfect fake “Mrs. Right”.

Marcus The number of times I have refreshed my email is not healthy, and I am surprised I have not broken my keyboard with the many frustrated clicks. It’s been a few days since I sent the email, and while I didn’t think the reply would be instantaneous, I still didn’t think it would take days! But checking all the news on Marcus’s company, I can see how busy he can be juggling celebrities, athletes, politicians, and brands. It’s almost hard to imagine my shy broken Marcus was responsible for this huge successful entity. Still, a large part of me is so proud that he overcame his issues enough to put himself out there and leave such a huge mark in the world. When my email pings, I am buried i

Grace is there. Mrs. Grace, who heard this, opened her mouth slightly. “B-but, Boss… are you sure you don't have a secretary this time? I mean, you have enough of work. And if you don't have a secretary to help you, you might be in trouble later." Mrs. Grace answered with a doubtful feeling. "No problem. Besides, I'm sure I'll get used to being without a secretary. If there are more jobs at Tomkins House, I might think about recruiting a secretary in the future. But that's not for now on." Louisa again explained.

Morana couldn't help but to smile a little at herself at that thought. "Ummmm...okayyyy..." Mister said, blinking his eyes as though he was struggling to get his shit back together. "Soooo... okay, this might possibly work out because there are plenty of young women here. There are lots of residents and staff that would fit the bill for what you need," he said confidentially. She watched intently as his body language changed, she was taking it all in to decide if she could trust him. "That's wonderful, son," she said with a smile.

John was a very likeable person to be around & he also kept his & my team motivated which is appreciable. Saira was back in the town & when she got the update about everything, she almost banged her head on the wall. She also visited Jan and talked with him, while I busied myself in work because it’s easier to distract than to feel!

It's impossible! In the morning, I entered the office and found Mr. Harold in his office, he had already started working. He already with a new shirt and a fresher face, so I'm sure he's really home and really resting. I went to the pantry first, made two cups of coffee, and brought my pack of nasi uduk to his room. I put the coffee in front of him and he smiled gratefully. "Where's my good morning kiss?" he asked smiling widely at me until his eyes narrowed slightly, why does he look so cute?

“Oh, do call me Claire.” I liked Jarrett. He was so friendly and welcoming. He looked like he was in his seventies, he is a portly man with dark hair and a bald spot in the middle of his head. Whenever he said something he thought was funny, he’d wrap his French mustache around his index finger.

She likely knew this was a formality something Owen had done to appease everyone, but not something that had much to do with my qualifications. Without warning, Barbara turned on her heel and rushed away, leaving the interview room in an icy silence. I wondered why she rushed away. But it did not matter. I had done my best to prove myself, but it was not the way I had hoped this would go. My question was soon answered, where did she go when moments later, the door to the room opened , and in walked a man who commanded immediate respect. His tall frame, perfectly tailored suit, and sharp expression made him look like someone who could end this interview in seconds. He introduced himself as Mr

By the time we reached my room, the werewolf was rifling through my things, clearly searching for something. Oscar's eyes sharpened the moment he saw him. He recognized the fake Beta at once and ordered the Warriors to subdue him and take him away under strict guard. Later, I overheard hushed voices by the door. It was another maid, Mia, whispering to Lydia. "Honestly, this Luna is hard to read. She ignores the respectable duties of a Luna and fusses over scraps. She seems so clumsy. But then, the way she exposed the fake Beta just now... maybe she's not so dumb after all. She's strange, really."

The live chat erupted with reactions. "The mistress has come clean. It's time to rally against her." "Unbelievable, we've been wronging Mrs. Woolf this whole time!" "Is she experiencing a change of heart, stepping forward to face the backlash?" Amidst the intensifying vitriol, Doris offered a woeful smile. "I swear, I was completely unaware that he had another family! No woman willingly takes on the scorned role of the mistress. I was deceived by Harlan Woolf!"