Mrs. And Mr. Smith Novels & Stories

Dusk had fallen, and a hearty spread with a bowl of soup still steamed on the table. The door opened, revealing a familiar face. Only then did I realize that I had been reborn. I was genuinely sick of that lunatic. In my previous life, my mother-in-law, Charlotte Rose, suffered from dementia and screamed nonstop at home. The neighbors accused me of abusing the elderly. I asked my husband, Samuel Dalton, to testify for me, but he only said that justice lived in people's hearts.

“What’s going on?” Moore glanced at me for permission. I gave a tight nod. “Mrs. Smith fainted outside the gates,” he reported. “She was begging for the twins. Security says… she’s in bad shape.” Aunt Margaret scoffed. “What twins? Without Liam, she’s nothing. Those children belong here. Wasn’t she told from the start?” “Call her parents,” Grandpa ordered, waving a dismissive hand. “Tell them to collect their trash. She isn’t our problem.”

She sat in front of a beautiful young couple and motioned me to sit beside her. "Hello." She smiled at the couple. "I am Alice and this is my husband, Stav," she said, locking her fingers with mine. The warmth of her palm caused small goosebumps to appear on my skin. "Hi, I'm George Smith, and this is my wife, Snow," the man replied. He was tall and broad, with defined features and soft, curly hair. His wife was just as pretty; she had light brown hair and flawless tanned skin.

Mattew is that during this one year, his three sons must get married and successfully have children. The conditions given by Mr. Mattew frustrated his three sons because they did not want to marry the opposite gender. Both of Mr. Mattew's sons are gay. Only Jack is straight. However, unfortunately, Jack has an impotent disease. But Mr. Mattew doesn't want to hear any excuses from his three sons. He wants to have grandchildren so he can have fun with his grandchildren in his old age. Mr. Mattew didn't even care that his second son was impotent. He still wanted Jack to have a wife and even children.

It worked as the table was filled with chatters again. Mr&Mrs Smith feigned a surprised expression when Aaron told them about us. There was silence more like they weren't expecting us to say something until and it made me kinda nervous. Aaron rolled his eyes and rasped coldly "Why dramatic? I shouldn't have said anything in the first place" He took my hand in his and tugged me to stand "We are leaving" "Tonight?! " they requested in a chorus. "Sweetheart, I'm so happy for you" Mrs Smith exclaimed joyfully and pulled her son in an embrace. I could bet that I witnessed her eyes shimmer with tears.

The door opened and a small, stout woman in a plain, tailored grey suit stepped in. Next to tall, big boned Maggie in a flower-patterned top and bright orange skirt, she looked like a dowdy widow. The newcomer gave Maggie a displeased look before sliding her eyes to me. When her eyes landed on me, she didn't look much more pleased but she at least kept her expression blank. "Mrs Smith, Mr Smith is requesting your attention at his office immediately," she announced. "Good morning to you too, Mrs Meyer," I said. Her lips thinned. "Good morning," she answered politely.

Sensing my anxiety, Damian squeezed my hand reassuringly and placed a tender kiss on my temple, providing me with comfort in the midst of the unfolding drama. "My name is Becca Smith, wife of Mr. Smith, the council president, as you all know," Mrs. Smith began, her voice tinged with a mix of bitterness and sadness. "I have been married to him for thirty years, but those years have been filled with heartache and sorrow. Sometimes, I wish I could turn back time and remain single forever, but unfortunately, that's not possible," she said with a bitter laugh that tugged at my heartstrings. She glanced at her husband with a mixture of betrayal and pain before shifting her gaze to Lilith, who stoo

He started the car engine and put on the gear and we went home. We reached the home and saw that lunch was ready by Miss Sandy. When she saw us together she was very happy. We changed our clothes and came to the dining hall. We sat on the dining table and Miss Sandy served us the food. I told Miss Sandy to come and join us. She refused to sit down with us but on my insistence she ate lunch with us.

He pushed me away and wiped his mouth through the back of his hand. " Yes, Mrs. September Zachary Wilson, you're going to love me, no matter what."