Mrs Beakley Novels & Stories

“Morning, Captain.” It was Ms. Beckett—my neighbor from three doors down. Early thirties, single, always wore heels like she had somewhere important to be, even when she was just taking out the trash. She had a tight bun in her hair and those reflective sunglasses that made her look like a sexy FBI agent. “Morning,” I called back, offering her a lazy nod. She smiled as she walked past us, heels clicking on the pavement like punctuation marks. Perfume trailing after her—floral, expensive, too sophisticated for this dump of a complex. She glanced at James briefly, polite but uninterested, then kept walking toward her own car.

her mother confirmed, motioning with her soiled finger at the baking pan hanging at the base of the wall," can you pass me that and also the chopper, I need to hasten with this afore your father returns" Mrs. Beckley had decided to make today very memory, by making all the house hands go home whilst she attended to the culinary needs of the household by herself. It wasn't news that her husband has been soured for some time now, which she presumes was as a result of her unable to bear him an heir since Emilia.

I haven't seen the little fellow in a while because he'd taking a short trip with his dad to New Mexico. I heard from Chloe they were back but I'm not sure. "Oh...Mrs Dickens would be back soon. She said she was leaving off work early today to be with you" Becky smiled. She gracefully tucked my clothes into the empty wardrobe. I'm sure they've got plenty of rooms with lots of empty wardrobes in this big house. I do my best to fill the ones in my house with at least, towels and robes in case we have visitors over. "Thank you Becky" I smile at the little woman. Becky should be in her late forties and married with three kids but that doesn't stop her from looking pretty as ever. She has the per

But were they under Nathaniel or Miranda? "Mr. Mick, you're here! That's great!" Mick's line of thought was cut off by the female servant. He looked at her. "What is it?" "Mr. Skye heard that madam is hurt so he came with supplements. He's in the living room now and is talking to madam. I'm here to ask Mr. and Mrs. Walker out. However, they seemed to be busy." The servant gave Mick a strange look. Carl, Violet, and Whitney were sleeping, so she didn't dare to wake them up.

He asked airily. "Becky!" She said happily. George had worn the necklace and raised his brow surprisingly. He looked at the mirror. "You saw Rebecca?" He said doubtfully. "Mhm!" She hummed, "She looks different now. She dresses classy, has a personal maid and has a daughter." "A daughter? Are you sure of what you're saying?" He asked eagerly. "Of course. She is married woman now." She said calmly, "She doesn't stay in this village anymore. She stays with her husband in Gardenstown."

” I instructed firmly, hoping she would take the offer. "Okay, sir,” Beckey replied. She still sounded confused and I don't blame her because April wasn’t there for an interview for a personal assistant; she was one of my managers at St. Helena Island. As I ended the call, I found myself smiling. I knew if I had her close to me, I would figure out what was going on. Who she was and where she came from. If someone saw me now, they would surely think I was losing my mind. I looked at the time and saw that it was past three in the morning.

Beckham stood in the center of the room, her presence cold. My smile faded, “Mrs. Beckham,” I greeted her with a curt nod. Mrs. Beckham was the female version of my father, so I spoke, a knot formed in my stomach as her presence gnawed at me. She didn’t return my pleasantries. Instead, she placed a crisp white envelope on the burly wood table, her eyes boring into mine. “Open it,” she instructed, her tone strict and firm. I hesitated for a second before crossing the room.

Your uncle Jayden went on a little trip and you know what ,he isn't back yet but when he returns I would tell him to come see you guys ,you know "I explain looking at Beckley ,who had a cold look on his face . "You know what mom ,I think you should stop explaining it's not like he doesn't have his personal life after all Campbell ``said . Beckley didn't say a word and that made me feel a little uneasy . Beckley is the eldest and the closest to Jayden , amongst my kids ,he was the coldest and most calm ,he hardly says a word and he does his stuff quietly . I know he's just 5 but yet he posses the character of a 20 year old .

Liana wanted Alice branded as a mistress and paraded as a social pariah! "Thank you, everyone, for your concern. Mr. Beckett and I will be sure to notify everyone once we have news to share." She gave the cameras a comely smile. "As for Mr. Beckett's ex-wife … I know very little about Ms. White. Please don't attack her. She and Mr. Beckett are no longer together. Let her live in peace."

“Welcome to the Fieldston Women’s Circle, Kimberly. I hope you do enjoy yourself. And I certainly hope today is the first of many visits for you.” She smiled again before another member gently pulled her away. Vivienne leaned closer. “See? That wasn’t so bad, was it? I told you, we don’t bite here.” I laughed. The next introduction came almost immediately as we proceeded in—a petite brunette named Eleanor Whitmore, whose husband, I was told by Vivienne, owned one of the city’s largest architectural firms. She greeted me with genuine warmth. Then afterwards came Patricia Monroe, an accomplished plastic surgeon with an easy smile and infectious laugh.