Mrs Beakley Novels & Stories

Kaleah was busy with her new painting she wanted to dedicate to her mother all day, she had realized that she had little to no picture of her and she wanted to paint her before she forgot her beautiful face. She had felt eyes on her, but she had assumed it was Melisa since she would come and admire her or give her food every once in a while. But she had been mad wrong, she had taken a glance at the door wanting to greet Melisa only to be greeted by a pair of eyes she would rather not meet. “Ah... Mr. Beckett, welcome home.” Even living in the same house, she had done a decent job avoiding being confronted by him again. She had even gone as far as to learn his schedule by heart.

“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.

Mrs Moore was more than anxious to learn about Simeon. I watched as her facial expressions began changing. 'Oh, God! I knew she was gonna come back again to her old question.' That was what I thought. How wrong I was, Mrs Moore was far from what I thought she was gonna do at that moment. "What can I offer you, Becky?" She got to her feet for the second time and gazed at me as she awaited my response. "Hey, nothing!" I said excitedly. Startled, she responded. "What do you mean by nothing? You don't wish to take anything?"

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."

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 .

Her skin is fair and beautiful and at a glance you can tell that you are rich, have a high standard of living and are also a bit scary. "She's Mr. Woods's Mommy. Mrs. Rarah Woods. She's scary." I nodded at what Miss Bea said next to me. Miss Jessie was on the other side of me and Justin was next to her. They were all holding papers because they said a lot would be said at the meeting that would change the jobs of others as bank tellers and encoders. Except for me who is Mr Woods' secretary. "Mrs. Rarah is scary. You're beautiful Kellah, but I'm not sure if you passed on Mr. Woods's Mommy." I stopped at what Miss Bea said. What does that have to do with me?