Mrs Beauregarde Novels & Stories

She watched him drink out of his glass nonchalantly, oblivious to the sudden rush of curiosity his words had just unearthed. "Who's that?" She asked. His eyes darted to hers, running from one of hers to the other. "Stop it. You don't know who Macy Beaumont is?" Elizabeth slowly shook her head, muttering the word, "No." She watched him observe her closely. After a while, he began to smile. "Well, shit. Never in my days would I have thought that I would meet a female who doesn't know Macy Beaumont." "Who is she?" "Macy Beaumont is one of America's most sought after models. A french goddess, complete with poise and natural seduction. A woman who knows she's wanted," he ended, taking a drink out

My cheeks blushed instantly. Mom nudged my arm and told me to immediately greet Mrs. Bechaxon. After a brief introduction Mrs. Bechaxon began to give a schedule to be attended. I just learned that she was a woman of panther descent who was married to a sergeant at the Vadawolf Army Institute.

I said and grandma chuckled. "What?" "You're worried about her? She's a smart girl." I raised my eyebrows when grandma said that. "But still grandma.." I said and at the same time.. I heard the door opened. I turned my head to the door and found Beverly walking in. She's wearing a black nike sports bra and nike shorts. She unplugged her earphones and walked inside. She took off her shoes and when she saw me.. she smiled. My eyes went down to her flat stomach. Her body is full of sweat and I closed my eyes. She does know how to make a man go crazy.

He held on to my right shoulder, so I turned to face him. "Will you take your hand off my shoulder or I'll turn you into a mouse?" I raised my left eyebrow, glaring at his cold yet undeniably handsome face. "Whoops!" He immediately took his hand off my shoulder. "You two! What are you waiting for?" The guard on the table called us. He's looking at me from head to toe right now. I quickly walk towards him and say, "My name is Alenna Delevigne from the city of Nalaknabak. I'm a..."

Professor Sterling was already there, along with Madame Beaumont—a petite woman in her thirties with dark curls and paint stains on her fingers. "You must be our new deportment instructor," she said warmly. "Helena mentioned you'd be joining us. I'm Vivienne Beaumont, though the students call me Madame." "Camryn Chavez." "Sit, sit. The food here is actually quite good." She gestured to the spread of fresh bread, fruit, eggs, things I hadn't seen in weeks. "Sterling and I were just discussing the students. Have you taught before?" I'd rehearsed this. "A small school in the outer districts. Unfortunately, it burned down last year."

My eyes immediately found Isabella. “Alvara!” she waved, practically bouncing with excitement. “Come here!” I joined them just as our manager stepped forward. Clara Beaumont has a presence that commands attention naturally. She doesn’t need to raise her voice, yet when she spoke, everyone listened. “I assume you’ve all heard the news,” she began. A few nodded. “Yesterday, Maison Aurelle boutique received an official visit from the Hawthorne Luxury And Fashion Division” Even though I already knew, hearing it out loud made my chest tighten.

Oh, the foolish things sentiments made us do. "There's somewhere I have to be, I just uh...came here to be sure of what I saw on the internet," she dabbed the corner of her eyes with the hem of her royal blue, deep V-cut dress. "I'd be back soon to catch up on all the details and I'd most assuredly invite you to dinner sometime soon. It's just so hard to believe Jackson now has someone- " her voice broke as she spoke. Mrs. Jones cleared her throat and gave Maria one last adoring gaze, something about the way she looked made Maria feel warm.

Never ever. I shifted in my seat as Richmond discussed the contract over with the client. Mrs Beaumont, an american born woman who moved to France to start a designing company and was interested in doing business with our company, Richmond was particularly high strung about the deal and he'd spent the whole car ride here rehearsing certain phrases and running over behaviour with me to make sure I didn't say the wrong thing, as if I would've, he's barely let me say a word beside my name since we sat down. Mrs. Beaumont had amassed millions over the years and was looking for an investment company to help her make a little more money for herself and apparently our investment company came high

"I thought you might move back. Why else do you return to Gordes this often?" "Because it's my home? Because I want to see my family?", I shook my head at him. "You are surprising me with your shallow ideas, Gerald." "It's still mayor for you, Michael!", Gerald yelled. "Then it's Master of Business Administration Beaumont for you. Or Monsieur d'Beaumont. You have no power over me." "Anybody could get a Master's degree in business!" "Why don't you have one then, maire Blanc? ", I asked, my voice raised at him. I gave him a chiding glance, just like I did in the company when somebody was acting stupid.

The house felt strangely quiet the next morning. Arielle noticed it the moment she came downstairs. Lucien was already gone. Margaret was arranging flowers in the dining room when Arielle stepped into the kitchen. “Good morning, Miss Laurent,” Margaret said warmly. “Morning.” Arielle opened the cabinet and reached for a mug. “Mr. Moreau left early today,” Margaret added casually. Arielle paused for half a second before continuing to pour coffee. “Oh.” “He said he had meetings all morning.”