Mrs Bradford Novels & Stories

"Even if you can't continue your studies at the Werewolf Academy, you can still live comfortably." I tried to smile through the pallor. However, the future Simon spoke of didn't exist for me anymore. At this point, their love and affection were luxuries I could no longer afford. Laila turned on the camera and began recording. "This thesis was written by me at home…" she sobbed. "I never thought my sister would claim it as her own." As she spoke, she turned the camera toward me. Dad, Mom, and Simon all watched closely, as if afraid I might slip.

Had he caught her staring at James? She wrenched her head back to the front, trying to calm her nagging heart. When had Ziegler grown all those strong biceps and abs? He looked quite different and older. Maybe, she shouldn't try to peer at James too much, it would look like she did miss him. The bus started and everyone started talking at the same time. "Hello, folks! Listen up!" The young middle-aged master of the club stood up between the aisles. He was Mr. Bradford, he was freshly married and had decided to create an inspirational club that would help young aspiring students living around the community.

The moment I finished speaking, the crowd burst out laughing, as if they'd just heard a joke. "Abigail Bradford? You've got to be kidding. That woman's a powerful legend in Gryndon, but she's been missing for years. Rumor has it she's died overseas. You're not saying that's you, are you?" "Well, Abigail Bradford is also a Bradford. Could it actually be the same Bradford family?" "No way! The Bradfords only have one daughter."

Beside me, Judith nudged me gently and whispered, "Oh god! I cannot believe I finally get to meet her. I really admire Mrs. Lachlan." Following suit, we all stood to greet her, and a radiant smile illuminated her face as she approached us. Mrs. Lachlan enveloped me in a tight embrace, her touch gentle and comforting as she caressed my face affectionately. Despite my apprehensions, her warm demeanor put me at ease. "Mary, my dear," she began, her voice gentle yet filled with genuine care, "I've heard so much about you from Joseph. He speaks of you with such fondness and admiration. We haven’t really gotten a chance to talk."

She turns to scold me before turning her attention to the man again. "Mr. Ren, this is Lilian, the one I was telling you about," She smiles at him politely. I have heard so much about Ren Bradford. He's said to be the heir to the Bradford empire, and the successor of the empire after his father passed away some years ago. I didn't expect less from an only child anyway.

Joe walked in with a cup of ice cream as the old lady asked him to get a big cup of ice cream for the kid. He placed it on the table before sitting beside Annie. ‘I bought you a big cup of ice cream, go enjoy’ the old lady said with a smile but Brad shook his head. ‘My mother said I should not have more than five spoons of ice cream for my age, the last time I did…my brain was frozen’ he said and held his head, everyone could see how much Kimberly cared for the child but the love of a dad can never be replaced. ‘Brad’ a voice echoed from the door, they all turned to see Kimberly standing there. Mrs. Williams stood up hoping that she was back to her senses but Kimberly looked pale and had no

She smiled sweetly, her eyes wide open in surprise. Mrs Harford was the sweet little lady who lived directly below me and was the oldest occupant in the building. She had a very slight build, kind of reminded me of a bird. That and the fact that she was always dressed for warm weather no matter what time of the year it was. She knitted her own scarves and had hundreds of them. I'd never seen her wear one twice. Today, it was a pink and navy blue one in a plaid pattern.

If only he hadn't lost them, his life could have been different… much happier… After spending some time in the cemetery, he left and headed straight home. **** The sun was just sinking into the horizon when there was a soft knock on his door. He was inside his office, reading some important documents to make use of his time when it happened. He lifted his gaze to the door. “Come in,” he said. The door opened, and a servant came inside. “You have an important letter, Mr. Bradford,” the servant informed him, placing a pink envelope with a ribbon on the table before leaving the room.

Zerina's point of view Mr. Wilson smiled faintly, perhaps sensing the tension that hung in the air. He cleared his throat softly and clasped his gloved hands together. "Please do not let my words trouble your mind, Miss Bradford," he said in that calm, distinguished British tone that made every word sound like a poetry. "Old houses tend to carry old stories, and sometimes, those stories grow larger than truth itself." His lips lifted slightly as he bowed. "If you'll excuse me, I shall see to the evening meal arrangements. Do rest well, miss. You are quite safe here."

CHAPTER FIFTEEN Marcus spent three more days watching Sarah and the children, learning their routines. Sarah visited them every Tuesday and Friday after work, taking the same train, using the same taxi company. The children lived with an older woman named Mrs. Peterson, who had been taking care of them for years. The house was in a quiet neighborhood where people minded their own business. Perfect for what Marcus needed to do. He decided to take Sarah first. She would be easier to grab, and once he had her, he could make her tell him exactly how to get the children without any problems.