Mrs Jellyby Novels & Stories

" Hello Mrs Agreste, Im Mrs Flemington, one of the helpers, let me show you where your room is", I will be responsible for the cooking and the laundry, Miss Thomas is responsible for the cleaning, she works part-time and is usually here first thing in the mornings" spoke the elderly lady dressed in maids uniform.

“I wasn’t sure what you’d like, so I made ham and cheese and peanut butter and jelly.” “Peanut butter and jelly?” PB&J? What were they? Eight years old? “It’s what I had in the house. Besides, I wasn’t sure if you ate meat, Billie. Wouldn’t want you starving.” He’d gone into a lot of trouble and there was something endearing about a man who brought a PB&J to a grown woman, a successful lawyer, on their first date. At the zoo. “I’ll have one of each, if it’s okay,” she said.

I whisper so soft that the commander probably didn’t even hear me. “My son is exaggerating. I got the recipe from the Matrons at the Ministry of Females, they will probably teach you the same recipe. If not, I can gladly teach you,” Mrs. Jordan offers kindly while she serves our food. “Thank you,” I repeat. This time, a little louder. “Do you enjoy cooking, Aubrey?” Jareth asks me. “Sure…” I reply making a face.

"I am Mrs. Gable, the head housekeeper. Mr. Blackwood wants perfect order and time in this house. Follow me." Without waiting for an answer, Mrs. Gable turned and walked into the big entrance hall. Clara hurried after her, her old sneakers making soft sounds on the shiny white marble floor. The house was beautiful, with high ceilings and tall pillars, but Mrs. Gable’s stiff back made the whole place feel as cold as a grave.

Amelia looked down and shook her head. Ruby seemed to see her daughter's fierce little face from when she was a kid again, and her smile grew even wider. Ruby looked really beautiful when she smiled, and today she was also wearing a long aqua blue dress, which made her skin look even fairer. There was something about her that made people want to keep looking at her. Silas, who was standing nearby, and a few managers from the Jenkins Group didn't recognize that she was the crazy Mrs. Cromwell everyone talked about.

I should've confronted them and asserted my position, but I couldn't. I watched as they stepped off stage, my husband introducing her to the guests, my chest tightening. Without confronting them, I slowly turned to leave, my legs trembling beneath me. But as I reached for the exit door, a firm hand grasped my arm, roughly spinning me around. I turned and met Avery Gilbert's gaze. She flashed me a troubling smile, locking eyes with me. "The party's just started, where are you off to, Mrs. Elliot... Oops, my bad. I meant, Ms. Flair," she said mockingly.

Grandma is such a good person, why did she become like this? She whispered, "Diana, don't you hate me?" Diana shook his head again. "I don't believe Madam would do such a thing." Rachel West suddenly laughed, laughing at herself. Even Diana would believe her, but James Smith didn't. Entering the room, Rachel West looked at the familiar environment in front of her and felt sad. This room used to be her and James Smith's wedding room, but James Smith never stepped into this room. However, the strange thing is that after five years, this room is still in its original decoration, everything is exactly the same as it was five years ago.

Lily "Jenny Fryxell." Shouted our history teacher from his office while we are waiting outside of his office She gracefully walked inside the office. "Is she always like that?" I asked Jibee "Who? Jenny? Like what?" "Everything she does is beautiful. Over the week, I always observed her. She walks gracefully, talks sophisticated and all." "Yeah, that is why everyone admires her. She's just kind of bitchy." "I know. She won't be the Queen bee for nothing, right?" I chuckled

And if that meant weird Jerry was my new best buddy, so be it. 5) Jill. His mother, Jill, was the best-looking woman in the neighborhood. Hands down. Mrs. Mallory wasn't always half-naked by the poolside, like the aforementioned Danielle. She was too busy watching after her 3 kids, Jerry and the step-kids who were still at home. She was occupied with clubs, causes, and all the other crap that came with being a trophy wife. She still made the occasional pool appearance, but didn't seem to like Danielle's crowd. If I timed it right, I could workout with her in their gym. She was fanatical about her 'personal' time, and spent easily two hours a day in there. Her trainer Donna, yet another hotty

Mrs Jones gave a curt nod before she took her seat opposite Madeline. The butler walked in next with a glass of water. Madeline smiled as she took the glass and sipped some before placing the glass on the side table. “Are you comfortable Ms. Collins?” Mrs Jones asked with her legs now crossed and having her red heels from Hermès latest collection on display. “Very well Mrs Jones. I've been briefed about your birthday coming up in less than a month and I have some designs to show you.” Madeline passed her tablet to the butler who passed it to Mrs Jones.