Mrs Jellyby Novels & Stories

"You're the one who's been behind the organization? But why? What's your endgame?" Mrs. Jenkins' laughter echoed through the clock tower, the sound sending shivers down Emma's spine. "Ah, my dear Julian. You're so predictable. The endgame is power, of course. And I've been playing the long game. Now, let's see how well you've been paying attention, shall we?" As Mrs. Jenkins' eyes gleamed with a sinister light, Emma's mind reeled with questions. What could Mrs. Jenkins possibly want with Sarah's rare disease?

Unfortunately, the peonies were still in the marble-like stage because they only started fully blooming in late spring. "Apologies, but may I ask why you’re here?" Someone rebuked me and Gloria out of nowhere. I flinched, but then realized who this cynical-eyed woman was. "We were just taking a stroll. Wait, could you be Mrs. Gillian–the head-maid?" "Pardon, have we met before, Miss?" Mrs. Gillian turned around and ignored my question. Her eyes narrowed, regarding me with a hint of suspicion. "Perhaps you've forgotten. I'm Peony Crimson, Mrs. Gillian. I once helped you make raspberry jam and grow carrots and potatoes in the greenhouse." I explained.

Thumberlind. Mrs. Thumberlind is a 70 year old lady that almost always occupies us with her eternal complains of excess noise against Mrs. Omman, her Jamaican neighbor and also has advance years and lives upstairs to her. Peter and I heard her complains patiently, pretending to write down the details. “Where has it been seen to hear Bob Marley as loud as that? You can search her apartment and I’m sure you’ll find marijuana hidden there. Did you write that down and understand everything, detective Cumming?”

Jenny Mckenzie coughed badly as she reminisced the past. The maid jerked back to reality to ran to her mistress with tablets and water. “Miss... I am very worried about your health....your health is getting worse day by day....” Jade Middleton said to her mistress worriedly. “Shh Jade! Be quiet! Hazel must not listen and know of it ever! The doctor has said I will get better with treatment. Don’t worry! Your mistress is a strong woman...” Jerry jerked off her very old maid of 20 years and shook her head.

Finally I got a job. Anita, the senior assistant of this house, drive me to Mr. Kusuma Adijaya's house. On the way, Anita explained about him. He is the eldest son of Great Madame, and has one daughter named Amelia Adijaya. His daughter is already in the second grade of junior high school. My job is to take care of the house from A to Z and once a week Anita will come to check everything in written reports. Including cooking, shopping, tidying up the house, until financial reports.

Mrs Jenkins sat quietly, her eyes fixated on a picture of her family that adorned the wall. "Isla," she spoke softly, her voice filled with urgency and desperation. "I need your help. I know I am your prisoner, but I have information that could ensure the safety of this pack." I felt a mixture of surprise and curiosity, my gaze fixed on Mrs. Jenkins. She had always been a mysterious figure, unpredictable and dangerous. But her words intrigued me, and I leaned in, eager to hear more.

Oliver gulped and stuttered, “V-Very pretty.” “Really? How pretty?” Yale had always been a lecher. It went without saying that someone who could captivate Zephyr must not look too bad. He suddenly felt an itch. He wondered how Zephyr’s woman would feel. Oliver said, “Mr. Yale, the woman’s name is Cordelia Jenner. The Jenners are quite influential in Jangasas, but Cordelia’s an illegitimate daughter and isn’t really accepted by the family. “I met Cordelia a few times for business purposes. Not only is she pretty, but she’s an efficient worker as well. She really isn’t like ordinary girls.”

Theodore stared at her. For one second, she thought he would explode. Instead, he looked away. Mrs. Blythe inhaled slowly. “The girl’s name was Celeste.” The name entered the room gently. Too gently. Like a body lowered into water. “She worked in the laundry,” Mrs. Blythe continued. “This was before my time as housekeeper. I was a maid then. Seventeen. Stupid enough to think the rich were cruel because they were unhappy, not because cruelty had served them well.”

“....oh! I see.” Silence did its job for about a minute. Mrs Jocelyn applied a fresh layer of lipstick. Repaired her mascara and…. That was my first time seeing Mrs Jocelyn trying to look her best. On a normal note, Jocelyn didn't care much about her looks. She was good-looking to an extent but her aura said and did it all. “So?.” “Fetch your driver. I am game,” she let out a rough cackle like she was having a hard time laughing.

he shrugged his shoulders and turned to his brother which standing next to him, and give a silent exchange of looks. “Stop with that look, I know you’re not going to do anything to me. But do continue to prepare your plan against me, I’ll be waiting for you anytime.” Jilly smiled sarcastically at them and walk further into the shop because her original plan was to buy some bread and jams, so she was going to get it. “I’ll have one plain and wheat bread, two marmalades, and these two.” She pointed to the sliced cakes that caught her attention. Some sweets to drown her bitter mood sounded like fun.