Mrs Jellyby Novels & Stories

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.

"Why don't we take Lilly outside for a bit. We have guards every ten feet. We are safe out in the back yard." Jenny, Lilly, and Annie, all stand up and follow him to the back yard. I find myself looking down at Jonas as Chef comes up behind me grabbing my plate. "You know, boss, you look great with a kid in your arms." I smile at him as he goes around the table collecting plates. "I do, don't I?" He nods. "I also wanted to present an idea." I nod to him, letting him know it's okay to continue. "So, I have this friend. She is looking for a job. She's been a maid for the last forty years over at the Brighton mansion."

Not even a single clue that he is stressed. He’s sitting at his table while the girl is sitting in his swivel chair. I couldn’t see who it was since Ace was blocking her. All I can see is her long brown hair and she was somewhat familiar. I gulped. That can't be right. I can't be right. My eyes widened when I saw Ace leaning closer to her. I can feel my throat getting dry. It was Jelly. I was frozen at the moment. My hands were trembling with the sight that I dropped the packed meals that I cooked and brought. I couldn't feel anything.

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.”

The one Arthur couldn't see because he was too busy looking at the horizon. I looked at Mrs. Gable. "She wasn't right about me finding my way back to the earth. She was right about you too. You kept this for me. You stayed by his side all those years watching him destroy everything just to make sure this stayed safe." Mrs. Gable said, "I was the gardeners assistant.. The garden is finally ready for the harvest."

“....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.

In a while, his mom comes to them when her conversation ends. Mrs. John instructs Ellen to take Judy to the showroom and assist her in selecting a dress. As Ellen is Judy's husband, he is expected to help her choose the best possible option. Judy's eyes widen in shock and here's Ellen smirking amusingly.

Prim and proper. See? Why did everything have to be so hard with that girl? “Mr Bayes, the food for the girls is ready.” Ma Jules breathed, a faint smile on her coffee-coloured face as she watched me pace about the room. Ma Jules, with her dark mocking eyes and the light sneer on her twig-thin lips, had been my chief handmaiden for the past century. She would tell you if you’d asked- although I hardly recommend asking a wry, old witch the day she was born if you weren’t willing to lose a few years off yours- that she was all but sixty years old when in fact, she was closer to six hundred.