Mrs Jellyby Novels & Stories

Her ink-black hair is straight without a single wave. "You must be Cordelia," the woman tries again, holding out her hand. "Jennifer Madison." Ah, this must be Tilly's mother. "Jenny," a deep voice, smooth as melted chocolate, calls from the other room. "Who's the company?" Jenny steps aside, waving us in. "Let's not stand out in the cold," she shivers. "It might snow." "Snow?" "I don't know about that, Ma'am," Wally smiles, pulling off his hat as he enters the room, his blonde hair creased where the brim had rested. "Rain's more like. Maybe a bit of sleet. Too early in the year for snow."

She confidently and shyly said to Hailey, “That’s correct. I was one of the universally recognized beautiful ladies of Holtbay City. Regrettably, the other two ladies have departed. I am the only one left among those three ladies.” “That’s really amazing,” Hailey was a bit surprised. She had just casually praised Mrs. Lilian. Unexpectedly, Mrs. Lilian was indeed a locally famous, beautiful woman. Upon reflection, there was nothing unusual about her appearance. Among all the descendants of the Blake family, the men were handsome, and the women were beautiful. Their genes were clearly very good. “You haven’t seen my old photographs, have you?” Mrs. Lilian asked. Hailey said, “I have seen the p

She lowered her voice as much as she could to drown out her angry voice, and graciously asked Celica: "Are you going home Celica? I hasn't finished cooking the kelp soup yet, wait until the rain stops and then come back, kelp soup is my forte, don't blame me!" Celica nodded her thanks to Mrs. Ferty, she went to Mr. Tybur's side and looked him straight into his eyes, half-lidded with tension, and said: "What's the matter with you coming here, Mr. Tybur? Don't you have an important appointment with Mrs. Conie right now?"

Her eyes reddened from the burning sensation on her skin. “Who are you?” Bobby pulled Jean behind him. The middle-aged woman wearing expensive jewelry was none other than Mrs. Moss, who was here for Jean. She pointed at Jean with an angry look on her face. “This shameless woman seduced my son. Because of her, my son is now hospitalized.” She raised her hand and said to the people behind her. “It is her. Rip her clothes off for me. I would like to see what makes her so proud of herself.”

she says and starts walking down a passage. I have no choice but to follow her. The house is massive. We make our way through different passages and hallways, passing by dozens of rooms before we reach a large kitchen. The comforting smell of freshly baked bread and roasted coffee beans have my mouth salivating. The kitchen is bustling with activity. The girl leads me to a stool at the kitchen counter. “Good morning Deary, I am Mrs Wells the housekeeper. Make yourself at home” an elderly lady says, making her way to the counter. She wipes her hands on the apron around her waist. She is covered in flour and her face is flushed from the heat of the oven.

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.

The shadow in the corner of the room, near the closet, shifted. It wasn't an intruder. It was Mrs. Gable, their live-in nanny. A sweet, grandmotherly woman who had been with them for two years. She was standing perfectly still, her face a mask of serene emptiness. And in her hand, she held a syringe. The needle glinted under the nursery's soft light, filled with a clear, ominous liquid. "Mrs. Gable?" Zara's voice was a whisper, fractured with disbelief. "What are you doing?"

It looked as if we had ordered half the menu in a single sitting. “Food really is life, isn’t it?” Jelly said. “Oh, absolutely.” I leaned back, resting a hand over my stomach as I breathed in the delicious aroma around us. “Besides, my metabolism’s fast, so I’m not that worried about gaining weight… and honestly? Nights like this are rare.” “But, Madame… why do you think Madame Queen did this?” Jelly asked, her brows furrowing as she poked at her plate. “It’s so mean of her. Why would she lie and say the attire was casual?”

"You're just jealous of everything I have!" With a graceful step, Emily put her arm around Haley’s shoulder. She gave Eleanor a chilly look. "One of the richest men in Vest city, Edward Kane, is the only granddaughter of my goddaughter. Jellyfish is a well-known artist. The Jellyfish Foundation was founded by her. Tell me, what specifically about you would she be envious of? Talent? Family history? Character? Is she meant to be envious of your cruelty and depravity? Even as she used the name “Jellyfish” instead of her real name, she is still successful.” Eleanor recoiled at the disdainful stares of the audience. At last, she buried her face in her hands and started crying. "No... that's not