Mrs Mellark Novels & Stories

I could hear a thump and I feel a smile start to appear on my face. Walking inside, I see my cousin Jackson standing over my special guest. Andrew Mack. A cook who works at the Romani's. I had my boys go and pick him up when night when he was walking to his car alone. He's been here for about three days and so far hasn't had anything to drink or eat. His body is getting weaker by the minute and I just want to crush his spirit. I want him to get his hopes up and then kill them. I want to see his face light up and then go pale. I want him to suffer.

DARLINGTON'S POV. Attending to my clients for the day, I didn't bother to check on Amara or to introduce her to any of the staff as my wife. "No way," I said. I picked up my phone and immediately called Mrs. Sarah to get me lunch. Mrs. Sarah is a young lady in her twenties, but she was older than Amara by a year. Spending time working in my office, I picked up my phone and phoned Sarah, informing her what to get for me.

“What are you tired of? Is there such a thing as exercising in a dress?” She let Arini continue walking towards her boarding house. Her name was Marsiah, known as Mrs. Mar. An old-timer in RW 2. Her house was next to Mr. RT Jamil. A trusted source of gossip throughout RW 2. Nothing came out of Mrs. Mar's mouth except facts. That's why she was curious why Arini looked different from usual. “What's wrong with that child?” “Eh Mrs. Mar. Where are you going?” greeted Mrs. Entin.

The duplicitous of her personality makes her irksome to be communicated with. She could be as stubborn as a mule when it comes to the guy she likes, in her case, it is The CEO of the No-Aging brand, Mr. Dallin Clynt. Mallory has an oval face shape, with a high forehead and angular edges. Her curves make her body look sexier. She has beautiful long eyes and is hazel in color. She has shining red hair that reaches her shoulders. She is 5 feet 5 inches tall and is a powerful wolf.

She believes in her spirit that nothing can harm her as long as she is strong within herself. "I will not let anyone ruin this day for me!" Promising herself one last time, she started her car. ***** It’s a big event for the fashion world. The very famous fashion designer, Melissa Millar, known as the queen MM, is having her fancy designs exhibited by the top models of America. Melissa Millar is a twenty seven years old beautiful woman also known as the heartbreaker of the state. This famous fashion designer can top the look of the best model of the New York fashion industry.

Marilyn entered at the same time giving me a comforting nod with Bethel behind her carrying a pile of documents in hand. Jake had arrived and appeared to be avoiding my eyes. Mark had a pleased expression on his face. I clenched my fist, digging my nails into my palm. “Mrs Mccatty, do you care to explain this?” One of the board members questioned with a distasteful glare as a file was passed to me. I reached for the file, opening it gingerly. My eyes bulged out in disbelief at the reveal of the

Suddenly, a thought struck him, and he said, "Ms. Lara, given Mr. Reath's attitude, do you think Mr. Cole could be the mysterious figure that has been the talk of Drunham City lately? But that person’s surname is Miller, and everyone calls him Mr. Miller, while Liam's surname is Cole." Lara initially decided to ignore Mr. Young, but his words made her pause, and she began to ponder deeply. Mr. Miller was the talk of Drunham City, a figure shrouded by countless rumors. The most captivating among them was that Mr. Miller was not only the owner of the Misty Manor but also the major investor behind Kolten.

“Old Mr. Peterson retired six years ago!” Before Vincent could say more, a deep voice came from Ms. Ermingard’s phone. “Hello?” said the voice, “Ms. Ermingard?” “Yes, Professor Morell,” Ms. Ermingard set the speaker phone on as she searched other records in her computer. “I have a Charles Morell here, I’m wondering if he’s one of yours?” “A Charles?” Professor Morell asked. “I don’t believe we have a Charles... Can I have his full name?”

On the left hand side sat a woman in her 30s, she was dressed in a black and white one piece suit combo, her heels were not seen due to the table, her hair was platinum blonde, while her skin was light she coated her lips with red matte lipstick, and a frown on her face, She was Miranda Smart, the woman in charge of Marketing at Black Entertainment. To Miranda's left was the Manager in charge of Black Entertainment, Justin Arnell, the no 2 man after Mr Black who sat at the right of the head of the table. At his left were DD, Doris Denver and Fredrick Onair, they were mainly in charge of production. They were all very intimidating and looked the part with their stern looks, and were certainl

Mehr's mind was cooled at that- because the woman is old. "No, but tell him it's an emergency." she smiled politely at the woman and the woman took the telephone next to her computer She pressed the phone on her left ear and looked at her computer checking if he doesn't have any meeting now and it was cleared. "What's your name Ma'am?" she asked with the phone still pressed on her ear. "Mehr Malik." she whispered not wanting him t9 hear her voice and she's also nervous. "You can go in, Ma'am," she smiled at her, thinking who this girl is that could go in and meet him without any appointment. The only people that could do that are his friends, mother and sister.