Mrs Nice Novels & Stories

she whispered smiling. I frowned, then smiled and shook my head. "Oh, maybe she forgot. Excuse me, Mrs. Rani," she said goodbye, carrying a plastic kitchen waste. I answered with a nod and a smile. Great Madame seemed to be like that. Maybe the jewelry set was a bonus? Oh, that's impossible. Indeed, rich people sometimes act beyond reason. Who knows? *** [Rani, I ask for food. I am hungry]

Maybe she shouldn’t. “Elaine, over here!” She turned to Liam, who was at a booth in the back corner. Sitting beside him was an older woman, dressed like this were a business meeting. Suit, slacks, and dress shoes. Elaine suddenly felt very underdressed in her jeans and sweater. She walked over to Liam, leaning over to whisper. “What is going on?” “You’ll find out in a second,” he replied, then louder, “This is Mrs. Bennett.” “Oh, please, call me Nancy,” the woman said and stood up, offering her hand to Elaine. Elaine took it. Nancy had dark hair, though signs of age around her eyes and mouth. She carried herself like a woman who knew her worth.

he replied, and I overheard a feminine giggle in the background, but I was so carried away by the excitement that washed over me, which sent a shiver down my spine. "Okay, bye then," I said. I hung up the call and faced all our friends again. "Way to go, babe," Nicki muttered. She was an elegant-looking lady, dressed in a long silver gown, well-designed with white stones. "Did he buy into the pretense?" Maria asked, her voice soft and firm. Maria, a pretty lady with a long, beautiful jawline, dressed in a short red gown, complimented her glowing long blonde hair and white shoes, saying, "Oh, my gosh," she's so sweet with her red lips and her white Gucci bag.

"You're right, he has no reason not to do it again. I was just trying to cheer myself up. As you can see, I'm boring, I'm old, and no longer attractive. I—" "You're so beautiful, Mrs. Meiyer!" "What are you—" "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, even without a lick of makeup on your face, you look stunning." ***

No way. The moment the call ended a few minutes later, Mila couldn’t hold back her curiosity any longer. Forgetting her vow of silence, she turned slightly toward him. “Is that Jocelyn Mercer?” Mila asked, her voice carrying a hint of excitement. “The leading figure from one of the top interior design companies?” Arine glanced at her, a small smile touching his lips. “Yes, the same one. Our companies are partnering on a significant project soon.Today’s meeting will iron out the final terms.”

Maxima Davenport didn’t know it yet, but she’d just become the answer to his desperate request, the perfect pretender… She was about to become his perfect fake “Mrs. Right”.

Anusha asserts definitively, striding purposefully toward Gwen, who's indulging in her favorite chocolate mousse. Gwen's jaw-dropping beauty is no joke here. her presence commands attention effortlessly. Her radiant beauty is accentuated by the striking purple party dress she adorns, capturing the admiration of all who lay eyes on her. Her flawless face adorned with light makeup, coupled with the necklace gracefully draping along her collarbone, amplifies her allure, drawing the gaze of the guests while she remains oblivious to the attention. "What brings you here? This isn't a gathering for someone of your caliber!" Mrs. Nicole remarks, disregarding any impact on her status as the mother of

She stares intensely at my screen for a few seconds and smiles. " Yes! Yes! This will do, Eliza! D******d it! "She exclaims, and I shake my head at her before tapping the d******d button. It soon begins to d******d, when a notification pops up on my screen. *Do you want to be beautiful? Do you want all your dreams to come true? We have the answers to your prayers. *It read. I stare blankly at the pop-up, and Athena swipes it off my screen.

The old man declared. "You praise me too much sir" Nicole replied shyly. Allen smiled. He was glad she came over to sit down beside him. "You are more beautiful than I thought"the woman beside the old man complimented. This girl is beautiful. She wished she could be her daughter in-law. "Thank you ma'am" Nicole replied, glancing at Allen who smiled from the corner of his mouth. "This is Mr and Mrs Patrick and this is Ms Nicole Elias, our company senior designer" Allen introduced.

the lady replied smoothly. From the corner of her eye, Emma saw Mrs. King smiling warmly at Martha, while Mr. King remained entirely focused on his phone. Deeply relieved that the master of the house wasn't paying attention to her yet, Emma took the opportunity to assess the lady's appearance. The woman was stunning. She appeared to be in her late forties, yet the flawless smoothness of her complexion and the sheer elegance of her luxury clothing gave her the appearance of being effortlessly, timelessly beautiful. Her eyes were honey-coated—easily the most stunning hazel eyes Emma had ever seen.