Mrs Nice Novels & Stories

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.”

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]

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.

My lazy stroll down the long hallway in the direction of the kitchen is halted by the sight of my nightmare before me—Mrs. Mazur. Her arms are fallen straight down against the long floral dress that well accentuates her curvy figure. She is the perfect criterion of beauty and glamour, the qualities that her daughter Ana inherited. I wouldn't be surprised to learn that she was a supermodel at her early age. Not like she has aged anyway. Her skin is still glowing as if she were a sweet sixteen with no traceable wrinkles. Money is sweet.

Mrs Janice hung up and alighted the car. As soon as she stepped out, several employees crowded her, immediately recognizing her as Mrs Janice Cooper, Noah Cooper's mother and owner of a big cosmetics company in New York. She smiled at the attention, following them into the boutique. Meanwhile, Charlene had just dropped Harry in school and was running to meet Vicky at a boutique. She got to the place but Vicky was nowhere in sight so she decided to call. “Where are you?” “Come inside.” She tucked the phone away and made her way into the boutique, absolutely mesmerized by how posh and expensive it looked. She had never set foot in such a place, she was rather worried and confused about her pre

"Oh, my gosh, Grace, you look so different, in a good way, Harvard is good to you I must say," Nicole said in greeting when Grace walked towards her, she hugged her. "I can say the same ma'am, you look really good too, I mean you have always been beautiful but let's just say, love makes you glow differently, I am guessing your husband is doing a good job with you," "Of course, let's go inside," "Of course," She answered and followed Nicole into the mansion, all the while she was wowing and stuff, Nicole laughed at her expression. "Okay, people are rich, I can't relate,"