Mrs Nice Novels & Stories

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,"

"He's more than a creep. Ignore him" Scarlet nodded, his eyes widened as she saw Mrs. Martin walking towards them in a short silver dress and silver heels, her blonde hair was sparkling so brightly under the chandelier while her steps were so solid and sophisticated and her face, a beautiful smile laid, Scarlet couldn't take her eyes off her, she looked like a model walking down the red carpet, one might think she had never carried a child in her womb before. "My baby!" She squealed, immediately enclasping Scarlet. "I thought you won't come" she withdrew from the hug and kissed both of Scarlet's cheeks.

My assistant’s name appeared on the screen. Nina: Morning, boss. Reminder: 10:30 call with Gracie Marie’s team. Wedding inquiry. Nina: Big budget. Very big. Like, “make vendors cry happy tears” big. I stared at the message while drinking my coffee. Gracie Marie. Model. Viral. Blonde. Beautiful in a way that made skincare brands sound like religion. I had seen her face on billboards along Sunset Boulevard, in perfume campaigns, at parties I did not want to attend but had to.

She blinks again. I rotate my neck to ease the kinks lodged in them, stretching my legs forward so our feet touch. I don’t have a picture of Nicole but I let my memory serve. “Your mummy. Her name was Nicole. She was very pretty.” I flash her a grin and let her hair loose. She has soft hair like her mother. “You have her eyes.” A faint knock sounds on the door. I glance at my water painting. I am no less horrible than the twins.

The maids chorused as they lined up into a single file and slightly bowed their heads. Alex shook his head in response before his eyes caught on his mum, Mrs Brown, a woman in her late forties. She looked young and attractive with her glittering soft skin. No sign of a slight wrinkle on her face. In short, she was an epitome of beauty and a well-respected public figure in the society. She was elegantly dressed in a well-tailored blue suit and a short Mini skirt, her pink high heels were making a tick-tock sound on the 3d floor that was designed as if an aquarium was underneath them.

Upon entering the boutique, we're greeted by a vivacious woman with striking ginger hair and luminous blue eyes. "Welcome, Mr. Mendes and Miss Pierce. I've been expecting you," she says with a warm smile, introducing herself as Maggie. Her greeting suggests that arrangements were made in advance, and I'm once again struck by the realization that I was not privy to these plans. My irritation resurfaces.

Jessica politely shook her hand, "Hello, I'm Jessica Miller, nice to meet you!" "Don't be so polite, I'm Grace's friend, we'll have plenty of opportunities to meet in the future." Nancy was very surprised. She looked young in the photos, but in person, she looked even younger. Pure and fresh, the professional suit didn't match her, is she really the top secretary trained by Lionel?

A last glance at the mirror told me I looked perfect and was fine to go. My hands held my phone tightly before I sauntered into the elevator, walking out when it dinged. Mrs. Michael wasn't hard to miss. Although I was sure she would be in her late 50s, she didn't dress that way. She was slender and could have a few young men's hearts missing a bit when they walked past her, and she had beauty that could rival queens, and she would still be undefeated. She also had the aura of a nonsensical woman and a go-getter.

She could never tell what he was thinking, all she knew was he was the most gorgeous man alive and she was happy to work for him because he paid well. Nate Madden watched the woman on the screen with the wild red curls that gave her chocolaty complexion an exotic look and smiled - though his secretary couldn’t tell if it was a smile or a grimace. Rachel Rivers. She was the woman who had almost unwittingly ruined his reputation.