Mrs Nice Novels & Stories

But you can't blame me,I live in a rented small apartment so I was shocked this whole house belongs to just one person. We got inside,an elderly woman greeted us,i guess she is his house help or nanny.i can't help but notice he is very kind to her. "this is Mrs Martha,she will show the hallway" he said as he went up the stairs "how rude "I thought. Miss Lucy this way she said,oh okay. I followed her to the hallway,I saw a portrait of a very beautiful woman, must be his mother,she had a very beautiful smile just like Richard,we got to the hall where the dinner party was gonna take place.

Slowly, I raised my head to stare at Mrs Madonna who was watching me silently. “First of all, I would like to thank you for welcoming us into your home and allowing us to stay. I know…it was sudden.” A nervous smile took over my features. I thought it would be good if I thanked her for being kind to us. The previous day was so busy that I didn't get a chance to talk or appreciate her generosity. Mrs Madonna is a big name in the fashion industry. An icon and a role model for many, both the young and old. I envisioned meeting her someday and having a little chat. However, I never thought that our paths would cross in such a situation.

The number one wealthiest woman in the whole of the USA. “I... I just want to help the older woman with her hair, I mean no harm, sir.” Scarlet fearfully stammered to the guard who was standing gallantly in front of her. “Let her be, Marcellus!” Mrs. Browns spoke strictly to the chief of the guards. “Yes, Mrs. Browns!” Marcellus bowed and stepped aside for Scarlet to pass. “Good evening, ma’am!” Scarlet greets courteously with a bow after walking closer to the woman.

Attention to detail is paramount, with an emphasis on creating a visually appealing and memorable dining environment. Terry and his mother, Miranda are sitting together, discussing as they enjoys their drinks in the beginning. Miranda Nashville, a captivating woman who embodies both beauty and modern prosperity. With her striking features and confident demeanor, she effortlessly commands attention wherever she goes. Her timeless elegance is accentuated by a wardrobe that effortlessly blends the latest fashion trends with classic sophistication.

I shake my head, “Thank you mam but i'd like to know if you saw a girl come in here earlier? She had long black hair, mid-back length, she has a small figure and her eyes are grey.” The lady thinks back to the earlier hours of the day, “El, did you serve the lady today with grey colour eyes?” Another lady comes out of the back but she is a bit younger. She smiles at me as she talks to the older lady, “Yeah, odd colour for eyes ay?” she smiles between both of us. “Thank you! Did you maybe see where she walked after she left here?” I ask and her smile disappears. She points to the street of the firm, “Over the road and past there i couldn't see anything.” I thank her as I run out of the diner

I mumbled to myself. “ welcome sir and you too ma'am.” A fine young lady dressed in a bright yellow gown with a name tag’ Nicole’ pinned on the left side her chest, she was wearing such a warm smile as she walked us across the room and ushered us our seats. “ once again, you are welcome to our beauty spar. Please go ahead and select the services you would like us to start with.” She offered us the brochure. Gosh! Just looking at the list of their services I couldn’t stop myself from wearing such a huge smile.

Hello dear readers! This is a free chapter for you <3 Your comments mean more to me than what I gain. Please share your thoughts -whatever they are: bad, good, loving, hatred! ***** ***** ***** 58. Dress Decently The front door opens and Miss Jones greets them. “Welcome, Mrs. Raptis.” Then, she looks at Cassie to give her a formal nod. The woman has no cracks in her face despite being in her forties and Cassie admires how flawlessly her dark skin gleams.

She must be well known. We walked our way towards the entrance. Mrs. Marissa pushed open the door herself this time around. And I was greeted with one of the most beautiful living room I've come across. Everything was in white and gold. Like that of a royalty. However I didn't get time to dwell on the surrounding when Mrs. Marissa spoke up. "Good Morning Lady Hera"

A woman approached – elegant, regal, beautiful in a well-preserved kind of way, probably in her late forties or early fifties, skin and figure kept like a woman who had been a stunner in her youth. I wondered, could she be the mark? I slowed down, debating whether to interfere. Just then, a portly woman in a formal gown – she must be Mrs Reynolds – emerged from a side room, all smiles and obsequious warmth. She hurried over to that elegant lady, effusive and flattering, and they walked together towards the mask room. I stepped forward. ‘Good evening.’ ‘Oh, hello,’ Mrs Reynolds said, surprised. Her smile was a touch too tight, a little unnatural.

A man in a navy blazer stood at the front, shuffling papers importantly while checking his watch every few minutes. "First time?" the elderly woman whispered. "Yes," I admitted. "I just moved in." She smiled, revealing a perfect set of dentures. "I'm Mrs. Bernice. I've been here for fifteen years. These meetings used to be useful, now it's just Barrister Grey enjoying the sound of his own voice." As if on cue, the man in the blazer tapped a microphone that screeched in before someone tapped me from the back. The way her blouse clung to her curves left nothing to the imagination. She'd opted for a tight pencil skirt, hiked up just enough to make a man's mind wander to dangerous places.