Mrs Nice Novels & Stories

"Though I have to say, it's getting crowded around here. Every time I turn around, there's another man from your complicated history showing up." "Nate is not part of my complicated history." "He wanted to be." "No, he didn't" I shook my head. Took another sip of champagne. The bubbles felt sharp against the roof of my mouth. Nate had moved slightly to greet someone else. An older couple. The woman's hair was silver. Perfectly styled. Her dress was probably worth more than my car. Madison tugged on my sleeve. "Mia? Is that your friend?" "Yes, baby. That's Dr. Pierce."

Rita groaned as she tried to smile while putting on her best behavior but it was impossible with the way the elderly woman was pinching her cheeks, gushing over how beautiful she was. "Meet Rita, my son's fiancee", Magdalene said. "Fat chance", Rita muttered before smiling sweetly at the woman. "How are you my dear", the woman said. "I'm fine ma'am, thank you. I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name", Rita said. "Oh, my manners. I'm Mrs Robinson", she smiled. It was then Rita noticed the young woman standing beside her. The women's expression was one filled with pity and Rita racked her head, trying to remember if she had seen the woman before.

He winks at me before giving the loudest clap. At that point, I knew it was me, everything was now falling into place. Well, certainly I didn't know how to react to that, but something in me pushed me to wave, and I did. Surprisingly, it works. After a few more rounds of applause, Sir Mark calms the Hall by clearing his throat. “Listen up everyone,” ahh there he goes again, I hated public speech. He better not call me to talk here. “This is Mrs. Helen, you all know about that, she is the head model in one of the most fast-rising modeling companies in Texas. In addition to her accolades, she married my friend and boss Lucas Dowell, the CEO of Triple Friends Group of companies “

I wasn’t interested in fangirling over my childhood bully. “Miss Allen, may I ask what you’re talking about for the past 10 minutes with miss Haynes?” Our teacher Mrs Smith mentally sending daggers to Ginger. She was furious. Her face reddened with anger and the red dress she was wearing wasn’t even helping either. I looked at Ginger and saw her face lose all colour. Come on Ginger make up some excuse. “uh..” great, she’s dead. “hmm, I’m waiting.” Ginger shifted in her seat. She looked like she wanted to pee herself.

Now he just put in his time the admission because of these paper works a few days of piled up. "Is that how you treat your new investor and help your company, huh? Mr. Benedick Meller? " Voice of a social and high society woman. "Who are you?" Wrinkle forehead. He said. It is beautiful and white. Porcelain complexion. Her lip was red and her cleavage was out of her chest. "Nicole Miranda," smiling it introduced herself. He accepted her handshake with him. "Benedick Meller.." he said immediately. He knew it, knew him. But it's still better to introduce him formally here.

As she looked at everyone with an indifferent gaze, she ignited his sense of competitiveness for some reason. The three's appearance drew everyone's attention. Janice's situation was completely different from people's description, especially when they saw that she was standing by Harold's side. Jessica—Mrs. Miller Senior—couldn't even come near him. She had dolled herself up, even getting a manicure. However, Janice managed to impress everyone with her inherent grace as someone who grew up in a rich family. Compared to Janice, Jessica was like a Christmas tree. Jessica wore the most expensive gown and a lot of accessories.

"Your mom is beautiful." "Was." Nicholas corrected her, and Mary looked up at him, frown lines marring her beautiful face. "The verb should be was, as she is no longer alive. Do you know she was once Miss America in the 1990s?" Mary shook her head, but she could guess how she won the title. She was beyond beautiful, with her luscious dark hair and round face making her look like a doll. She had blue eyes like Nicholas, and they had the same smile.

Her shoulder-length blonde hair caught the morning light streaming through the windows, giving it an almost golden glow. And god! Her hazel eyes, it held this quiet warmth that instantly pulled one in. Her flawless skin made her look effortlessly elegant. And every movement she made carried a calm confidence, coupled with her tailored outfit, which complemented her figure without appearing the slightest bit inappropriate. I realized I had been staring for far too long. Get a grip. You're here to run a company, not admire the secretary. Before I could say anything, she extended her hand politely. "Welcome, sir. I'm Mrs. Nellie Green, your personal secretary. If there's anything you need, plea

I frowned in displeasure at the volume she called my name from. "Senior Mope is around!" She announced and I screamed, running away happily out of the building. I was trying to be careful not to let my skirt fly up to my waist. Our skirts are quite short! She caught me in her arms once I was near her reach. She hugged me tight and I smiled against her chest. Mopelola Ajanaku, Snr Mope, as we usually was one closest person to me in Stockfield. She was in SS3, assistant head prefect girl precisely. She was one of the outgoing students that would be celebrated today.

Rielle says "Oh there you are, My My! Rielle Romano, you look beautiful as always!” The minister’s wife, Mrs smith! A calm and beautiful woman whose aura spoke of class and grace voiced out “I was just telling Mr Smith how you both flatter me, You look gorgeous as always " She says as he hugged the woman "I’m sorry but I would have to whisk Mr Smith now, Please enjoy the ball!” She says sweetly and Rielle nods and says her goodbye to both couple.