Mrs Nice Novels & Stories

She is in her twenties, has dark brown hair, fair skin, and blue eyes. I would say she looks a bit like me, or Leila. I try to push that thought out of my mind. -"Angelic Donneli, you are divinely beautiful," Laurence murmurs. I smile at his compliment. We move closer to them to make the proper greetings. Mrs. Mecness goes directly to my husband, shaking hands. I do the same with Laurence, greeting him with a kiss on each cheek. Mrs. Macness is sexy, dressed in a low-cut red dress. She has beautiful, full breasts. In a vague thought, I wonder if he, Ethan, is not attracted to her.

The woman who had her head bowed raises it to meet my gaze and I can't help but to admire her beauty. Blond curly hair that bounces off her shoulders with each movement she makes, brows shaped perfectly, bright brown eyes like one I've seen before and a long pointed nose which leads to a set of bow curved full lips on which a big smile is set upon. She is fucking beautiful. "Hello there, young miss. Have you got any appointment with Mr Martin?" She asks, her tone soft and polite. Wow, I thought secretaries were rude and proud. "Yes, please. Miss Meek from Mister Bryan Hall, he will understand. "

He had just looked at me for a moment in the way he looked at things he was not going to comment on and then said the car is downstairs and that was that. The door opened. Margaret Rowe was not what I expected. I do not know exactly what I had been expecting. Something more formidable perhaps. More visibly strategic. The kind of woman who made you feel the assessment happening in real time. She was elegant. That was the first thing. Not in an effortful way. In the way that some people are just built with a particular quality that has nothing to do with what they are wearing or how they are standing. She was in her early sixties. Dark hair going silver at the temples. Beckett's eyes exactly.

Ben had showed a picture to me of the chairwoman of prestige Group so I looked around the crowd of elegant ladies. Finding her,I strode up to her to exchange pleasantries. She saw me before I got to her and she equally walked up to me. She was a woman in her fifties. “Mrs Graham.So nice of you to make it.“She began in a quite friendly tone. “Thanks for inviting me,”I replied. “Oh,you look lovelier in person.The pictures I’ve seen of you didn’t quite do much justice to you.” “You’re flattering me.”I beamed.

Nielle said looking up at the building as they entered one by one with their drivers exporting their bags. “Nielle will never get used to anything huge. Is your husband a small one? Nielle?” Madiea asked flashing her a dirty smile. “Cough- cough. Madiea, don't ask that kind of questions around Mrs. Pinnock! She's an elder woman who deserve respect.” Nielle said with her blushing face. “Oh, I'm looking just as old as one you don't mind me and talk freely.” Mrs. Pinnock said responding to what Nielle said.

My mother's spiteful words ring in my head and I can't will myself not to believe it. Just as I get in the zone, I’m snapped out of my workflow by the sound of heels clicking on the floor loudly. I look up to find Natalie walking past my office, her short blonde hair perfectly straight and her makeup as impeccable as always. I’ve seen her at a variety of events on television, and she always looks as though she walked straight out of a fashion magazine. She’s exactly the kind of woman someone like Nicholas would marry. I shouldn’t envy her, but a small part of me does.

The woman was stunning, and her perfect figure was visible beneath the black dress. The night breeze seemed to sway in awe of her beauty. She immediately drew a lot of attention, completely overshadowing Sarah, who was walking behind her. Let alone Henry, who was dressed casually. "Who is that? She's so gorgeous." "How can you not know her? She's Ms. Miller, the CEO of the Miller Group, the beautiful CEO of Hodbridge." "Oh, it's her. No wonder she looked aloof."

Zoe grabbed her hand and dragged her along. “Welcome, Miss Facer,” a woman greeted. Her name was Natie, and she was in her late thirties. Her skirt fell below her knees, and her long-sleeved turtleneck covered every inch of skin. And the only skin that could be seen was her face. Her shoes were spotless, and not a single strand of hair was out of place. It was neatly pulled back into a bun.

The area outside the operating room, which had been filled with whispered conversations, fell silent. I gave a bitter smile and feigned hurt. Gina avoided my gaze, and Patrick's face twitched with guilt, though he said nothing. Meanwhile, Hannah's in-laws looked at me with disgust, exchanging heavy sighs. Just then, the operating room doors burst open. A nurse rushed out with an anxious look on her face and said, "The patient has an amniotic fluid embolism! You're Dr. Martinez's family... Can someone contact her right away?"

Mrs Martineze. "I'm not interested in this again. Can you remove me please not like I have any important role anyways" Enuice said. "You're our model,did you check your school update at all?" Mrs Martineze asked. Enuice took her phone to check immediately. "Omg I'm shooting with Royals?" She asked loudly and everyone started murmuring. "She's lucky," Nora said. "She's not fit for the shoot,you should be the one instead" white said beside her and Trevor nodded approval.