Mrs Stories Novels & Stories

Maria parked the car at the entrance and both of them stepped out, making their way into the main house. They were there to interview Mrs. Mason, one of the richest women in the state. She was a single mother of five kids, and many people were interested in learning how she had become successful despite the challenges of raising her children alone after her husband's death. "Good afternoon, Evelyn," Maria greeted with a grin, ready to hug Mrs. Mason. But Mrs. Mason cut her off sharply. "Hold your greeting." Maria withdrew, frowning. Something was wrong. "You're late. One hour late!" Mrs. Mason snapped.

She realized that stories had the ability to transcend language and cultural barriers, touching the hearts of people from all walks of life. With this newfound insight, Luna embarked on a project to collect and share stories from individuals in Seoul. She sought out locals, immigrants, and travelers alike, listening to their personal narratives and experiences. These stories ranged from tales of triumph and resilience to accounts of cultural traditions and the bonds forged through shared humanity.

So that when her test results came out a week later, she was caught off guard. "Mrs Thane, I appreciate you coming in today. We have your test results back, and I want us to go through them together. "That sounds ominous" she joked and when the doctor only smiled, her stomach dropped. "What did you find? Is it bad?" "There are some concerns, yes..." **********************************************

“How so?” Maya laughed softly. “Let’s just say she’s not exactly… from our world.” A pause. “She’s sweet,” Maya continued, her voice dripping with false generosity. “But she’s had a bit of a colorful past, you know. She tends to… attach herself to men with influence.” The woman’s brows lifted slightly. “Bryan Blackwood is… generous,” Maya added, shrugging. “He likes projects.” At another table, Maya leaned toward a man in his fifties, a board member of a multinational conglomerate.

Tiana exclaimed and for about 30seconds, Shania looked at Tiana. “The lady at the store told me a lie. She says you come to the store to buy insecticides for worms at the annex, is that true? She said you’ve been coming their for a year now,” Shania finally asked. “Me? How would I possibly know about a worm in the annex? Humph, you shouldn’t listen to such absurd lies, mother. I’m pretty sure she’s seeking for attention,” Tiana defended then shook her head.

And the rest followed and bowed before vanishing. “No! Please, come back.” why was I so stupid? Just when I thought they won’t, one by one they actually appeared again. “We’re sorry, we haven’t finished the breakfast yet.” one of the females spoke in a soft, motherly voice. “Oh, no it’s okay, I’m sorry for staring. I never saw a brownie. And I thought we were alone in the mansion.” They shifted uncomfortably. They aren’t usually caught at work. “Please, don’t worry because of me. So, you were cooking all the time?”

Nina looked at the time and hopped out of bed, but she was struck by morning sickness and she made a dash for the bathroom. “Is everything alright?” Mrs. Story asked. Nina sighed and went and sat on the potty. Mrs. Story went to stand at the bathroom doorway staring at her in concern. “I’m pregnant mum” she announced. Mrs. Story stood there not knowing how to react. “You’re what?” “I’m pregnant” she said a bit louder. Mrs. Story panicked, Nina wasn’t in good health she had a lot of health problems and wished she’d take her time after her first miscarriage it was barely 5 months since that incident. But that should even be the least of their worries.

On New Year's Eve in 2015, a fire broke out in the women's prison in the western suburbs of City C, and a prisoner code named 0037 died. On the same day, James Smith, the president of MK Media, had a twin baby, and rumors about the child's mother were all over the place.

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Cheska was 12 years old, Francine was 10 years old and Alexis only 7 years old. "We are going for vacation. Kiss your mother goodbye." I said to them flatly. Marga started crying again but louder this time. Cheska the eldest of the three tried to comfort her, stroking her hair. "Your mama cannot go with us. She has work here. But grandmother needs us back home." I lied. I seldom do but it is always for the good of everyone. "it's okay Mama. You can come and visit us when your work is done, right Papa?" It was Francine.