Mrspencer Novels & Stories

Seeing the Moretti brand on him could skyrocket my sales. “A perfect plan,” I muttered, my fingers flying over the keyboard as I drafted an email. *** Email to Chris Bruno Mars Dear Fashionista Chris Bruno Mars, I hope this message finds you well. My name is Gabriel Moretti, and I am the founder of Moretti Shoes, a brand dedicated to combining elegance, comfort, and innovation in footwear. Your impeccable style and influence in the fashion industry have inspired countless individuals. I believe your unique presence aligns perfectly with the vision and ethos of our brand. It would be an honor to collaborate with you as a brand ambassador, showcasing our latest collections and embodying the es

The name that sent shivers down men's spine in my world. I was young, rich, beautiful, and successful. Everything anybody could ever wish for. Being the CEO at 26 had created so many opportunities for me and now I was leading the most successful company in the world. “Ah, Maria. Nice to meet you” An old man who I immediately recalled as Mr Lionel from old family dinners greeted me as he bowed slightly. I immediately returned the gesture and straightened up to see him looking around. “Ah, where's Allen?” The man's eyes scanned around the room, looking for him.

He agreed. They both walked out of the bar and straight to a hotel which wasn’t far from the bar and one Sophia had booked ahead. She held unto Henry as they walked into the room she had booked, dropping him unto the bed. “I should hit the showers” She announced while he grunted in acceptance. She hurriedly removed the lingerie she had stuffed in her bag and put it on, cleaning off her makeup and then letting her hair fall. She stared at herself in the mirror critically before turned around and exited the bathroom.

bitch, is that?" He hopped over the counter and pulled me into a hug. "Why are you asking that and hugging me before a response." I joked with him. "What are you doing here?" He continued returning back to the bar. "Crown and Redbull. Don't forget the ice." His eyes instantly roll "You never change. So again what are doing here?" He asked again. "Where is Medusa's?" He looked at me and then looked around and back at me like he knew what I was doing. "Why do you want to know where Medusa's is?" He said teasingly. "I have business with the owner so an address will be nice." Words were powerful. You leave it open-ended and you never know what's going to come in. "What kind of business, do you

She said it would ruin her progress in training. She even met a new guy today, Robby. He works at the bakery and also teaches music at the primary school. He was handsome…not as handsome as Azraiel of course, but handsome in a cute chocolate boy kind of way. He has dark sandy blonde hair and swoon worthy blue eyes...and most importantly, he didn’t make a face when he spotted her drooling over the chocolate truffle pastries.

" Really?" " Yes! Just call me Jasmin, that's my code name but if you want to see our faces you can't. Each of my colleagues here has a code name too. And our chief was Sapphire. So far you haven't seen her here. She is on vacation now. We wear a mask or face mask because that is the only barrier to covering our personalities. Oh, are you now happy because I already answered your questions?" He laughed again. "Really?" He said in a sarcastic tone. "Very superficial reason. Let me out of here. I'm getting bored here."

Pointing to the upstairs, "I'm going to rent a room to rest for a while." Rooms for VIP guests will have air conditioning, strong aromatherapy. The price is expensive enough. Daisy quickly ignored it. The normal room is a row of beds close to together. A bit old fashioned. Good price. It suits Daisy very well. Lunch is resolved quickly, compactly, and instantly. Daisy continues the journey of a mother spider holding her baby to wash two glasses. Then from the backpack took out a towel to dry. Tuck it back in place. Give him a sugar-free candy bar.

When she went in and signed in they asked her who she was here to see, her reply startled me, “I’m here to see Darren Spencer.”

"Please ma'am,can you pull your clothes off so I can amend it" "Yes but please don't call me ma'am" the young lady said gesturing for the apprentice to zip down. "Oh okay" Aisha was feeling uneasy. Customers like this always made the atmosphere a little weird and cold. Though she knew she was older than her. But it was right for her to call the young lady ma'am. "Well you can check out some clothes at the store downstairs, we'll bring it to you in a minute" "Thank you" Aisha proceeded to help the other designers with each person they were amending clothes for.

"Russell's sponsor is asking him to fight new year's eve. But I worry his ribs might not be fully healed by then." "Sponsor? Russ... You didn't tell me you had a sponsor? Way to go, son." he says happily, making Russell close his eyes as if I had just revealed a dark secret. "Who's your sponsor?" he asks. Both Russell and I respond at the same time. "No one important." "Knights Enterprise." Uncle Fred's jaw clenched, and I could see his face turn angrily. "Knights Enterprise?" he turns to Russell, who has his eyes closed and hands fisted.