Mysterious Personal Shopper Novels & Stories

He bit his lip and stared longingly out of the store's floor-to-ceiling windows as if he could find his imaginary men outside. "Oh my god, Remy you're so fucking shameless." The man chuckled but picked up a couple of amazing accessories that go really well with the dress. "Oh my, love it! You know the guys hinted months back that I should try to be a personal shopper. I haven't really thought about it lately because I'm not comfortable with throwing myself out there. I don't self-promote well." I laughed and slapped his arm when Remy rolled his eyes at my last words. "Seriously, Remy. Just think about it, what do you say to you and me venturing

“So you aren’t actually a stylist?” “I am—just more of a personal shopper for a handful of high-end clients. I’m majorly based in London but a longtime client of mine just relocated and had a wardrobe emergency, so she flew me out here to fix things and I decided to stay for a while longer.” “Ohh.” I nodded in understanding. “That’s a really cool job you have.” “You can say that. I love what I do. You’re currently in school, right?” she abruptly asked. “Yes, I am.”

The next day, Loveth went to the most famous department store along with Jennifer . Wesley's pesonal assistant Jeniffer Grim had booked an appointment with a personal shopper for her as Wesley instructed . "Call me Sandra ,'’ said the grinning redhead who admired Loveth intensively '‘And then tell me what it is you’re looking for.'’

He’s the most mysterious man the business industry know. “The most mysterious man in the business, Cormac Carter. He had this codename, C.C. People can see how rich that man is. They can see how he presents at so many conferences. He has also become a public figure because of his popularity, especially among women. But here’s a funny thing, Av. No one knows her parents. No one knows what the story of his life is. It was as if he had just appeared in the business industry–” The woman shook Avery’s hand out of excitement. “Hey! You get what I mean, right?” Avery blinked—twice, thrice. There are so many speculations that are going through her mind. She is already thinking of a way to convince h

Ari slid into the limousine beside the woman, and took the long, fluted champagne glass she offered. Although Ari didn't drink, she needed one now. "The name's Lillian Durling," the woman said in a slightly British accent. She took a sip of her champagne. "And you are?" From her accent, Ari thought that she was probably from Estrea but wanted to know for sure. The woman refilled Ari's glass. "I am Lillian, your new personal shopper." She held her arms out wide as a broad smile spread across her face. "We're going shopping!"

The shopping trip to Bergdorf Goodman was surreal. I’d walked past the store countless times, pressing my nose against the windows like a child at a candy shop. The kind of place where a single dress cost more than my monthly rent. Now I walked in with a black credit card and instructions to “get everything I needed.” The personal shopper assigned to me, a woman named Desirée with flawless skin and French accent didn’t blink when I explained I needed a complete wardrobe. Gala gown. Cocktail dresses. Business casual. Shoes. Accessories. Everything.

I said and he burst out laughing to, giving me a handshake. He was the most popular fashion dealer in Lagos and he was a personal shopper for almost all the rich people in Lagos which included celebrities, politicians, jewelers, and media personalities and here he was talking about us being famous. “You’re not a serious person. Anyways I really don’t have much time. I just got a crazy idea to surprise my babe today.” I told him. Gerald raised an eyebrow “what? You have a babe? How did that happen?” I smiled and covered my eyes.

"I'll take you where I go. I have a personal shopper, Emma. She'll take care of you, make sure you have exactly what you need." A personal shopper. My mind latches onto the name, Emma, and a ridiculous flicker of jealousy flares in my chest. "Emma?" I ask, aiming for casual but missing by a mile. Shit, shit shit. His lips twitch, a knowing amusement sparking in his eyes. "She's in her sixties," he says, the faintest smile breaking through. "And she's the best." Before I can dwell on how stupid I probably sound, Signora Rossi appears like a culinary angel, carrying two plates of steaming pasta that smell like heaven in carb form. The aroma is something else, and my mouth waters as she sets th

Would she finally uncover the truth about her sister's disappearance As Emma entered the room, she saw a tall, imposing figure standing behind a large desk. He was dressed in a tailored suit, and his eyes seemed to bore into her soul. The room was dimly lit, with only a single spotlight shining down on Marcus, making him seem even more menacing. "Welcome, Emma," he said, his voice low and menacing. "I've been expecting you. My name is Marcus, and I'm the leader of The Order of the Phoenix." Emma's eyes narrowed. "What do you want with my sister?" she demanded, trying to keep her voice steady.

she announced with a sleek smile that blew them away. Within seconds, the media was filled with a new headline. MYSTERIOUS BUSINESS GURU OF THE QUEENS CRAFT COMPANY FINALLY REVEALS IDENTITY, PRESIDENT ASTRID EVERHART...