Peggy Schuyler Novels & Stories

Schuyler have been spending less time in the Ranch ever since he started his political campaign. So, There is no better time to get fucked to stupor than now… under a clear blue sky. I heard a very disturbing rumbling coming from the attic and I decided to check if a calf stalked up there and got trapped. The attic was abandoned after the passing of Mrs. Schuyler. Mr. Schuyler forbids people entering the attic because he kept most memories of his late wife there.

Ann frowned and asked, "What are they saying?" Paige replied, "They're saying Shelly has no shame. She's the daughter of the prestigious Shepard family. But instead of working at her own family's business, she's come to work at the Jewell Group as Chris's secretary. It's an open secret that they think she's still in love with Chris and wants to rekindle their relationship. They're calling her shameless, saying Chris is already married, and yet Shelly, as his ex-girlfriend, came to Jewell Group..." Ann looked at Paige coldly, "Is that what people at the company are saying, or is it what you're saying?"

Sherly averted her eyes with glass-filled eyes looking at Aleandro with complaints. She pulled out her hand with her head bowed because of shame and returned to the front without saying anything. Her pathetic appearance appeals to the sympathy of anyone who sees it. Aleandro watches Yuriel coldly. “Sherly is my secretary, and what she says is true. You should be ashamed of yourself.” She had disgraced him with the affair of the affair. He didn’t think Yunifer didn’t feel guilty at all and questioned his secretary. Aleandro is not pursuing this problem because Yunifer lost her memory.

Somehow, at the back of my mind - it felt thrilling watching Mrs Skyler's face turn to mud as her son defended me against her. "Andrea?" Tyler called. "Yes, sire," Andrea rushed forward. "Please, take us to Shirley's," Tyler put in. Shirley was a famous fashion house for elite's, and was owned by one of the most influential stylist - Shirley May herself. Outlets of her stalls were sprawled across California, and gradually progressing into other states as well. "Why are you going to Shirley's?" Mrs Skyler asked, her eyes narrowing. "Why does that matter to you, mother? You seem to question a lot these days. I do hope you have a lot of answers concerning "the landmine's project", Tyler slapped

said Miss High and Mighty. Leila had reached the end of her rope and was over this shit. It was a waste of time and Peggy obviously knew nothing important. If the old gossip did, she wouldn’t have let this opportunity pass by to spill the salacious beans, even to an outsider. Peggy lived for gossip and negativity she had nothing else in her life. She’d driven away most of her family and friends over the years and become like that mean aunt that only got invited to things out of family obligations. Even her cat disliked her so much it ran away willingly into the swamp to become gator bait, Zen had claimed.

I can do this. "Ms. Bellamy, please, have a seat." The warm-voiced woman gestured to a chair across from them. I sat, keeping my eyes on the table, on my resume folder, anywhere but on Niklaus. "I'm Patricia Gregory, HR manager," the woman said. "And this is our CEO, Niklaus Specter. He's sitting in on some interviews today." "Nice to meet you both, My name is Kesley Bellamy." I said to the table.

She had to make that deal because Chloe had this habit of calling her quite frequently for trivial things and she would easily get distracted which would thereby affect her work. She sighed as she left the office to go to the cafeteria. She wondered if Ronan had arrived by now as the elevator door closed. She stretched out her hands and walked casualty to the cafeteria when someone tugged her duppatta. She looked back but she couldn't see anyone. There was another tug and her eyes immediately darted down to the floor. "Shelly!" She screamed in surprise. "What are you doing here?" She asked kneeling down. "How are you, Ms. Ann?" Shelly asked sweetly as if she was taught to be formal first.

But Demetria was already pacing. “No, no, no—wait!” she spun back around, pointing at Penelope like she had just uncovered a crime. “You mean to tell me… the CEO? Calvin Dawson? The tall, brooding, ‘I-look-like-I-own-the-world’ man… is Shirley’s father?!” Penelope pressed her lips together and pinched her glabella, “…Yes.” Demetria let out a strangled noise and dragged both hands down her face. “Oh my God.”

Everyone is going to see who she really is. I sit at my desk, pretending to read my notebook, my eyes flicking to the door every few seconds. Finally, she walks in. Her face still glows faintly, as though Ivan’s presence lingers on her skin. She sits quietly, pulling her books out, trying to act normal. That smile makes me sick. I slam my book shut and stand up. The whole class looks at me. Perfect. I let my voice rise, sharp and cutting. “Look who finally showed up,” I say loudly, my eyes locked on Shirley. “Our little Shirley. Or should I say, the school’s new slut?”

**** "Spuurrrr…!" Phoebe spat out the whiskey. "What!? Richard Hill is your husband. Oh my God! You are the crazy rich wife in New York." Phoebe's brain shook violently as she plummeted from cloud nine, her mind reeling at the revelation that the man they had been discussing was none other than Richard Hill.