Phoebe Tomlinson Novels & Stories

Overall, Phoebe looked like an American Girl with her sparkling blonde hair and long black spaghetti-strap dress hanging off her shoulders. "Hello. I'm Phoebe Newton. Pleased to meet you." "Me too. By the way, I like the concept of the event. You made this auction not boring. And as far as I can see, people are very enthusiastic about donating by buying the items.” Angel grumbled quietly in her heart. She was such a hypocrite for saying that to Phoebe.

An ‘Mhm’ came out from Roxie’s lips and, after sighing deeply, Phoebe decided to come clean. “Okay… The reason is… Well, there is this guy that’s working as a high-rise window cleaner… We bumped into each other a few times while working in the other building… He’s a bit…” “Handsy?” What Phoebe was trying to say wasn’t news for Roxie. Phoebe could’ve worn baggy clothes and she still would’ve been chosen as the belle of the ball. She was a petite but well-shaped woman, with crazy curly red hair and green eyes.

“I’ll give you my very best puppy dog eyes if you say no. I know how much you hate it and I’ll try to make sure the one I give you this time around traumatizes you for life” I glanced at Phoebe again. Took her in. She was twenty-one, three years younger than Jeremy and me, and she managed to and she managed to appear both younger and older than her years. It was the way she carried herself, she’s so full of life like she has seen all parts of it, the good, the bad and the ugly and is choosing to embrace it and love it until it all the ugly parts become beautiful. In key terms she’s a fantasy fighter, the world thrives because there are ugly parts and probably she will learn that the hard way

It looked like a map I finally knew how to read. “U-um... Ms. Drene?” I turned to see a young woman standing in the doorway. She was clutching a tablet to her chest like a shield, her eyes wide and darting around the room as if she expected Sebastian to leap out from the shadows. Her name tag was pinned slightly crookedly. “Phoebe,” I read aloud. “Phoebe Mason?” She jumped, nearly dropping the tablet. "Yes! Phoebe. I’m... I was Mr. Winslow's secretary. I mean, I am your secretary. If you’ll have me. I am so sorry I’m late, the traffic was—"

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Phoebe's entire body stiffened when she heard the voice, and she immediately signaled for someone to cover my mouth and drag me away. Then she hurried forward with a flattering smile plastered on her face. "Ms. Grey, what a coincidence that we're holding our weddings at the same hotel today. What an honor. I'm Phoebe Marsh from AstraNova Corp., and I'm the one in charge of your company's Lower Hollow project." At the mention of the Lower Hollow project, Evelyne gave Phoebe another glance.

There wasn’t time. A few young kids ran up to us. One small girl took Daya’s hand. Little Phoebe is only five years old, with wavy black hair and big brown eyes that are almost too big for her head. She looks like a cartoon character. Daya looks down at this small girl.

Phoebe explained, showing her credentials. Molly looked through the documents and was impressed. “Caitlin, what do you think?” “I think she’s great.” “Then let’s give Phoebe a try! She can start tomorrow at The Vanderbilt Family.” The meeting ended on a positive note, and they agreed that Phoebe would begin her new role as Howard’s tutor the next day. As they were leaving, Phoebe said, “Caitlin, I heard Wendy is back in town too. We should catch up when we have time!”

Instead, she admitted it and said, "Yes, I got divorced." She gave the person a playful wink as she continued, "I came today to see if I might meet someone who's a good match. Everyone here is a scientist serving the country. You're all undoubtedly exceptional." At her words, Leon looked away silently. His lips pressed into a thin line, and veins bulged on the hand gripping his glass. I could tell that he was angry. Phoebe wasn't just beautiful. She had a way with words. Before long, she started drinking with Leon's male colleagues. One glass after another, her cheeks turned red, but she kept drinking and chatting.

said Tommy in a bid to stop her. Corinne frowned, but she shrugged and pulled back her hand. A few minutes later, Phoebe appeared in the drawing room. Even though she was approaching 50 years old, she did not look a day over 30 years old. She was dressed lavishly, so much so that it would be hard-pressed for anyone to think she was in any way affected by her unfavorable situation. Phoebe glared at Corinne with hatred. "Fancy seeing you here, Miss Corinne," she said sarcastically.