Señora Novels & Stories

she giggled, her hand gently holding the older woman’s' "You're my friend!" "And I told you, you could call me Corazon, mi señora." Corazon replied "No need for the Mrs." Their chat continued on for a few minutes, until Genevieve remembered that she still had many people to give gifts to. She was jumping on her feet in excitement.

“Mary as in Nathan’s grandmother?” “Yes.” “I can talk to her?” “Yes.” “About everything?” “Yes.” “She’ll think I am insane.” “Well.” “No, just stop. Fine I’ll go talk to her.” I say as he pushes me towards Mary, who was standing there elegantly, looking like the most confident and beautiful woman in the world. “Hello Ma’am.” I say as my eyes widen when I bump into her, not knowing how to approach a woman that honestly scared me. Her husband was very calm and nice, but she is scary.

"Wait. Mrs Indri, do you mean—" "Indri Pedrosa. Yes, your late stepmother, Mr Theodore," the woman approached him as he tried to move away from her with a quick shake of the head. Trying to dodge whatever he was about to hear the old woman's lips were on him. "She always talks about you every time she came to visit here."

The old lady frowned at what Bel said. "Don't get involved in this. I'm talking to Angge, not you," Aling Toneng fired back at Bel which made me laugh. I could see the sourness on Bel's face at what the old lady said to her. "Wait a minute, Angge. I'll just get the notebook to list down your payment," she said I agreed. "All right, Aling Toneng." When she heard that, she entered her house again. In a few moments, she came out and approached our direction.

I walked to the driver and smiled. “Caren Inc please” I slipped into the car and he drove off. Caren Inc was a large office building, it wasn’t so popular but I already felt a homy feeling around it. I stepped out of the car and walked into the building. I headed straight for the receptionist, a tall blonde woman with huge spectacles. Her tag said Mrs. Helen Mayer. “hey, I’m Camila Santiago and I applied for a job here” she glanced through some files and smiles.

"It so‍unds‌ like you're talking to your mothe‌r." "My mother is Signora Mo‍r⁠etti. You a‍re Mrs. Morett‍i. There is a distinctio‍n." He walked‌ over and pu⁠lled the pillow‍ away. He sat on t‍he edge of the bed.

What more could I want? Selene's voice echoes through the pack: - Young Klaus, you're mistaken. Angel won't have a girl. Klaus looks around and shouts into the air: - But Moon Goddess, you asked to give her your name. - That's true, but you're going to be the father of a girl and a boy. Angel is expecting twins. - the goddess's voice says, and the laugh she gave echoes for a moment before disappearing. - Moon Goddess, what's your true name? - Angel screamed.

The woman was typing something on her computer, and Ava took the opportunity to study her. Because she looked a little older than most supernaturals, Ava couldn’t tell what she was or if she was supernatural at all. She didn’t have the pale skin the vampires did, so she ruled that out. She dressed elegantly, and her greying hair was in a professional bun on top of her head. The name badge on the desk said, ‘Mrs. Benton, Student Welfare Coordinator.’ Ava stood nervously in front of the desk, unsure if she was to just sit or be polite and wait for an invitation. With nothing in her hands now, she could only wring them together while waiting for Mrs. Benton’s attention.

My chest tightened slightly when my gaze shifted to my mother. My mother, once the Widow Von Schiller but now known as Mrs. Rosamia Soler, retained an ageless allure at forty-five. Initially, I wondered if my perception was biased, given my admiration as a daughter. Yet, it was a sentiment echoed by many who have encountered her. She seemed impervious to the passage of time. Over the years, I had observed how male guests would be ensnared by her presence whenever she entered a room. Despite her diminutive stature, there was an aura of authority about her that transcended her physical stature. It wasn't just elegance; even those accustomed to coarseness found themselves silenced in the face o

They were shaking hands because the meeting had just ended. "Mrs. Barbara?” I asked her. "Yes! She is Sir BenChua's mommy, isn't she beautiful? Sir didn't really get it but only by nose and eyes, for sure he got all his assets from his daddy. Don't you know her? She is Mrs. Celina Barbara Montevilla. I thought you were related because you have the same last name." I almost gasped at the last thing he said. I thought it was normal to have something in common, but now I'm wondering.