Stella Henry Novels & Stories

It was that weird man who had been typing something on his tablet earlier. Shaking off the need to know him, she smiled and stood up from the chair and greeted Desmond, “Greetings, Sir. I am Stella Rachael but I am afraid I am not a girl,sir!” “Ha! Ha! Ha!” Desmond laughed at Stella’s nice acting. He couldn’t help but nod. “Gentlemen, I can see you went through thorough assessment to get someone like Sinyorita Stella. So, who is that who saved my boy?” Desmond asked. He kept his high spirits and threw back Juma’s ever changing face behind his back.

I query. I hear a sigh. She must be disappointed. But I don't know what's going on tomorrow. She has to say it, and then she utters, "Oh, come on, Stella. Really? You have no idea the thing about tomorrow?" "Reign, spill it." "It's not a tea." "Then say it." "I really hate you for this, Stella," she says. "It's my nineteenth birthday tomorrow. Don't tell me you don't know when my birthday is."

“It’s been so long since I’ve chatted so nicely with someone. If you can’t wait, you’re free to leave without me.” Naturally, Henry wasn’t willing to, so after stepping aside for a woman clad in a neat power suit to go into the room, he waited patiently by the door. The woman glanced at him as she passed him by, wondering why he would stand at attention at the door like some security guard… “Good afternoon, Madam.” Stella froze. She instantly recognized the woman as Tina Hampton. “Ms. Hampton…” she watched in surprise as Tina took a seat in front of her, pulling out a stack of documents from her bag.

🖤 Alexandra 🖤 Stella is a pure evil genius. I have to give her that much, even sitting here furious enough to put my fist through a wall. How does one woman play this many people her own family included, and make every single move look like grief, like coincidence, like bad luck, instead of what it actually was?

Stella’s familiar voice called from across the room. Helen smiled and waved, checking whether or not she’d brought a bag, which she hadn’t because there was no need for such things here, and gathered herself up out of the chair. She made her way across the room and into Stella’s cozy office, closing the door behind her. “Have a seat,” Stella said, offering a chair across from her desk. She sat behind the large wooden edifice, only her shoulders and head visible on the other side. She was a slight woman, with dark hair bobbed at her chin, and her white pant suit looked slightly large on her tiny frame. Helen might’ve been jealous if she weren’t past all that. She’d always been a larger woman

Opening the door, Christiana stood in front of her. "I forgot my handbag and umbrella at your house." "So sorry for the inconvenience." Her voice was laced with remorse. Staring at her, Daisy Hunter said," What, No, it's really okay…I too forget my stuff in people's homes." Daisy Hunter said, smiling gleefully, exposing her perfect dentition. Stepping into the dimly lit room, Christiana spotted her handbag and umbrella, grabbing it, she thanked Daisy and stepped out immediately.

She can't ask for anything else. Until a few months ago Stella was just a fresher who was looking for a job. It was though a plan as to why she stumbled at Max Stokes' mercy, however, she assisted her in becoming something she had always wished to do. A designer. If it had not been for her father's wish then Stella would have never chosen to enter the fashion world. She aspired to be a pharmacist but for her father she had to enter the fashion world, seek some knowledge and a few certificates from well established institutes before entering the Boss's (Max) world.

they all passed around the couch to the next room as jane went up the stares and returned with a blanket covering Hecate then heading inside the room as well. "Martha." screamed Peter running to an old lady who was standing at the sink making the dishes. "hey champ. know one day you will give me a heart attack with your loud scream honey." said martha. "oh I'm sorry I did that." whispered peter smirking. "hello martha." started Jade softly. "come here darling. down I see that face and I don't think it's trying to get my attention. is it peter?"joked martha.

The man glanced at her and smirked, “Who was Henry?” “Who was Henry?” she parrotted and sighed. “He’s Stella’s husband.” Sean straightened up and glared at her. “Who is Stella then?” He asked again. “Stella?” she repeated. “She’s our adoptive mother.” The man sighed as he crossed his legs. He was getting annoyed as she kept repeating her questions and her one-line answers. “Maxine, can you please give me a backstory? How was your life in Grayson? How are you in Maryland?”

she said. I left her and returned to my room. I can't be with someone who treats slaves like trash. The next day Hannah came to plead on her behalf and I didn't listen. After a week she introduced me to Stella. Stella is a beautiful and jovial lady, her father is a rich farmer ,he has numerous lands,slaves ,animals and is his only daughter but her only problem is that she can't cook.