The Mischievous Mrs Maxfield Novels & Stories

After picking up the call her conversation started …… “Hello?" “Yes, Nella I am Dr. Thomas from MR Hospital." “Oh! Dr. Thomas how's you and my Grandma?" (Here Grandma is the old lady that Nella talked about earlier also.) “Um…. Nella please hold on to yourself don't be weak as I am going to say something which is gonna hurt you most but please you have to overcome it wisely." “Dr. Thomas, Is my Grandma alright? Why are you speaking in such a nervous tone?!" “Nella, Your grandma… your Grandma……"

He hadn’t even finished talking when the door was thrown open and a middle-aged woman in a blue uniform and a white apron around her ample midsection breezed into the room. “Matthew…” she stopped short when she saw he wasn’t alone. Her cheeks turned red as she hurriedly walked backward toward the door. “I am so sorry,” she chuckled with her hand on her chest. “I thought this rogue was still asleep. Forgive me, Miss.” Her eyes twinkled mischievously. Sophia who barely had time to throw the covers over her bare legs chuckled behind her hands. When the door closed behind Marie she turned to find Matt laughing and clutching his sides. She hit him with her fist and tried unsuccessfully to assume

Callie's POV ***WARNING: THE FOLLOWING CHAPTER CONTAINS SEXUAL CONTENT. 18+ ONLY *** "I know a guy who sells chloroform, that's the easiest way you're going to drug someone long enough to get him where you want them to be," Melanie twirled her spoon into her coffee, mixing the contents. We were sitting in the back of a Waffle House a few blocks from my apartment, having a late breakfast and gossiping over my latest scheme. I diligently jotted down her information into a composition book which pages were now filled with an act of hostility much greater than anything I was used to.

“Look at that, Wrenfield. Your wife just got a promotion.” “Don’t ever call me Wrenfield again,” Wren told him with a look that made Max flinch. “I think we should get down to business or at least try to make sense of what we have.” -

Who would detect them, anyways? "Really?" A woman dressed in a long, red gown with a funny looking apron inquired. "Of course! Mr Sullivan is known throughout Reekfield as a rich master." Another said. The two friends stared at the over twenty women who were in the spacious kitchen. They had never before, seen any of them. "Is the human lap ready? Someone might soon order for fried chicken." A woman at the far end of the kitchen inquired. "Just a moment, and it will be ready. This man's kidney is giving me a little headache." Another, in the company of those chattering, replied.

The McKinnons had invited a few investors and rich people over for a typical rich people small gathering. I could tell Mr. McKinnon was upset at the fact that I wasn’t in the kitchen like the other women of the house, but I didn’t care. I wasn’t going to let some old piece of shit tell me how I am supposed to behave. I looked around for Joseph, but I couldn’t see him anywhere. I miss my home, Judith, and Mom. “Mary! I want you to meet Fiona. She is one of our company’s finest workers,” Joshua said as he chuckled a little with his hand on her back.

Mrs Camilla returned her attention to her food, smiling to herself. Without breaking eye contact, Max added casually, “I had to stop by to see my little niece.” Rosina almost choked on her coffee. Max was instantly on his feet, moving to her side and patting her back. “Oh, sorry! Drink… drink,” he urged, pouring water into her glass fully aware that it wasn’t the coffee that had caught in her throat. Mrs. Camilla beamed. “Look at how caring he is. Such a wonderful cousin.” Max smiled modestly. “Well, we grew up in the same house. She’s more than a cousin to me…”

“What are you talking about? I didn’t say that? You are just secretary, who are you to talk me like that?” “She is Max’s aunt,” one of the female secretaries said to Mrs. Turner as it became clear that they were going to fight. Mrs. Turner said mockingly, “Whats the big deal? His mother doesn’t even care about him. I believe that children should be in school rather than working there. That’s inappropriate!” When Alice realized Mrs. Turner was taunting Max, she became enraged and yelled, “Shut your filthy mouth!”

I ignored her brief speech about marrying Harrison for his money. “Yes, you'll graduate in the morning, and then you'll be Mrs. Mobley by evening — you may even carry a baby Mobley by midnight,” she cackled, and a bitter lump formed in my throat. “That's enough, Blair!” An angry Maxwell walked into the sitting room. Cookie trailed in by his side. “You will leave Miss Pebbles alone.” He was fuming from his ears. With his palms clenched at his sides, he began hyperventilating.

As Max walked around the green field next to the building, he taught out of watching Henry run around looking for his newest rock that would be exactly like the others he had collected and kept by his travel bed in Max’s office. Max thought about how his life had changed so much in the past few weeks. He never thought it was possible to be this content in life. Michelle, wrapped in a blanket in his arms, started to make some noise as she seemed to smile at Max. “And what are you so happy about, princess?” he asked softly at the baby.