The Mischievous Mrs Maxfield Novels & Stories

we left giving them our small smile and with curt nods. We left from there for them to greet other guests as well. As we were kinda blocking the way, standing in the middle on the grand stairs from where we were getting too much attention. "Mrs. Maxwell is such a sweetheart, but Mr. Maxwell he looks so grumpy. I was getting very off vibes from him. he don't even give us a small smile. his face was just blank. I wonder how Mrs. Maxwell handles him, he's so scary!" My rambling starts with my supposed partner.

Jack asked and seeing how Mrs Davis's expression had turned into grieve made his chest tight. “The madam isn't well. Her illness is getting worse and lately the doctors have said that there's nothing to be done.” Mrs Davis replied and Jack nodded before he headed into the mansion. Once he got in, he threw the car keys into the driver's hands and told him to get the stuffs from the car.

Emily thank her best friend, sipping the alcohol in one go. "Are you sure you can go to school, in this condition?" Nice asked because her best friend now was a mess, her face and eyes were so red, if any paparazzi could come in now they would have loved to take photos of Mr. Hale's daughter, Emily. though she was just fifteen she was well known all over the internet for her life hack videos, her acting skills, her singing skills and let's not forget being the daughter of Mr. Hale, the CEO of N&H cooperations.

Little Mrs Impatient. She frowns when I begin my walk up the stairs. Her hand lowers to the blindfold but she doesn’t take it off. A feeling of nostalgia creeps up on me when we walk into the same room. I lower my wife to the bed and prop a pillow behind her. She frowns without taking off the blindfold and I drag a seat in front of her like we are reliving the past. El squirms and her gown rides up to reveal a glimpse of red lace. I love red. I love any colour she will wear.

he calmly stated before heading to his room. During dinner, Grandma, Mrs. Jane, Jennifer, Evan, Mr. Davis, and Camilla sat around the dining table in silence, their expressions somber. Only Grandma and Mr. Davis engaged in conversation. Mrs. Jane glared at Camilla, her gaze filled with animosity. When Aubrey approached to serve soup to Camilla, Mrs. Jane discreetly extended her foot, causing Aubrey to stumble and spill the boiling liquid onto Camilla's arm. Camilla screamed in pain, drawing everyone's attention. Mrs. Jane smiled wickedly. Aubrey, apologizing profusely, attempted to offer assistance, but Camilla pushed her away, accidentally causing Aubrey's arm to collide with a nearby chair

Max asked, taking a step to look at the spot again "If you boys want to play a trick on me, please don't do it at work. Go home and don't try this again" Mrs. Mapendo looked at the supposed injured place and found nothing. It was a clean shoulder like it had never had a scratch before. She looked at the two of them and shook her head. The two of them looked at each, shocked. They were innocent. The picture it showed looked like two boys pranking on an older woman. "What the hell?" Max was stupefied

"A daily dose of daydreaming heals the heart, soothes the soul and strengthen the imagination." -Richelle E. Goodrich- *** “Good evening, how have your day been with my cute little bear?” Monica stepped into the living room and greeted Eva and Stefan with a huge smile on her face. This time she came alone. Who knew where her husband was. “It was great, actually.” Eva replied politely while Stefan just shook his head with a smile on his face. He was secretly having fun with Harvey’s presence as well. However, he would never admit it out loud for anyone.

Richard said dryly, nodding toward Maxwell’s barely tamed beard. Maxwell’s grin was unbothered. “Maybe. But she’s got steel, Richie. Soft voice, big eyes… but you can tell she’s not the type to break just because life’s been unkind. Sounds like the kind of woman who’d make this place feel less like,” He glanced around the room, with its heavy drapes and stifling quiet. “a mausoleum.” Florence folded her hands with the elegance of a queen preparing her final argument. “Richard, dear, I don’t meddle often—”

As her eyelids widened, Miss Grace couldn't bear to watch the video anymore, and she dropped her phone on the table, not having an appetite to touch her food, and then said, “Elijah would never… never do something this gross! This has Jewel's handwriting all over it.” Slapping his hand on the table, Mr. Maxwell's face went cold as he screamed, “I can't believe Jewel and her children are still doing shit like this!” “This old lady is mentally ill,” Mrs. Maxwell mumbled, completely in awe of what she was staring at. “My son would never do something this brutal and unkind to a woman so helpless as that.”

Edmund three weeks old with his grandfather's name and his mother's eyes and apparently my eyebrows. Daniel two blocks from the water building things under his own name. Griffin answering questions a three week old cannot ask yet. Marcus and Sebastian on Fridays. Margaret with her window boxes and Archie and the twenty year game that landed exactly where she intended. All of it. Every piece of it. Exactly right. As it had always been going to be. From the moment a woman raised a paddle at a charity auction for a Maine vacation rental with a kitchen facing the ocean and looked across the room and found someone looking back.