Dear Missy Novels & Stories

She said with appreciation, dropping her phone and picking up her fork to eat. “So tell me, you seem to be the only maid I often see around here around Tyler apart from Agnes. What is like with you and him? Are you like his personal maid or something?” Missy asked upon munching on a slice of apple. She bowed, “She got that right ma’am. I am his personal maid and only I is around to do things for him apart from Ma’am Agnes.” She responded with respect, her tone soft and polite. “Have told you to be less professional with me. Call me by my name, I’m Missy and I see you not as my maid already. You’re like even older than me, here sit on the bed with me.” Missy offered tapping on the seat on the

[Annie, sorry to bug you again! I bought a box of cherries. Can I leave it with you for a bit?] [Annie, my mom sent some Milano cookies. They're super fragile. Can you set them aside for me? Thanks!] My phone wouldn't stop buzzing. Every message in the pickup station group chat was asking me to hold somebody's package. I logged the new deliveries while replying with quick "Got it" messages. Then Mrs. Warner from Unit 401 sent a voice message, sounding genuinely grateful.

It makes no sense… “Oh, don't think much about it. Dreams don't mean much. Sure, it scared you a bit. But it ends there. Today is a big day. You shouldn't let a dream rattle you. “Athena says, and I nod after a few seconds, with a fake smile. I'm at Athena's place today, as I wanted to stay away from home, and it's a normal thing as Athena and I usually pass nights at each other's houses. A week had passed since Amber challenged me, and today is the day that the new Miss. Emerald High would be announced. Athena has been helping me campaign for the spot. She gave herself the title of my campaign manager, and according to her, things are looking up. And if she says so, I believe her. She got m

she said with so much excitement written all over her. “By the way, who are you?” I asked “I'm Missy ma'am, your new personal assistant” she replied, somewhat confused that I wasn't aware who she was. “Alright Missy, go on now” She shut the door behind her as she left and I couldn't not notice her accent. She sounded more like a country girl, maybe from Texas, I guessed. I looked through the gift box and it had a written note in it. ‘Welcome back to work baby’, it read. Dante, call me baby? It was definitely just for show. I was certain all the other workers must have seen it before it got to me, very crafty.

Miss Sissie hopped out with alacrity that belied her age, her hands pressed to her face she headed my way. "Oh, my! Look at these babies. Oh, Anna, they're just as sweet as you said." She spared me a quick glance. "Hello, Deacon, how are you, dear?" "I'm well, Miss Sissie, and yourself?" "I'm above the earth instead of six feet under, so no complaints here. Oh, my heavens, Emma, aren't these goats just adorable?" "They are." I heard her voice, and against my better intentions, my head turned toward her, my eyes meeting hers. She offered me a slight smile. "Hey, Deacon. How are you?"

Missy answers. “This is Natasha, my date. She just finished hosting a very successful reading festival for kids. Missy here is working toward her teaching degree.” looking at Natasha. I can't imagine ever being disrespectful to a date, but for this date, in particular, I want to make sure Natasha feels regarded. My thoughtfulness is rewarded as she relaxes at the introduction. “Way to go old man. And you are a lucky lady with this one,” Missy smiles down at us. “You're the first girl he's ever brought in here.”

I ask. Missy goes into the whole explanation on how a girl was glaring at Grace and the girl stood up for Grace. She got into an argument with the girl telling her if she wanted to me meet me, she could. I raise a brow. But didn’t say anything. She and Grace spent the entire day together. I am relieved Grace made a friend, but I don’t trust the girl. “She sounded like she knew who Damian was. Not surprising though that fool sleeps with anything in a skirt. It was hilarious to see two women arguing about that fool.” Missy smacks her thigh standing up. “I better get back to my post.” She says before walking out of the room.

‘I could listen to him laughing forever,’ Cassy purrs, and I blush as she practically speaks my thoughts out loud. ‘Shut up, Cassy,’ I scold her, forcing up a smile to take the teacher’s hand. “Hi, I’m Missy. Thank you for having us.”

“Where are your friends? You didn’t bring them back?” “No,” Missy replied looking Matt up and down. She suddenly realized why she was so anxious to ask him about Alicia and she caught her breath as the realization set in. Like her Mother, Missy was jealous. She wasn’t sure why it bothered her so much all day but as she stood in front of the tall, gorgeous man, she realized that she was jealous at the idea of him noticing another girl her age when he had never paid her that kind of attention.