Mysterious Personal Shopper Novels & Stories

"I'll take you where I go. I have a personal shopper, Emma. She'll take care of you, make sure you have exactly what you need." A personal shopper. My mind latches onto the name, Emma, and a ridiculous flicker of jealousy flares in my chest. "Emma?" I ask, aiming for casual but missing by a mile. Shit, shit shit. His lips twitch, a knowing amusement sparking in his eyes. "She's in her sixties," he says, the faintest smile breaking through. "And she's the best." Before I can dwell on how stupid I probably sound, Signora Rossi appears like a culinary angel, carrying two plates of steaming pasta that smell like heaven in carb form. The aroma is something else, and my mouth waters as she sets th

Would she finally uncover the truth about her sister's disappearance As Emma entered the room, she saw a tall, imposing figure standing behind a large desk. He was dressed in a tailored suit, and his eyes seemed to bore into her soul. The room was dimly lit, with only a single spotlight shining down on Marcus, making him seem even more menacing. "Welcome, Emma," he said, his voice low and menacing. "I've been expecting you. My name is Marcus, and I'm the leader of The Order of the Phoenix." Emma's eyes narrowed. "What do you want with my sister?" she demanded, trying to keep her voice steady.

she announced with a sleek smile that blew them away. Within seconds, the media was filled with a new headline. MYSTERIOUS BUSINESS GURU OF THE QUEENS CRAFT COMPANY FINALLY REVEALS IDENTITY, PRESIDENT ASTRID EVERHART...

***Hyacinth*** I felt like a doll being dressed up by Irene and the driver drove me to wherever appointment I had. Irene said that there’s a personal shopper that I am meeting. I never shop luxuriously for myself. And I remember that Rosie doesn’t have a personal shopper herself. She likes doing it all by herself. There were two personal shoppers. The first thing they did was a color test on my skin. They placed different types of cloth under my neck and they decided on what kind of dresses I should wear.

"Now, let me tell you the truth about Ethan and the Kyrios." As the stranger began to speak, Ava felt a sense of trepidation. She knew that her life was about to change forever, and she wasn't sure if she was ready. But she listened, her heart pounding in her chest, as the stranger revealed the secrets that would change everything. "Ethan is not who you think he is," the stranger said, his voice low and mysterious. "He's a Kyrios, a member of an ancient organization with supernatural abilities. And he's in danger, Ava. The Order of the Veil is hunting him, and they'll stop at nothing to capture him."

He grunts in response, pulls out his phone, and walks out of the room. Apparently, personal shoppers are fast, because two women show up around an hour later with several bags of luxury brand clothes. My eyes widen when they begin pulling outfits out of the various bags. They pull me to the bed, holding outfits up and tossing them aside. One lady shoves a heeled pump on my foot while the other holds a skirt suit up to me. “These will do,” one says, nodding to several outfits that are now laid out on the bed.

The boutique seemed to exhale all at once, and then hold its breath. One associate gasped aloud. The older woman polishing a ring froze, the cloth slipping from her hand to the counter like a fallen leaf. Her eyes widened, color draining from her face. A beat later, the quiet exploded into a flurry of motion. “Oh my God—the Misha Ashford?” one of the younger staff whispered, eyes huge. “Is that really him? The genius investor ? The one they say turned warzones into business empires?” “He’s even more intimidating in person…”

He already heard her saying about 'online' but he didn't give any remarks for it, only this time. Andrea nodded to his questions and casually responded, “Yes, I’m selling fashionable clothes and accessories through online while Trina is a sales lady in a jewelry shop." She paused for a while, but when she realized that it's the best opportunity to ask something relevant, she eventually added, "How about you? How did you earn? Are you an employee?” Miguel retreated from his seat and said, “No. I am not an employee because I’m the one who employs.”

"Family affairs Wayne, don't meddle. I'll get a bigger jacket. I think I'll put on some weight." He left for the changing room. We reserved this whole store so that we can try on tuxedos for Henrik's yet to be wedding. We feel more comfortable shopping on our own. I know I always reserve an entire store when I want to buy something. When I'm not the one doing so, I task my personal shopper. "And Chris?" "Do you know the St Patrick Group?" "Who doesn't? Most of our bodyguards come from there."

the board had voted her out of the business. So not only did she lose her parents, she lost her dream job, and her father legacy essentially his third child. He had built that company from the ground up, from the start up in their garage to the number one business in Seattle. Everyone in the business world had wishes to work there if they were to make a name for themselves. As of now though there was nothing she could do about it. Now for the last week she has been getting up at dawn and started looking for jobs. Every interview she did went well but she was always too experienced for what the company was looking for. This company was her last resort and it was for a position she could chok