Novel & Cerita Chica Linda From Spirit Riding Free

"Shh… Be quiet about this. If he heard what you said, he'd claim you're in cohorts with those people down below, and you'll end up on trial too." "Stop talking about this. Is the gigolo down the one Lisa Beckton brought to help her get revenge?" "Looks about right." "That damned wretch is real lucky. She got herself a formidable, handsome man willing to fight to the death for her after her parents' death." "Is she still considered lucky if her parents died?" "Isn't it lucky to no longer be burdened?" "You… Forget about it. It's a waste of time to argue with you." … Lisa watched while Chase absorbed all of the water's spiritual energy. After that, she pressed the three martyr spirits of the W

“We’ve done the hometown. We’ve harassed old friends. We hacked into her old email, well, you did, because I’m not going to jail for you” “That was a solid lead” I protested. She ignored me. “We’ve stalked family reunions, sat through boring charity events hoping some rich gossip would slip up, and oh, let’s not forget your brilliant plan to visit that fortune teller” “Hey, she was very convincing” “She told you your spirit animal was a pigeon” “It’s symbolic” Linda looked at me like I had lost my mind. “We’re running out of options, Zayden. It’s like she fell off the face of the earth”

We are tired. Lisa- thank you, Linda. For being there with me to save Moira. Linda - my pleasure, Lisa. I am proud of you for having the strength to kill that disgrace of a wolf Abby. Her wolf spirit was disgusted with her human. We did good by releasing her back to the goddess. My eyes start to grow heavy. Linda's presence is not weird or unnatural. It is so calming. An internal best friend is nice.

The longer the wait, the more her anger intensified. She cursed at that wretched Sophia! Linda's thoughts ran wild about what they were doing as they stayed in the car. She wished to rush out, drag Sophia from the car, and slap her a few times! Finally, when Linda could not endure it any longer, Kendrick appeared. Linda's eyes lit up, and she ran toward Kendrick like a lost puppy. Today, as usual, she was dressed like a fairy, displaying a playful charm with a youthful, innocent demeanor. It was incredibly enticing.

-Stephanies opinion- I immediately rushed to Linda's side, my heart heavy with sorrow for her and her fallen mate. "Linda, we need to get you out of here," I urged, trying to pull her away from the devastating scene. Linda clung to her mate's lifeless body, tears streaming down her face as her sobs echoed through the empty space. "We have to go," I pleaded, knowing that staying there was too dangerous. But amidst her grief, Linda's eyes glowed with an eerie intensity, and I realized that something within her had awakened—a power that would shake the foundations of our world.

Diego couldn’t see her clearly because of the darkness, but she knew who that was. The Spirit was a female with powdered blue skin, long red hair and wore no clothes. Her naked body had stains of purple-black substances that covered her left leg, her right arm and her right eye which made her look even scarier. The Spirit was in shackles from its neck down to its ankles. “What thinking would you be busy with when your life is going to end in a couple of hours?” the Spirit laughed. She looked at Diego with her red eyes. Her black lips stretched into a smile. “Don’t tell me you’re thinking of escaping, child…”

I said again. Linda then sat back down, this time she started crying. "Hey, why are you crying now?" I asked, puzzled. "I'm actually uncomfortable with how I look, ma'am. But Mr. Chandra requested it. If I don't comply, he'll fire me, Ma'am." "Haaaaahhh, is that so? Wait a minute, don't tell me you're also one of my husband's mistresses?" Unexpectedly, Linda nodded, still sobbing. "Astaghfirullahaladzim!"

Her tongue was sticking out and she was trying to cry for help, but she could only moan. - You are still too weak to take my life! Linda seemed to have lost her mind. - You die, all of you, Mia and Judith. You can't match me... She was laughing hysterically. After a while, Judith was no longer struggling. Linda lost her last strength and her consciousness, and she collapsed.

She meticulously applies brown powder all over my face. “Here.” Linda hands me a white fur cloak that is soft. “It's so cute." I fall into it, resembling a delightful parody of Lady Sasha who is bossy, gorgeous, and cheerful. "Be sure to enjoy yourself." “You shouldn't imagine.” I jeer at Nikki. "You might want to think again." “Linda, stop or I'm going to eat you up.” “Alright.” She sighs. "But no cold feet?” She is unable to avoid worrying.

Linda accused Nina, her tone filled with blame, "Nash didn't actually want the sweater. You're intentionally trying to make him dislike me, aren't you?" Nina couldn't comprehend Linda's logic and had no desire to engage with her. Reluctant to accept defeat, Linda persisted, "Nina, you only married him because you've been by his side for so long! I'm young and beautiful. One day, Nash will also like me!" Initially, Nina had no intention of responding, but she turned around and was confronted by Linda's smug expression. Without hesitation, she slapped Linda across the face. Linda was stunned by the unexpected attack, clutching her red cheek.