Erin Lindsay Novels & Stories

“Don’t look at him like you’re going to puke, for one.” “Am I dreaming? Pinch me. Throw a bucket of ice water on me.” Erin pinched her so hard that Lucy yelped. “Okay, okay, it’s real! No more pinching,” said Lucy. Erin flashed her a grin. A pretty woman with auburn hair and an exuberant laugh, Erin had become Lucy’s friend after they’d had one ridiculous conversation about their favorite cat memes. Erin had a smaller part in the film than Lucy, who’d somehow managed to get the lead role despite not having any movie experience. Lucy’s resume, though, was as long as her arm, with parts in anything her agent could land her: commercials, plays, short indie flicks and everything in between.

She raised the other hand high, stretched, and then leaned on the bedhead listlessly, yawning and speaking with a dissatisfied face. The woman didn't look mature or seductive. Instead, she was cute. She had a round, fleshy face, big eyes, a small nose, small lips, and a petite figure that even the pajamas couldn't hide. Although she looked like an underage high school student, she was already 25. She was Erin, Mr. McDaniel's granddaughter. Seeing that Erin didn't recognize his voice, Mr. Guzman ground his teeth, and his voice gradually became cold. "I'm the editor-in-chief of the Squirrel team."

This day has been planned for months and the girls have been so stressed out about making sure everything is perfect, especially Elizabeth, she tends to be a bit of a perfectionist with certain things. Erin and Elizabeth were in Erin’s room getting ready, they were doing their makeup, Erin decided to go with a very light, natural eyeshadow with a light shade of blush and adding some mascara to make her eyelashes pop more than usual and with a light pink lip with a shimmery gloss to keep everything in place for the night. Erin was going to do her hair in a side braid that will trail down over her left shoulder and hang just below her waistline Elizabeth and Luna Alex gave her the idea to add

He told her. "If you do that, you wouldn't be seeing him today. I'm his right hand. The person after him. I could put in words for you to enable the meeting hold today, if you want me to. Otherwise, I'll return to my office," Caitlyn voiced out with her usual smile. Martin clenched his teeth and his fists in anger. The smile she held irritated him. To be the right hand of lawyer Bernard, she must be extremely smart and intelligent. Martin despised smart women.

Allow me to introduce myself, I am Jenni March, I am 18 years old, daughter of Rick and Rose, The Alpha and Luna of Crystal Forrest, a community nestled next to a quiet town in Southern Tennessee. I have lived here all my life and it is the most beautiful and charming place. Between the hills, and the creeks and rivers, its pure bliss.

"You're still a B." "I can be soft, cute, sweet—or salty!" she said, still selling herself. "B, still B," he repeated serenely. "Ray, even a clay doll has three sparks of anger! Are you really only thinking about that?" she snapped. "Lucy has more than three sparks," he said lazily. "At least two pounds!" What the hell! Lindsay felt ridiculously frustrated. She had been a goddess in school and at work—who would care about a small chest? B wasn't small anyway! What a shallow guy!

Only then did Erin notice there was someone else in the room. Narrowing her eyes, Erin spun to face Zelda. "You hurt my kid?" Zelda gave Erin a glance but did not recognize her. Today, Erin was dressed down in casual wear with her hair in a high ponytail, looking much younger than her age. Besides, Erin had moved to the States very early on, so naturally, Zelda wasn't too familiar with her. In San Francisco, the only socialite on par with Erin was Lisa. Unfortunately, Lisa relied on the Douglas family for her status, whereas Erin had made

Pink is every girl's favourite colour. "Ahh... okay! It’s not a problem," I assured her. "Did anything happen to you?" she asked worriedly. "No, I'm fine." I lied. The pain in my hand is unbearable but I didn't tell her. If I tell her she would feel pity. And I don't want any pity from anyone. I had enough of pity! "My name is Quinn," she chattered. "hmm... Sheila?" I almost questioned. "Nice name." She has a perfect tooth also. Her smile is pretty.

Aside from the dark circles around her eyes, Riley no longer had that radiant glow on her face, the one she used to have during her happy days with Brian. She had been focusing on her mother's care these past few days and was trying hard to forget the pain of her divorce, but she knew healing was still a work in progress. Riley ran her fingers through her blonde hair and realized it was tangled. She muttered, "When did I last go to the salon?" With a sigh, Riley asked, " How could I compare to Leni Eros? Adrian is crazy not to fix things with Leni." Riley knew she was also beautiful, but Leni Eros was on another level. Leni Eros was not only an heiress but also a model. She was on the front

A tall woman with dark skin followed by her assistant sporting a colorful hijab that framed her angelic face stopped in front of Erin. "Lilan, hi." Erin stopped in her tracks. Lilan headed up the finance department. Word was she had her sights set on the American office and intended to work her way up farther. "I thought you were taking a few more personal days?" Lilan frowned at her. "Oh, no." Erin glanced at Riley. "I heard you got to tour the new facility. What were your thoughts? I'd love to pick your brain." The new site? What were her thoughts? Oh, God... Lilan didn't know.