Erin Lindsay Novels & Stories

The second photo: The two of them walking hand-in-hand on a private beach, Bianca in a bikini, Julian shirtless and smiling. The third photo: The presidential suite of a five-star hotel, the two of them locked in a passionate embrace on the bed. "Enough!" Julian lunged for the projector. "These are all fake!" "Fake?" My voice carried, clear and cold, through the chapel. "Then I guess this is fake, too?" I pushed up my sleeve, revealing the small tattoo on my wrist. A delicate iris, identical to the one on Julian’s chest. "Look at the tattoo on your chest, Julian. Tell everyone what it means."

Her lips curved into a seductive smile as she leaned against the doorway. "Good evening, Oliver." My eyebrows furrowed as my gaze traveled round her body. She was wearing a revealing piece of lingerie that left very little to the imagination, and in her hands was a tray carrying a bottle of wine and two glasses. Immediately, irritation settled in my chest. Not because of her appearance, but because for one horrifying second… I had thought she was Lilith. And now she has ruined that expectation. "Ria." I called in a low voice, trying to hide my irritation.

-Two weeks later- Lynne was doing her morning prayers with the other sisters as they finished, a certain girl entered the church and Lynne already knew who she was and what she came for. "Good morning sister." The girl greeted and smiled while Lynne doubled take on what midnight was wearing rather than her usual black attire and trench coat, she was wearing a simple dress that stops below her knees and a black leather jacket while headphones lay on her neck. Her attire was almost normal but rather than heels she wore sneakers and

"What's so special about you that has everyone talking and putting such a high price on you?" "I thought I told you to mind your own business," a woman comes from behind him. My eyes are still fuzzy making it hard for me to see too far. Kane moves out of the way to reveal a lady in her late twenties. She has long mousy brown hair and is tall and thin.

"Of course. She's probably jealous that Alex and Sasha are getting close. "This is probably just an act to get his attention. Leave her alone; I'd like to see what other acts she has up her sleeve." Liam had a thing for Sasha, and this was his way of helping her get back at me. In the end, I died in the lounge. The three men didn't notice something was amiss until I had laid stiffly and lifelessly on the ground for ten whole minutes. They blanched when they realized I truly wasn't breathing.

She took a delicate, slow sip from her water glass, seemingly untouched by the cold venom bleeding from my posture. "You're pretty direct, Alistair," she observed quietly, setting her glass down with a gentle touch. "Unfortunately, you're looking at me as an enemy, which is your first mistake. I didn't help your mother orchestrate anything, if that's what you're thinking. I am just a simple businesswoman." I sneered. "My instinct doesn't fail me, Lindsay Morris. Your timing is entirely too convenient." Lindsay offered a small, polite smile, the image of absolute corporate elegance. She leaned back slightly, her hands folding over her lap while her expression remained completely gentle.

An hour of listening to the old rusted engine of my grandmother's car— like the stranger had mocked me last night. I shivered at the thought of him. Thinking of him wasn't going to do my marriage any good. He was my past now, and it had to stay that way. "Good morning, Mrs. Michelle Constantine." I greeted the woman who sat behind the desk. She seemed to be going through some documents when her eyes reached up to me. "And you are...?" She tilted her head to the side in askance. "Lyla..." I said, beginning to feel nervous. "Mrs. Lyla Atelo. The new staff."

It was an unknown number. "Who's this?" Lerisa wondered. She wasn't eager to speak to anyone else except Anthony. To go out on a date with him, but Anthony was still blind to recognize her feelings. She had already worn a blue top and a black skirt with black sandals. Lerisa hardly wore trousers, so she decided to call the unknown caller to find out who it was. "Hello," Lerisa spoke first as soon as the phone call connected. "Hi, Lerisa," she heard a deep male husky voice speak to her.

Not because he was fat or he had a dead brother, not because he was weird or he had a nickname that mocked his entire identity. Because she didn’t care about all that. She knew he had fallen for her and she helped him out of it. To fall for another she couldn’t see. Irene. Katharina Stones. She couldn’t see but only believed when she was faced with the truth. That she was real. NOW And she looked up from the text she was about to write to Sally. She had gotten her new number from her best friend, Jeffrey. And after two years, she was actually willing to make amends. To finally embrace the person she was in Rennè.

I wanted to say no, but her expectant look made me hesitate. “He might be busy.” I fibbed. “But he said he can’t be too busy for me.” Erin pouted. “Did he lie?” I don’t know what to think anymore. How had Lucas Sanders easily won Erin over in a short span of time when past experiences showed she had a hard time warming up to people? She was not this bubbly when Oliver was around. Only with Lucas and I could not explain why. And to make matters more mind-boggling, how can Lucas Sanders evoke wariness in me when he inspires unwavering trust from my daughter.