Finding You Lena Hendrix Novels & Stories

Lena touched her head. “I remember a hospital.” “A little girl.” “She was dying.” Claire went pale. “My mother?” Lena shook her head. “No.” “You.” Silence. “I was there when Helen Vale put you into retention.” Sarah sat down hard. “What?” Lena looked around. “I was a nurse.” “When?” “1971.” Claire whispered: “That’s impossible.” Why? She looked maybe fifty-four. But origin dates could differ. Lena continued: “You were six.” “You had seizures.”

And she had shaped hers beautifully over the years. Carter stood before her now in her bedroom, as quiet as a shadow, exactly where she liked him. Never too close. Never too far. Always ready. “Well?” she said impatiently, adjusting her earrings in the mirror. “Tell me you have something worthwhile.” “I do,” Carter replied. “Dakota has been in contact with Lenora.” Helen’s hand froze over her earring. “Multiple calls,” he added. “A meeting outside the city. My source confirmed it.”

She teased " Just found out who she is " Austin replied " Wow,,,who is she??" " You" he imagined himself telling her,, But she's only going to laugh and walk away " You won't wanna know, trust me " He replied and she scoffed " Good for you anyway,,, " She said and then ran off. Austin also turned back and left,,, ******* " I've checked you in your room,,where did you go to??" Alyssa asked Lenora who was just coming in

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It was Xenia's idea to take nude pictures of Ginger and to humiliate her. Xenia had it in for Ginger, planning to hurt her just to upset Belle and bring her pain. Lena usually only went after those she sought revenge on. She wouldn't have joined forces with Xenia for such nefarious deeds if it weren't solely to discover Ethel's location. Lena coldly regarded the lecherous men below with disdain. "Wire them the money." She then immediately left the premises. The men rejoiced upon confirming the money in their accounts. "Alright, strip her! Let's take some videos, and then we can finally have fun!"

Lena's POV. “Hello, ma'am,” the doctor waved his left hand, and felt my pulse with his right hand. “How many fingers am I holding up?” “Can I get a name? Can you speak?” He continued, not even giving me a chance to think or respond. He suddenly stopped and pointed a little fluorescent light in my eyes. I squinted and groaned inaudibly from lying stiff for far too long. “Four, My name is Lena, and I think I can… talk,” I replied in a second, gulping as the man behind him moved closer and fixed his gaze on me.

Knox was already in my office when I came back down the hallway, laptop in his lap, papers scattered across my desk. He'd been trying to track the course of the search for Lena since we last saw her departing from Cyrus's compound, but she was elusive, burner phones, ghost cars, cash payoffs that were always somewhere else. He had glanced up at me when I entered, and whatever was on my face must have been sufficient. He closed the laptop with slow theatrics. "You've found something," he said to me. "I know where the answer is," I growled. "With Lena." Knox crossed his arms and rested back in his chair. "We've had weeks searching for her. She's hiding."

She felt the warm liquid slide down her throat, making her feel slightly dizzy. "So," Scar began, leaning back in his chair and crossing his legs. "Tell me about yourself. What is your name? Where do you come from? What do you do for a living?" Lena hesitated, wondering how much she should reveal. She decided to stick to the truth as much as possible, hoping that it would make her story more convincing. "My name is Len," she said, lowering her voice to sound more masculine. "I come from the north, but moved down south to Willow when Fox came to me about the debt. I worked at the factory and the dinner as a waitress. I also sell drugs to Fox's client."

Lena and I did a lot of things this year, and we spent our 12 months together every time she’s back in town. I’m holding Lena’s picture in my hand, admiring her beauty. I took this picture on our trip in Doha and I remembered every single detail time I spent with her. I know that wasn’t a normal trip for me but at least I got a lot of meaningful memories on it. Lena wore a thin, translucent white dress in this picture, accentuating the black bikini that she uses at that time and Sheffa was sitting next to Lena, she's probably admiring her beauty like I was.

she said, turning toward the door. “Or you could tell me everything, and then we could have a common understanding.” “Why? You already know so much, don’t you?” she spat. “I know Brad Hawkins has been in Boston for the past three days searching for you,” Ary replied dryly. "Looks like he's convinced you're in here, somewhere." Elena froze. Her shoulders stiffened. Slowly, he came around to face her. The look he saw on her face pulled at a string in his chest.