Kelsey Lawrence Fanvan Novels & Stories

I sighed. “VIP Zaddy?” Gabe asked. I nodded. “I was with him when Char pulled me out of a session,” I said. Gabe has never met Chance but he knew as much as I did that Chance contributed to my income the most out of all of the clients I have, or had and he was the nicest among my clients. “I’m sure your manager is going to let him know he can’t book you anymore,” Gabe said. “There’s nothing you can do about that. Are you wanting to do more with this client?” Gabe asked curiously.

Evan was keen on listening to his sister sing and I bet Ren would fall in love with her instantly. “Need help?” Laoise’s voice startled me. I was keenly listening to Aoibhe, wondering if she’d want to become a recording artist, for she got a damn wonderful voice. “Uhm,” I shook my head. “Almost done.” I smiled, setting the last set of silverware into the drawer after drying them.

"Let's go," ======================================== Please remember to vote, comment and share! Kellisa Kelly

I looked at Keane, who was leaning up against the railing, his eyes still pinned on where she last stood. “Feel better?” I asked. “You wanted to catch her, and we did.” Keane said nothing for a long moment, but Teague spoke up. “I see your obsession with her, man.” He whistled between his teeth. “Those fucking legs go on for days.” “She’s a beauty,” I agreed, imagining running my hands through that dark, color-streaked brown hair. “A fighter, too. Why is she here?” “Dunno,” Keane said finally. “Since that last nurse bitch Malorie got fired, I haven’t been able to get into student files.”

June Hall’s POV “Good morning Winster county. Welcome to another episode of Winster county with Miss June Hall. Today, I have a very special guest in the studio: Kate Zainab Omar, the face of the heroes of justice maiden magazine. Kate how have you been?” Kate’s POV “I have been doing great, thank you for having me.” “You know since you came back, people have been speculating or even asking what your next move will be after the blockbuster speech during Sheriff Morgan Wilson’s memorial. What is your answer?” June Hall’s POV

I always knew she was up to something, but I never thought she would try and pull something like this. “You know Lawrence tired talking to me about something yesterday, but I was in such a hurry I told him that we could talk later.” I comment. I see Lance jump on his phone. I am sure he called Lawrence. Lawrence is our maintenance man and works specifically on our floor. He shows up before we leave and then makes sure everything is clean. He is the only person who has access to our offices besides the four. Lance says that Lawrence can meet us to talk tomorrow. It helps that he related to Lance somehow. The apartment is eerily quiet when I walk in. I flip on a few lights and drop do

Kelvin, dressed in casual beige and black, was flipping through a script but his eyes darted to Vanessa every few seconds — something Elena didn’t fail to notice. “Good morning, stars,” Vanessa teased as the couple approached. “Or should I say, Paris’s new royalty?” Elena rolled her eyes playfully as she took her seat. “You sound like Lila.” “I take that as a compliment,” Vanessa said with a grin. “The internet is obsessed with you. Do you know how many fan pages popped up overnight?” Adrian smirked. “I counted at least six.” “Seven,” Kelvin added without looking up from his script.

Her voice rasped, barely more than smoke in the air. “And your last name?” “Lawrence.” My brows narrowed. Daisy and Karyl are from the same clan Lawrence– “I’m Karen Lawrence, twin sister of Karyl Lawrence.”

His eyes have a certain glaze, hinting at the fondness for indulging in a few too many glasses of whiskey throughout the day. “My name is Lawrence Murry, and I’m currently representing Keri Appleton.” His voice trembles slightly as he speaks to me. My jaw ticks upon hearing my wife's name. “Landry. Keri Landry.” I growl, correcting him. “Yes, right… Keri Landry, who desperately desires to have your surname removed from hers and wishes to be divorced.” A sinister infected chuckle pours from my throat as I brush a frustrated hand over my face to mask the anger radiating from every open pore in my body. “Is that so?” I hiss, playing dumb.