Lia Smith Novels & Stories

So disrespectful. I scowl at the side where I see lipstick sign on the paper, Ainsley must have kissed it. Disgusting. The note says, “Dear Arthur, my love. I’m sorry I can’t be in school to keep you company, as I am down with fever. My mother said it’s because I’m getting close to my mate, ‘wink wink’. I’m going to miss you Arthur, but don’t miss me too much, I’ll be in school tomorrow. Love, Ainsley.”

“You want to prove you’re clean? Tell me everything. Names, dates, operations.” His jaw flexed. “You’ll get one name. Lieutenant Sarah Coetzee. Logistics and comms. She reroutes everything. She’s the real leak. I was getting close, so she tried to frame me. Myra… you have to believe me. I’ve been trying to stop this.” I studied him. The fear in his eyes didn’t feel fake. But lies and truth danced close when survival was on the line. Before I could answer, my phone vibrated.

“That woman’s fire isn’t something you can control. She would have been controlled by others, but you heard the stories, you heard what she is capable of doing. If you keep provoking her, she’ll burn through everything you’ve built. And when Liam comes, because you and I both know he will, she’ll be the one who brings the war straight to your door. And you are going to allow it because you’re drawing the path for that to happen.” I raised an eyebrow, savoring her words as if they were a fine wine. “So dramatic. For my sister, my mother’s daughter, you really do forget who you are speaking to or even dealing with. Liam is the least of my concerns, and the last thing that I am going to do is f

She was almost out of the room when Fiona said, "Be careful when you pick it up. It's a really expensive hat. I'm certain neither you nor your mistress has had one of its kind before." Zita shook her disappointingly and went to Fiona's room. Fiona made sure the coast was clear and smiled mischievously at Catherine. "So, you decided to stand in my way of getting married to Williams. Didn't you?" She asked rhetorically. Catherine looked at her blankly.

They were waiting for more answers but that was it. “So why did you choose AB Literature?” Reina asked. She was the other girl sitting beside Catherine. “It’s fun to criticize novels.” Catherine answered once again and Reina was sure that she saw some devilish aura at Catherine’s eyes. They started ordering as they interview Catherine and it was almost like it was all about her and Lyra felt a bit jealous because she wanted to be the only one knowing those things about Catherine but she never really understood why she felt that way. Then it was Cath’s turn to order, “One Smoked Apalachicola Oysters for Lyra and Paarmesan – Herb Angus for me.”

She wished she had some money on her to patronize her. But when she turned to assure the lady she would make sure she patronizes her next time, she had already moved onto the next passerby calling and holding up her wares to anyone that passed. “I guess she is doing…great.” Eleanor shrugged and carried on. A few more other sellers bellowed onto her but each time she flashed them a smile and told them she had no money. She saw a building; it had blocks of apartment. Eleanor figured the wolves resided in it.

Miss Anderson shouted. Lia had to keep the handset away from her ears because she didn’t want her eardrum to be damaged. “Gosh, Miss Anderson, how can you believe a man’s sweet words when you’re having sex?” Lia thought helplessly. “Miss Anderson, please remember, you held the keys of the New York suburban villa last week, agreed that you would not bother Mr. Mitchell anymore,” Lia replied calmly. “Well, nothing would have happened if Lahaina hadn’t been his next mistress. She’s a filthy whore, she won my show, hoaxing me,” Ms. Anderson shouted.

I walked to the driver and smiled. “Caren Inc please” I slipped into the car and he drove off. Caren Inc was a large office building, it wasn’t so popular but I already felt a homy feeling around it. I stepped out of the car and walked into the building. I headed straight for the receptionist, a tall blonde woman with huge spectacles. Her tag said Mrs. Helen Mayer. “hey, I’m Camila Santiago and I applied for a job here” she glanced through some files and smiles.

Opening the door, Christiana stood in front of her. "I forgot my handbag and umbrella at your house." "So sorry for the inconvenience." Her voice was laced with remorse. Staring at her, Daisy Hunter said," What, No, it's really okay…I too forget my stuff in people's homes." Daisy Hunter said, smiling gleefully, exposing her perfect dentition. Stepping into the dimly lit room, Christiana spotted her handbag and umbrella, grabbing it, she thanked Daisy and stepped out immediately.