Lia Smith Novels & Stories

, I keep my face straight, “I was thinking of maybe getting a new dog walker.” “What?” he sits up, “Why?” “Well, Sally made a terrible suggestion regarding Benny’s mealtimes and telling me what to do with his treatments and vet appointment. I don’t need a nosy dog walker. You know?” I shrug indifferently, hoping he won’t see through me. “Fucking hell Lillian, you can’t fire the girl for giving you sound advice. She knows how much Benny means to you. It sounds like she was helpful.” he says like I’ve lost my mind.

she says hugging me tightly, and I couldn't help but begin to sob in front of her. She was an elder lady and had become like a grandmother to me. I was scared that I may never see her again. I lost my parents, and now I had to leave my home too, and Linda, our house keeper who I loved so much. She was like family to me. What am going to do now? ✨✨END OF FLASHBACK✨✨ 🥀✨🥀✨🥀✨🥀✨🥀✨🥀✨🥀✨

I can hand over Aleng Madielaine to the police but there's a side of me that I want to know her life, her profile and her problem. // WyByCa

She said to herself, convincing herself that she will not be alone for a long time, that Lydia will reach out her hands with a bright smile. However, the daybreak comes but no trace of Lydia fetched her in that alley, passerby, and merchants who left their stalls pitied the young lady who was muttering under her breath, dark circles under her eyes, and her long raven hair disheveled. Every time someone tried to hold her or talk to her she will shake in fear, shrinking in that very same corner, hugging herself to protect her fragile being.

0 said and continue talking about things. Wow, this is Hilary's point of view when I am talking to her? Am I always this loud and I am telling a story? "Settle, please be sitted in your assigned seats." our professor said. She is Miss Ricafronte, she's our teacher in Calculus. She doesn't give high grades at all unless you gave her high scores on the quizzes, discussion, and assignments. So basically, what you give is what she encodes.

We wish to see you again. PS I didn’t know how to say it from the start because Rose stopped me from doing so. If ever you find this letter, please tell America Pingries that this owner’s body, Callie Alexandra Colton, is her twin sister and she has been looking for her all this time. Deeply in love, Georgina Sunset Beach North Carolina, U.S.A 10:23AM, Sunday “Zion Watts. 114A Wall Rose Ave. Bradford, U.K” I read.

Damien's mother said, as she pulled Damien outside the door, leaving me and the five maids alone. I remained my chin high, and said in a gentle tone, "Why don't we introduce ourselves first? Greetings ladies, my name is Charlotte Hayes." "That last name won't last though," the 2nd maid said, a cheesy joke coming out from her mouth. Three of them started laughing, like a giggle.

Luis said to her and led her to his room. Luis turned on his laptop and quickly went into his email. He opened the mail. Sheila Williams, 25 years, caucasian, North Africa, Western Sahara. Luis went through all the other details of the lady. His eyes widened "This can't be," Luis said and Lily looked at him questioningly. "She's been dead for 10 years now. We need to speak with Nora?" he said. "Why?" Lily asked "She is related to Nora," Luis said and Lily gasped.

said Lilian as she sat on one of armchair near the mirror and Chelsea took out her handkerchief, she used her magic on it and the handkerchief cooled down at once just like frozen ice . " Close your eyes , Sister " Chelsea didn't dare to tell Lilian that this room was infact decorated by Lydia's biological mother who lost her life after giving birth to Lydia and for the sake of respecting the dead , the Smiths left this room as it is . Chelsea was afraid that if she let Lilian dwell on the history behind this room , then there will be another round of water works for her . She placed the cool handkerchief on Lilian's eyes and applyied the least possible amount of pressure as she tried to eas

“How can I get this excellent lunch?” Mr. Ahmed sat on the chair in a relaxed position, closing his eyes as if to recall something, “At the party that day, I met a very interesting girl. I couldn't believe there was a girl in the world who kept my eyes off her the first time I met her. She has chestnut brown hair, glittering brown eyes and plump lips. As soon as I saw her I thought-” He opened his eyes, looked at me, “-why in the world is such a beautiful angel. Her name is Lia. She told me that she was Ivor Mitchell's assistant, that was you.”