Lia Smith Novels & Stories

Chapter 53 At the wind winders pack…... The preparations were almost done and the most anticipated day was drawing near. Every time Lily saw people moving busily around the house like bees for her sake, she smiled with satisfaction from the bottom of her heart. "Ahh baby, you knew the right timing. You saved your mummy just in time before she was thrown in the ditch!" Lily caressed her still-flat belly and mumbled. She was not ashamed that she was using her baby for her personal gain and satisfaction.

I told him the place and closed my eyes. “We’re here,” I paid him and gave him an extra tip. “Thank you. Drive safely,” I remind the old driver. The old man looked so happy. “Thank you, Princess Luna! You really have such a good heart!” I made my way through my shop. It has a minimalist design, and I like it so much. I’m sure that I’ll spend more time here! This will be my safe haven. My one staff greeted me politely. “Good morning, Ms. Steele!”

Looked like she was disappointed in my thinking ability skills. After a second, she laughed softly. As if I am the biggest joke she had ever seen. "It's not like that. I'm not as idiot as you think. As far as I know, she lives here. That's the reason why I didn't go to the police station. Instead, I go straight here. So I save time and energy that the police will be going to do if I ever seek their help," I dispensed and looked straight into her eyes. Her forehead creased as she stared at me. She was not intimidated by my presence. I assumed she's getting used to talking to high-profile persons. Her eyes are brave enough to make eye contact with me. She was not as shy as my angel Angela. I c

But that was hard, seeing as she just sat there looking out of space. Camila Brinx was indeed a fine and beautiful young woman, she was a role model to many girls and women, they aspired to have her calm and collected mindset. I've heard many girls discussing how beautiful she was and how much they admired the way she talked and carried herself. She was indeed remarkable, she has a light six pack and a beautiful hour glassed shape, not to mention her moisturized curly brunette hair.

The hug broke when someone else walked into the room, it wasn't Theo. "I tried to stop her," the maid said, completely out of breath as she tried to stop an older lady from coming in, "she insisted that what she wanted to speak with you about was a life and death discussion. She came in through the other exit, we couldn't stop her." The 'other' exit was synonymous with a secret exit. It was a little gate at the other side of the house that was created for emergencies or a case where a person had to sneak in, or out. No one apart from the workers and his family members knew about it. The woman looked like she was in her late fifties, like his mother, except she looked older and wearier. She c

Lucy said. She? “ She? Who is it Lucy?” Liam says as he tries to rack his brain. It can’t be Hailey, she wasn’t in Canada. So who? Apart from his mother and his sister, Hailey, he didn’t have much women in his life. “ It’s Emilia Peyton sir and she’s already here. Do I send her in now or later, although I doubt she’ll want to wait.” Lucy says. Liam is in shock for about ten seconds, reason being that he never imagined that Emilia would come to see him. It was still too early.

What more could there have been? Leah took the time to look around the library. This was one of her favorite rooms in the whole house, besides her bedroom. The room was massive, having used to be two very large rooms that was combined into one by knocking out the dividing wall. She redecorated this room herself five years ago for her twenty-fifth birthday. It had been sort of a gift from her father since she had been wanting to redecorate the room since before she could remember. Originally, her mother had decorated the room in vibrant colors, clashes of bright pink, green, and yellow. It was horrible, but her mother loved it. So, her father kept it that way, even after her mother's death.

She shrugged, “You got the body.” She remarked, “It would be an extra gift that’ll keep his jaw on the ground.” Her brow moved up, “Add some strawberries and wine. I think I’d do ya too.” Her words weren’t wrong… I smiled at her until I heard my phone ring. I sighed, looking down at the phone. More work. I pulled it up, seeing it was my manager. I put it to my ear, “Hello? Oliver, what’s up?”

“But not to lead. Only to listen.” Ignatius nodded, then offered her one of the letters. She unfolded it carefully. Inside was a pressed petal. White. From a flower that only grew in Citadel soil. Below it, Miyal had written only one line: “We are still watering the seeds.” Krishna closed her eyes. She could still smell the ash on her hair. Still feel the heat of the flames on her skin. But this time, the memories didn't scald. They just. lingered.

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.