Lincoln And Stella Novels & Stories

Just show up tonight at the team meeting to present me with a commemorative banner. I crossed my arms and scoffed. "Stella, the day I called for help, I only mentioned Dad and Mom. I didn't say whether they were your parents or mine. Are you so sure these bodies are my parents and not yours?" Stella sneered. "Only your parents would make the stupid mistake of entering a restricted area. My parents would never do something like that! Move! I need to help Noah with the task!" Without another word, she tossed the bodies into the cremation furnace.

We five made out through the trees to Stella’s house. “Here’s our plan, enter her house and kidnap her. Do you understand?” Maddy is the one who can plan everything perfectly but now she wants to kidnap Stella. It’s the last thing I can think of. Stella POV:

Moon holds her hand out to me and I shake it. “What are you doing here? I didn’t know you were back in town.” Stella says. “Yeah I got back about two weeks ago. Things did not work out in New Orleans. I came back and I needed a job so here I am.” Stella starts jumping up and down. “What time do you get off? You can come look for dresses for the Luna ceremony,” she says squeezing her sister again.

Andrew POV I was currently sitting in my office, looking at the news on my laptop, and I was wondering how suddenly Stella had sold fifty thousand of her new products in one week. More than ten days ago, she was accused of being involved in a human organ trafficking organisation, and just within a day her name was cleared and the police apologised. Is this the type of influence that Jonathan has? Stella looked so happy in the pictures, especially the ones she took with Jonathan, and I could tell she was clearly doing well for herself.

Mila wrapped her arm around her mate's shoulder, smiling lovingly at him for a few seconds before looking at me. I grinned hard, biting on my lower lip to prevent the laughter from tumbling out. However, he wasn't making it easier with his penetration glare. “Stella,” I waved. “Oh, I know you.” His teeth grinded, his eyes narrowed into slits. I chuckled. “Of course you do. Not everyone can forget the lady who whooped their ass.” If anything, his face got red and he clenched his fists together. I rolled my eyes at the act, what a girl. “Enjoy your meal.” They did all ruin my appetite with their presence after all.

Stella said warmly. Alan responded with a light-hearted tone, "Stella, the word is you're well-acquainted with Mr. White from White Corporation. Any truth in that?" Stella and Lucas had shared the intimacy of a married couple, a depth of connection that was once profound. However, following their divorce, Stella's feelings had shifted dramatically; she now desired to sever all ties and keep him out of her life. She responded with a hint of amusement, "Oh, Mr. Conway, the stories spun by the media can often blend fact with fiction. I trust you're adept at separating the two."

Stella spared a glance at Max and the other few members who nodded their heads in yes. Once everything was done, Stella walked toward Max and hugged him since she was apprehensive. Max smiled at her and kissed her forehead, "Don't worry. All you have to do is shoot me here," he pointed at his stomach and below his heart. "Just do it when I am close to you, it will be easier for you to guess the position without hurting me fatally." Flashback end... In the past two months I succeeded in destroying Lucifer Miller's strongest networks with the help of Stella's plan. She not only managed to earn her father's reliance but also annihilate him without getting noticed by him until two days ago.

"I agree. Let's not act hastily. We need to gather more information before we make any decisions. I'll speak with Mr. Lincoln myself and see what he has to say about the situation." "Alright, but please make it quick. Glenn's reputation is on the line, and I won't rest until justice is served." Mrs. Stark nods, albeit reluctantly. With a reassuring smile, Mr. Stark picks up the phone and dials Mr. Lincoln's number. After a few rings, Mr. Lincoln's voice comes through the line. "Mr. Lincoln, it's Mr. Stark. I need to speak with you about a matter concerning one of our actresses," Mr. Stark says, his tone serious.

My knees shook as I bent down to pick up the Chomolia I'd dropped unconsciously, and I stayed like that for a full minute until I was certain that I would not fall when I got back on my feet. Lincoln had got his answer. After all, you can't run a show without knowing your script. Lincoln Zion wanted to confirm whether everything that happened on that one particular night all those years ago was true. And now, now he knew. He knew that my soul danced to the beat of his drum. I was his. I was all his to have, and there was absolutely nothing either of us could do about it.