Linda Fairstein Books Novels & Stories

He opens his mouth to say something else but Linda speaks before him. “Have you checked on your….. friend? Or should I call her your neighbor or client?” Linda asks in a tone that Fred doesn't quite understand. “Who?” he asks, gazing at her intently while munching on the sandwich but Linda merely flickers eyes across his face before replying. “You might want to check the latest blog post on Anonymous Gist.”

I'd taken that figurine from my study and planted it in the guest room earlier, while Linda and Casey were busy toasting each other. Linda hadn't just found it. She'd photographed it and posted it in the group. I opened my phone and saw the latest reply. [OP LLLIN: Found it! Turns out she's actually a pretty famous author! Ha—she NEVER bragged about being this big!] [FFFYEP: Move fast! Check her novels, see what we can use!] A few minutes later, Linda updated again, practically vibrating with glee. [OP LLLIN: Got it! She's got this thriller from a few years back where the main character takes revenge for a girl who jumped to her death. The MC steals corporate secrets and basically destroys t

DANTE “Why do you think you’re about to spiral out of control?” Linda sat across from me, pen ready over her notepad, her bright blue eyes fixed on me like she could see straight into my head. For a second, I almost laughed. I never understood why someone like her chose this job—listening to people like me spill their mess and dirty secrets. She was pretty, put-together, mid-thirties, the kind of blonde you’d expect to have an easier life. One filled with light, not other people’s darkness.

deeply shook her. Little did Linda know that Bianca's name also appeared in Frost's will. Linda had a plan; she decided to write a book about Doctors Without Borders, to let more people know that in today's profit-driven world, there is still such a group of people who, regardless of personal safety, are devoted to their faith and mission. Bianca squinted at Frost from a distance. He still had that cold expression, even though his words were so sincere and warm. It seemed that "coldness" was a permanently engraved expression on his face.

Every few seconds, her eyes flicked toward the window, as if she was gauging how fast they were going, as if she was imagining throwing the door open and running until her legs gave out. Linda chewed the inside of her cheek, her mind circling in restless loops. She didn’t like this—didn’t like the sudden intrusion of Lya, didn’t like the weight pressing down on Agatha’s shoulders, didn’t like the gnawing suspicion that something was off. But she also knew that starting a fight now, in the close confines of the car, would only pour gasoline on a fire that was already sparking. And Lya… Lya leaned back against the seat, humming a tune under her breath as though nothing in the world could touch

I had almost forgotten they speak these since Damien stopped some time after I was brought to this pack. “Hey come on.” Linda turned to me swiftly before walking into another room. Walking into the room filled with nothing more than long rows of shelves filled with books to the brim, a quite aged woman was sitting at a table, reading a book with her eyeglass fixed on the bridge of her nose. “Hello, Mrs. Kennedy.” Linda greeted, keeping a smile on her face. “Hello, how may I help you?” She did not look friendly, not even one bit, she looked like she was mad for getting disturbed. Linda immediately pulled the stealer’s book from her back, placed it on the table and hurriedly flipped through th

"My name is Jennifer Elie. My sister, Linda Argwins, has been in a coma for six years following a deadly car crash in December 2014. A month ago, I went to her house back in the village to do some cleaning. And while I turned over her pile of clothes, I came across this secret journal that contains overwhelming information about her woes and sticky wicket, and which might be helpful in resuscitating her health." 💫🌟🌟🌟💫

She looked at the woman in front of her and then just nodded her head silently. "Yes," she said, grasping the book in her hand. And with that, the two of them made their own way as Althea headed straight to the library. A bitter smile crossed her lips once she closed the door to the room. It was a good thing that this was a secluded place just for the Sibals, and so there won't be anyone who can come here except for those Israel has authorized. Did Linda really think that she had forgiven the man just like that? Just from a simple gesture of taking care of her when she was sick in bed?

"That's the latest development, I'll fill you in if anything pops up." "Aight, I'll do same." Linda emptied her glass in one gulped, grabbed her handbag, after saying the necessary pleasantries, she made it for the door. Randy was tailing behind her. "Oh, hey Mi… Fabiola!" She bit her tongue when she realized the name she was about uttering. Fabiola was sitting behind her computer occupying herself. She looked up and shot Linda a scary stare when she heard what Linda was about to say. Her look was enough to reset Linda's brain.

The connections, the resources, the status she'd been so proud of — in front of a real heiress, they were nothing but paper. "Ms. Sinclair… I was wrong… I was blind… please, I'm begging you, let me go…" She crawled toward me, reaching for my legs. I stepped back in disgust. "Faye." I called out a name. Behind the crowd, Faye went rigid. "You love obedience tests so much, don't you?" I pointed at Linda. "Here's your chance. Hand over every piece of evidence of Linda's fraud — all of it — and expose her right here, right now. Do that, and I won't come after you for everything you've done."