Linda Fairstein Latest Novel Novels & Stories

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?

After learning about Joan’s single niece, Linda Bakerson, who’d recently moved from New York to accept a position teaching junior high English, Glenda immediately set to work arranging a dinner to introduce the two. She’d managed to force him to view Linda’s F******k page in order to help support her cause. If the photos were true and accurate, she was an attractive woman of slight build. Her long blonde hair and hazel eyes reminded him of Theresa. He wasn’t sure if that was such a good thing. Theresa was hard enough to get out of his mind without being forced to be in the company of a woman who resembled her.

“Was Mike Hanson as hot as ever?” Fanning herself with her hand, Linda looked toward the sky and said, “Was he ever! I’m going to be having some excellent dreams tonight!” Eve laughed and said, “I believe it!” “I’m sure you will be dreaming of your man tonight,” Linda said with a grin. “Well, I’m sure it will cross my mind,” Eve said, grinning back. Linda laughed, then asked, “Do you want to go to that cafe down the street on the corner?”

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

Instead, Rafael thought locking her up was a befitting punishment. He had no idea, o fucking idea—that he was playing right into her hand. This... all of it... was her design. Her last card. Her only way to survive. And she played it with precision. Every word she spat, every insult, every taunt... calculated. The fear of death still hovered, yes, but the moment he chose a cell over a sword, Linda knew her time was coming. It was just a matter of patience. A matter of years.

“Come on. I’ll take you upstairs to rest.” He stood and guided her toward the stairs. Finn and Calvin exchanged a look. Then they followed right after them. God, I wanted to go eavesdrop so badly. Linda, sitting beside me, muttered under her breath, “Slutty bitch.” That jogged my memory. There was a drugging subplot around this part of the story. If I remembered correctly, Linda was the culprit. She had been secretly in love with Calvin for years, but Calvin only had eyes for Nancy. In the original novel, she managed to drug him, but afterward he turned the tables and dosed her ten times worse, leaving her stranded with no help. She ended up with a terrible fate.

"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." 💫🌟🌟🌟💫

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

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."

“So what did you want to know about Linda?” “I wanted to find out where she is. I heard she was on a world tour, but I don't know the exact country.” “What did she do to you?” I stuttered, not expecting the question,“I have—um…” Sarah rose her hand, “I’ll help you out because I know she did something to you guys.” "Linda's not on a world tour," she said, her voice low in a conspiratory whisper. "She's in Philadelphia right now. She's still feeling much obsessed with Dante, and she thinks Olivia is the reason he won't take her back."