Linda Hayes Cheshire Novels & Stories

Parking her car at the right place, she walked to the reception provocatively attracting a lot of attention on herself. “I’m here to see Mr Johnson”, Linda said rather proudly whilst playing with her freshly manicured nails. Having a moderately high status in M city as a model as well as a student, she was highly respected by everyone and her identity wasn’t a hidden one. After all she was the face of the Davison company making her the heiress. “Please-please do you have an appointment?”, Lana asked respectfully with a polite smile on her face. Lana couldn’t afford to disrespect another high member of the society so she asked her questions respectfully and behaved quite politely towards Lind

Linda, with her characteristic enthusiasm, took control of the remote, flipping through channels until she found a favorite show. As the drama on the screen intensified, I found myself drawn to the palpable tension between Linda and Christine. Their furtive glances and hushed whispers hinted at a secret they were desperately trying to conceal. Finally, unable to ignore the elephant in the room, I decided to confront them head-on. "I've noticed the way you two keep exchanging glances," I remarked, my voice cutting through the tense silence. "Is there something else going on besides Chester's disappearance?" Linda's gaze fell to her abdomen, her hand instinctively resting on her swollen belly.

It started when the new girl joined our class. Linda, that was her name, she had moved down from London, her father had been selected to run the new shopping center on the outskirts of Dorchester and they had bought a huge detached house in Char Minster. Linda was very attractive with long straight natural blonde hair falling just below her petite waist, her beautiful unblemished round face included a pair of the most striking large doe like eyes that I had ever seen, they were a beautiful shade of dark emerald green with wonderful long dark eyelashes, the type that didn’t require the need for artificial additions like mascara to lengthen them. Her eyebrows were plucked into two perfectly fo

“Relax, child. Just a little… tip. Your dear Ethan is at a motel not far from here. Cherries Motel. Room fourteen.” Chase came around the car, glaring. “What are you playing at, Mother?” Lyra, don't pay any attention to her for all we know mother might be messing with you. No, I said. She might be on to something. How do you even know where he is? I questioned. “Oh, nothing,” she said sweetly, her eyes gleaming. “Tuddles.” She walked away, with a mischievous grin on her face. You ruined my family, now let's see how you take what you're about to see… Linda is lost in thoughts as she walks away.

from the workers. Linda was a fashion goddess, and everyone knew that. From the delicate embroidery that knitted a seamless purple gown, which did nothing but show off the glow from her fresh skin—one of the latest trends off the runway—to the Hermes bag strapped to her hand, which was new-season. Her silver-dyed hair complimented her looks as it fell in neat curls over her shoulder. She took to the corner that led to the CEO's office and caught Shelly bent over Kylian's secretary's desk in an early morning gossip.

" She raises her brows at her. "Have I ever lied to you? It wasn't her." "If you say so. I believe you." "Your dessert must be done now" she mumbles smiling inwardly. "Yea, I almost forgot" Linda retorts and walks out. Jenny watches her leave and releases the breath she didn't know she was holding. "My sweet banana bread dessert is done" Linda giggles walking in with the brownish-colored dessert in a heart shape put into a flat golden plate in her hands.

She walked to my front, her hands gripping my chin as she spat harshly, “ No questions in here! Understood?” I shook my head, banging the chains but that motion was interrupted by a voice from the other side, “ You don't just learn, do you?” I looked up to see Linda standing there with a smile, she was dressed in a small red lingerie that had a thin wrap around her bulging hard nipples. My mouth opened, salivating because I wanted to have a taste of those boobs.

Bea responded with a tired voice, about to end the call. "Aren't you Miss Beatrice Arson?" "Yes, that's me. But I didn't order anything and neither did I schedule an appointment for dresses." "Oh sorry, I think I didn't introduce myself properly. I'm Linda, the owner of Lindsey Bridals. You reached out a couple of days ago for a dress for your wedding coming up in a few weeks. I mean a wedding dress and a dress for the reception." "It's totally fine if you are unable to come over. My team and I will be more than glad to come over to your place with our catalog for you to choose from and also to take your measurements."

My Portugal. By 6 AM, I was already at the building. I was hoping to finish most of my work before Jake arrived. The lobby felt different today. There was tension in the air, like everyone knew something important was happening. Security guards stood at entrances I had never seen them guard before. Expensive cars were already lining the parking lot. I was on my hands and knees scrubbing the marble floor when I heard the sharp click of expensive heels behind me. My stomach dropped. Linda Hayes, the owner's spoiled daughter, was walking toward me with that familiar look of disgust on her perfectly made-up face.