Linda Lake Smallville Novels & Stories

I saw that lady with Linda when she was talking and chatting with her on the bench in the park. As expected, the lady got admitted in the hospital and Linda visited her. I was keeping a watch on her 24x7 so I knew very well how her daily routine was and when could have been the best time to attack her. I was planning to murder her in the hospital but unfortunately I failed and also I got a scar on my arm. The police had gotten involved in it and I was afraid that I might end up in the prison again so I decided not to go after this task anymore. I stayed silent for 6 months and didn't do anything. It was then when Lisa called me and ordered me again that I should get rid of Linda as soon as p

Simone chokes, spitting out the mouthful of water she just sipped before quickly cleaning it off Ezekial. “Last night. I would love to say it was romantic, but he did it next to the ball pit of the kid’s playhouse we took Jakey to” she answers with a giggle. “I told him I would think about it.” “What’s stopping you?” Simone asks, eyeing the red cheeks creeping up on Linda’s face. “It’s only been a few years since Jared died. It’s too soon” Linda whispers, her cheeks going flush from embarrassment. “No, it’s not” Simone responds, moving a sleeping Ezekial to the bassinette. “Don’t you love Bart?”’

“I do trust you. I’m just nervous, that’s all.” “It’s normal to be nervous. But don’t worry, they will love you.” “I hope so,” Linda says, biting her lip. I pull her into a tight hug. “They will,” I say firmly. “So get ready for a nice day at the lake.” She gasps. “The lake? Oh my god. I need to make sure I have the right outfit.” She pushes me off and then runs into her bedroom. I roll my eyes. “Linda, for fucks sake. It’s not until next weekend. And besides, who cares what you wear at the lake?” I shout.

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.

But amidst her grief, Linda's eyes glowed with an eerie intensity, and I realized that something within her had awakened—a power that would shake the foundations of our world. I immediately rushed to Linda's side, my heart heavy with sorrow for her and her fallen mate. "Linda, we need to get you out of here," I urged, trying to pull her away from the devastating scene. She clung to her mate's lifeless body, tears streaming down her face as her sobs echoed through the empty space. "We have to go," I pleaded, knowing that staying there was too dangerous. But amidst her grief, Linda's eyes glowed with an eerie intensity, and I realized that something within her had awakened—a power that would s

I paused my steps and threw a glance behind my shoulder to see Linda seating herself on the near coach looking dazed and if i am not wrong on the verge of passing out. Alex sat by her side, his hand rested on hers, "Is there something wrong?" He asked, worried. I noticed the bob in her throat as she gazed back at him, she weakly shook her head, "It's just that...that's a face I never thought I'd see again." I know that Linda used to work for Alex's father and so did Liam before, so probably there was something going on between them, right? I didn't give it much thoughts as I turned again and followed Liam to my room. He was already sitting on the bed's edge, eagerly listening to Lilly as she

Linda continued with a smile. Mila had her eyes wide open, "I don't drink hot stuff fast, I was hungry that day." Mila defended. Brant facepalmed himself. Linda laughed and cried, "so you really are Mila? Where have you been all these years? I mourned for you. I go to the cemetery every year and drop a flower on your grave, I make sure it is always cleaned, but you've been alive all this time and the person who knows is instead him and not me, why?" Linda lamented.

she ranted, taking out two wine glasses and a bottle of vodka and fruit punch. Remember when I said that Linda had a family tragedy a year ago? Linda's mother died from cancer. She was so devastated. She went out to parties, got drunk and high, and I had to help her get through this. "What did she want?" I questioned as she set the glasses on the coffee table. Linda and I moved into this nice studio during our freshmen year in Uni. The walls were painted a light nude cream color there was two L shaped white sofas, a coffee table and a plasma screen TV. There are some photos of me and Linda and friends and families on the walls.

Linda shouted the instant she sighted Yvonne trying to enter into the witches' land. Yvonne turned her head and looked at her as she recalled that Linda is Denovon's daughter and he was the one that almost killed her, she decided to rain her anger on Linda. "Mia, I've missed you so much…" Linda said as she ran towards her and tried hugging Yvonne but Yvonne shoved her hands off. "Get your hands off me you quisling friend of mine." Yvonne snapped at her. Linda brought her hanging hands down and looked at Yvonne as tears clouded her eyes.

She’d only repeated what Julian had told her. “How sure are you,” Linda said smoothly, “that the Lachlans aren’t trying to kill you?” Her smile widened. She’d been with me this morning, terrified when the car rammed into us. And now, here she was, treating all of this like some twisted joke. “There is something wrong with you,” I said, my anger shaking inside me. Linda only looked in the mirror, calm and unbothered. “I told you from the start that the Lachlan family is broken. Twisted.” She glanced at me through the mirror, her lips still curved. “I never said I wasn’t, too.”