Linda Monroe Novels & Stories

A well-dressed, composed looking woman approached the group. Every pair of eyes moved over her in a quick assessing manner. Molly didn't speak right away, she just looked at the newcomer. The woman smiled in a polite way that was a little too bright. "Linda. Linda Moore." No one responded, for a setting such as this, it felt kind of normal. Linda shrugged it off as her gaze settled on Molly. "I've been watching your swing, it's precise, not many people play that clean." It was meant to be a direct and targeted compliment.

Jesus, I must be far, far drunker than I thought. He holds his hand out. “I’m Lucas Craven.” I just stare at him. He gives me a puzzled look and starts to move his hand away. I quickly put my hand out and shake his warm solid, calloused hand. “I-I’m Lilly, Lillian Blackwood”, I stutter, geez Lill, get a grip, remember he’s a douche bag that just spilled shit all over you…. still, he’s a good-looking douche bag. “I know, I’ve been watching you. I mean, I watched you sing.” He smiles ruefully, pointing at the stage, “You sound amazing.”

She still needed to win Samuel’s favor, no matter the cost. Samuel’s appearance last night attracted a lot of women’s attention. Even though everyone knew that Cindy was his wife, it didn’t stop them from staring lustfully at Samuel. If Samuel was snatched away by another sl*t, her position as Mrs. Langford in the household would be in jeopardy. She would never allow that to happen! During the banquet, she heard that Linda was a world-renowned fashion designer. Almost all the popular female celebrities had worn her designs before. So, Cindy decided to collaborate with Linda.

Randolph said. They flashed their lights into the pen beside hers where two lions prowled. “Call in some more of the staff.” The flashlight’s beam poked into the darkness of her pen, angled toward Big Red. “What are you doing out here, big fellow? Little lady won’t let you snuggle yet?” “Hey, Randolph, what’s that?” The iron fence rattled as they leaned over it and poured their beams of light into the moat. Diana closed her eyes as the light touched her face. Her long red hair covered her naked body like Lady Godiva on her famous ride. She stopped breathing while her heart nearly leaped out of her chest to know they'd found her, and would take her someplace warm.

But what? ‘It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ms Gold,’ Monica said in an uneasy voice. It wasn’t until the woman spoke that Rachel’s memory came into focus. Linda Monroe . Her childhood friend had certainly changed during the past ten years. The beauty that rags and grime had hidden during their adolescence was now as polished as a cut diamond. But there was no denying that the slender, elegant woman before her was the same dirt-poor, struggling girl Rachel had grown up with in South Dallas.

My breath hitched. Linda.

Linda certainly had the look of a mother who would do anything as long as their child was fine. "I thought I could pretend nothing ever happened as long as you understood you made a mistake—" "How are you this good? Hollywood really owes you an Oscar." Tina smirked in disdain, cutting her short impatiently. "Also, are you done? Like I said—where's your proof?" Since she did not do it, she doubted that Linda could show any proof at all.

"Linda Clark." The girl named Linda had long hair that gave off a delicate, timid vibe. She was thin and shy. Though her physique resembled Nina's, her face resembled Miranda's, innocent and pure—a type of beauty that men couldn't resist. The lady boss introduced her to Nina: "This is our new girl. She's beautiful and still undergoing training. She hasn't started working yet. She's from a rural family. Her mother is sick back home and in urgent need of money. Her background is clean."

"You too, Carlo. If you ever need my help... " "One call away," Carlo responded and hung up the call immediately. Luca raised his head to see Linda appear from the corridor in a white midi dress and watched her push her long red hair behind her. He almost screamed on sighting her and she noticed, "Are you alright? " "Sure" For someone who just saw the hottest woman alive. He wasn't. No one would dare compete with Linda in a beauty contest. Everything about her beauty was perfect as all things should be. "Can we go now? You look busy"

On Friday night, just as I vaguely remember, Linda is a very attractive size 12–14 brunette wearing heels, a very short black silk dressing gown that displays her wonderful, well-formed thighs to perfection, and apparently little else. “Hello Nico, do you recall the last time I was in town? A little over a year ago, I told you I wanted to reward my twenty-five-year-old PA. You were very obliging. I have a new PA this time, whom I want to reward, a very talented one. We have been in town for a week on business and my PA helped me complete some very satisfactory deals. And I almost forgot to mention, I want a really good fuck before we return home. Just as last time, you are here today to prov