Linda Monroe Novels & Stories

Mercury viewed as she flipped the chicken patty on her pan to the other side while dressing it with her spatula. "Yeah, Collins could've literally woken the dead with that noise, and I was having the best dream of my life, as much as I hate to say it, purple molly is a good recommendation." Linda opined. Linda was an easy going person too, though she was never our mate, I mean she was three stars ahead of us but she never cared to exercise it, she was just such a nice soul though she had a dressing sense that contrasts with her personality, it's either she was on shorts and tubes or on a shirt and strings, I started learning a whole lot about so many of us, we were absolutely hiding a bag fu

she said. It did not take too long for Linda to arrive at her office. Her best friend still played that short video on her phone, and she had not slept the whole night. She looked so haggard that she appeared ten years older; the dark circles ringing her eyes looked almost like a panda’s. “My dear, I’ve completely fallen into a trap.” Linda laid on the guest lounge’s couch, her expression caught somewhere between life and death. Yvonne snatched her phone away from her. She was about to turn the video off when Linda suddenly bolted upright. “Don’t close it. My heart feels empty if I don’t hear the piano.”

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

the butler reported respectfully in the living room. Mr. Monroe was surprised, as he did not expect someone from Mr. Hamlin’s pharmacy to come looking for him. Regaining his composure, he quickly instructed the butler to let Linda in. Soon, the butler ushered Linda into the room. Facing the Monroe family’s scrutinizing eyes, Linda stood straight in the middle of the living room and stated her purpose clearly, “Mr. Monroe, I’m here on Mr. Hamlin’s orders to deliver this prescription to you. If you follow it, your health should improve significantly.”

Thank you Jay, thank you for making me the happiest woman on earth" "Yes" "That's so sweet of you ". "Miss Monalisa , I know it might come as a shock to you but try not to freak out " "Okay, what is it? "Miss Monalisa...will you marry me?. "What!!!

My hands were shaky but I tried to hide that fact. “Linda Wells, it is certainly wonderful to see you in the flesh. The famous wife of Billionaire Chris Kingston,” The woman began. She was dressed in a business suit that showed off her curves perfectly. She had the body of a model, and her face card, it was just wow. She was wearing fancy dark shades, and when she took them off, her piercing green eyes bore into my soul. Her hair was dark and curly, it bounced slightly every time she would move.

It was evident which one was Monica the second Bree walked through the door. Not only was every eye in the room on the woman, she was stunning. She looked a little bit like Lilly in the face, but her hair was dark black and hung almost to her waist. She was so tall and thin, it was evident why she wanted to be a model. She looked like one. There was no longer a question in her mind why Trent wanted to be with her instead of Bree. While she’d always thought she was pretty enough, Monica was absolutely gorgeous.

The woman smiled at her and asked, “Do you need my help?” Linda was stunned. She looked at her hesitantly and asked warily, “Help what? Do you know me?” “You’re Linda Vanderbilt, Maisie Vanderbilt’s cousin. You were married once, but you are divorced. Most importantly, you have a grudge against Maisie.” When Linda heard that the woman knew her name and the fact that she had married before, she frowned. “Who are you?”

a nurse at her side asked. "Who else? The new one. Mona," Linda replied curtly. The younger nurse's eyes widened. "Wait—isn't she the girl who saved him? They look awfully close. Are they dating?" The casual remark struck Linda like a slap. She wanted to deny it outright—but then she smiled thinly. "Wouldn't surprise me. With a face and figure like that, you can tell she's not the type who's here to work hard." She sighed in feigned helplessness. "Frank's a young man. How's he supposed to resist someone like her?"

Linda nodded seriously, recalling fragments of memory. The woman had worn a black dress and had a gentle, sophisticated air. She'd offered Linda a drink. She remembered those delicate fingers reaching out, looking especially pale under the glinting glass, and that large blue diamond ring. "Oh, and she had a mole behind her right ear." "She wore a blue diamond ring and had a mole behind her right ear. That's all I can remember," Linda strained to recall more. "I see," Sarah said quietly.