Linda Monroe Novels & Stories

Confused, Meredith stopped adjusting the mask on her face, looked at the lady, and asked, "Why?" The lady was from the performing team, Linda. She was mainly involved in performing sexy dances. Meredith, on the other hand, was in charge of doing piano solos. For some reason, Linda disliked her and had always come up with different ways to pick a bone with her. "Isn't it obvious? The guests don't know how to admire your piano solo and would prefer to see me pole dance instead," replied Linda while she fixed her make-up. Glancing at Meredith through the mirror, Linda sniggered and mocked, "To put it simply, they don't want to see your ugly face."

"Ah, you must be Mr. Maxwell. I am Linda Blair," The woman who greeted me said. I recognized her voice from our phone conversation. She was nothing like I imagined. I expected a woman of the age of 40 with grey hair and thick glasses that made her look like a librarian from old school movies. Instead, I was looking at a 30 something gorgeous woman with a head full of long blonde hair.

Around this time, Linda won the first Best Actress award of her career, and her birthday was just around the corner. To celebrate, Shawn threw her a lavish party. The venue was extravagantly decorated, with many of her fans invited to attend. They even set up a live-stream for the event. Dressed in a pristine white cocktail dress, Linda spoke softly, her voice filled with gratitude as she thanked her fans. The next segment of the event was a montage of video messages recorded by her fans. The large screen behind her lit up. The footage that appeared was blurry, the angle discreet, as though it had been filmed in secret.

" As if you don't know you are the most beautiful girl in our group if not our class" That is the honest truth, Linda, is an epitome of beauty. She is tall, slim, brown skinned,curvy and has a nice flat tommy,infact ,she looked like a model. I am beautiful but compared to Linda ,I can't even get five points. Sometimes I wonder how we became friends because people like her are who we describe as"classic babes".

Hadn't the big show ended? In the dim light, who was the silhouette in the lady's dress? Not only was the audience curious, even Linda was startled by the sudden appearance of the woman, asking her subordinates: "Is... is that Wenona?" "It's... her." The subordinates were somewhat bewildered. "This bimbo!" Linda scolded. "She's obsessed with fame!" The T-stage was still slick from the lubricant. If she went up now, there was no way she wouldn't slip and fall! Was she deliberately courting embarrassment?

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

I muttered. "No one fully does," Linda replied. I hooked my arm through hers as we walked. "Wait.. why do you look completely unbothered by all of this?" She gave me a deadpan glance. "I've attended the Met Gala multiple times." I stopped walking. "You what?" "I train models. I'm respected, powerful, and extremely busy." "I forgot," I said, genuinely stunned. "Clearly." "But isn't it still exciting? The celebrities, the fashion, the…"

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.”