Linda's Tale Novels & Stories

"Linda, you shouldn't even be in New York. Have you completely lost your mind? You were set to be arrested the very day you stepped foot in this city because of your betrayal from the past. Adrian has a standing federal warrant with your name on it." The moment the word arrest left Lila’s mouth, Linda’s expression shifted beautifully into a masterpiece of psychological manipulation. She didn't look guilty; she looked completely broken. She let out a soft, trembling sob, turning her face just enough so that the assistant standing by the door could see her tears.

“You’d like to think that, wouldn’t you? Fact is, I am Linda, and she’s me. We’re all here in the dark, waiting for you. Only fitting, after all, seeing as how you killed Linda . . . ” The bat shook. Its light dimmed and his legs weakened at the knees. “No, no, no. I didn’t kill her. I never, ever wanted . . . ” The thing spread its hands. “Well, you didn’t draw the warm bath, pour a bottle of sleeping pills down her throat and cut her wrist forher. She did that all on her own. Gotta admire her efficiency, by the way. Most people botch their suicides, cause they don’t really want to bite it, but she wanted to, all right. Even had a back-up plan, swallowing those sleeping pills before slashin

Linda whines on the base, grabbing the first book off the end table. "Actually, in case it works," Gabriel mutters, suspicious. — It needs to work.— “What do the treats mean?” Jay asks the redhead, her temple and forehead brimming with wrinkles as her somewhat blue eyes focus around her. Linda requires a couple of moments before speaking. “I think I saw them during my medical procedure,” he discovers without drawing her gaze from the book it contains. This is every time I hear that for the first time. By the time I check the front of the book, it's pretty much similar to...

Having no lead in their investigation, they left the motel, dispirited at their hundredth failure. But Matilda isn’t disappointed. Does Linda think she can get past her deeds without getting caught? She won’t let her wander around the world and live a happy care free life. She’ll end her career and put a check to her actions very soon. Linda will go out again and if spirits heard her prayers, she’ll definitely get caught to one of Ophelia’s cameras with her face exposed to the lens. She’ll attain her revenge in the end. It’s only a matter of time.

She didn't plan to tell Isa her life story right there. “As time goes on, you will learn more about me. I am not going to spend much time with you.” Linda mumbled, gesturing her hands to the wall clock. Isa ignored it and continued paying attention to her. She has already begun to enjoy her company. “Are you traveling?” Isa asked, lines of sadness appearing on her face. “Yes, only when my lord asks me to leave.” Linda answered, tucking her strands of hair behind her ear. Just when she was about to ask what she meant, it dawned on her that she was referring to Raymond as the Lord. A picture of him appeared inside her head but she shoved it off.

She fisted her palm with her eyes closed, then began to move her lips to speak gibberish, words that are incoherent, her fisted palm also lifted and stretched at us. “There,” she opened her eyes and muttered. “Now we can all chat.” She smiled at us. “I’m not in the mood to chat, whatever you’ve done to her, I need you to undo it before I do something worse to you and make you regret it,” I resorted to threatening, Linda is dying and she might be my only hope to save her. I’m willing to do whatever it takes.

' "Since you're dying to know my name, allow me to reveal it to you. My name is Linda Green." Linda said coldly. Naturally, it was Lucas’ first time hearing Linda's name. He smiled casually. "Now that I know your name, you may make your move." Linda stared at Lucas. "You really want to die?" "Yeah, bring it on," said Lucas faintly. Linda gritted her teeth. She had a very bad temper. If she had not escaped her marriage, she would not have come to the northern lands. "Since you want to die, I shall fulfill your request!"

When they almost got to the door, Lara stopped and turned to her. "Listen to me carefully Linda, the rich would always protect their own. They would not let you off even if you weren't the one who masterminded everything. Tell them you had no idea what the tea was and that you added laxatives to it. That would reduce your punishment." Lara said quickly but Linda was confused. "What are you talking about...?" Before she could finish, Lara had turned around and had announced her arrival, and pushed her into the room. She walked in awkwardly and curtseyed to the old couple who stared at her expressionlessly, not even responding to her greeting, as they always did with all their servants. Before

Linda lowered her head, then looked up, her eyes were filled with pain and memories she didn’t want to relive. “I was killed back then, but I didn’t die the way everyone thinks.” She said. I held her hands tightly, my heart racing. “I hid the truth from you all this time,” Linda said softly. “I’m a witch.” My breath caught. “A stone witch, to be exact.” The words felt unreal. Kathryn exhaled sharply. “A witch?” Linda nodded. “I know it sounds crazy, but it’s the truth. Just as Linda was about to start her story, footsteps echoed from behind us.

“I’m tired of living by someone else’s rules. This time, I’ll move at my own pace. No pressure, no deadlines, and no shapeshifters or goddesses telling me what to do.” I can’t help but smile a little at that. Linda’s smile isn’t full of love, but it’s honest. And right now, that’s the best I can ask of her. She stands up slowly, testing her strength as if making sure her body will hold her. After a deep sigh, she looks at me and nods. “Come on, Lydia. It’s time to say goodbye.” Our steps echo against the stone walls as we walk toward the entrance of the cave. Linda carries a small backpack filled with the few things she wanted to keep—some photos of our parents, a few pieces of clothing, and