Lindsay Lohan Novels & Stories

**LIA** After my refreshing shower, I opted for a comfortable travel outfit. I donned a pair of grey cargo pants and a black crop hoodie, ideal for the impending flight. I secured my hair into a ponytail, with plans to release it later. Tying it up initially saved me from the trouble of constantly managing it. As I looked around the room, I couldn't help but notice the mild disarray. Even though room service would eventually tidy it up, my compulsive nature got the best of me. I embarked on an impromptu room-cleaning session after I packed my travel bag and placed it beside Drex's. My curiosity about Drex's whereabouts nagged at me. It was unusual for him to be away for so long, and even tho

She still felt some pain in her ribs and although the makeup team had tried their best to cover the marks on her face. The strangulation marks from David’s hands were still visible on her neck, alongside several bruises on her arms. “But I would like to make a correction Lindsay,” “Of course, go ahead,” “From today, I no longer go by Tamara Caraballi but by Elena Sánchez. And no, I’m not engaged to David Windsor,” Lindsay blinked in surprise. “I’m not one to gossip but yes. I Did see all the buzz on the internet about you being the late Elena Windsor.

“I did. You’re attending an engagement party today with me, and we have to look the part.” I narrowed my eyes. “Even though we plan on ruining it?” I questioned him. He shrugged. “Doesn’t mean we can’t do it beautifully.” Touché. Two hours later, I was no longer Lovia Diaz, I was the Lovia Diaz. The kind that made rooms still and exes stutter. The dress Shane chose was obsidian black, floor-length with a dramatic leg slit and delicate gold embroidery coiling up my sides like fire. My heels were stilettos kissed in champagne shimmer, and my lips were the color of betrayal.

Leah walked into the café, ordered her usual, and sat in her favorite spot. After ten minutes of just sitting there not even touching her strawberries, she noticed that she wasn’t getting comfort from her favorite snack. That’s when she realized that she was depressed. Leah loved her clan, and she would do anything to protect them. But at what cost? Her freedom? Her happiness? This wasn’t fair. She would rather be getting to know Ray than worrying about how she was going to get herself out of mating with Theo Blackwell.

This puts her in an awkward position, and she is caught in between the motions of standing and sitting. Lia snickers at her aunt’s ungainly attempt to right herself. If her limbs weren’t still asleep, she’d have reached for her phone to capture this priceless memory. After all, it isn’t every day that one gets to see Sandara Harrison strike such an inelegant and rather a clumsy pose. Or better still, I could summon my camera and take a couple of shots. Fat chance of that happening though. Not when I’m as magically adept as the next teen down the street. If only wishes were horses...

Her green eyes roamed over Lydia as she exclaimed, “Oh my God!” Lydia stifled a laugh; she knew her mom would soon comment on her beauty and how she would sweep every male off their feet that evening. It was clear that Lydia resembled her mother, both standing tall and slender, with curves that could captivate anyone. Lydia had inherited Luna Alice's striking green eyes, long tan limbs, pointed nose, and beautifully shaped lips.

I find myself waving alongside Fabrico, his face stoic but possessing a small smile tugging the side of his lips anytime he looks at me. I smile at one camera, knowing that Aida, my mom, and Freya are watching the tv right now and I imagine Freya jumping around saying mom and dad are on the tv because she's done it before. The car that pulls up next belongs to Liano. His debut into the celebrity society as his company aired out and he's another top-selling billionaire. A smile crests my face when I see him step out with Vanessa and she looks gorgeous as always, slender and sleek like a model but still not up to Liano's height.