Lindsay Lohan Novels & Stories

I hear Jeremy shout again from the floor above. “Right come on Willow, you must be ready now…you look gorgeous.” Lizzie tells me. “I don’t know about that. I have a feeling you will be the one turning heads tonight in that dress.” I add. Lizzie was stunning. She had long black hair, great big blue eyes and a body to die for. She was wearing a bright blue mini dress and tanned wedges. She never over did it unlike Samantha, who enjoyed all eyes on her. I on the other hand, liked to stay in the side lines, observing the situation and keeping a watchful eye on my 2 best friends.

Different is what I need right now. Leaving the bathroom with a solemn promise to myself, I hop on a different train and pray that whatever the future has for me will be good. After sitting, an older woman is scolding her daughter, whom she calls "Ashanti." Ashanti. I love it. Ashanti Dunbar. Perfect.

Breathing heavily they laid down against their cushions, tired and exhausted from all their running. Their lives were at stake, especially Lia; the lady who sucked Branden off. She hadn't fully recovered from Branden's tight grip, his handprints were seen all over her neck. If Branden was to ever set his eyes on them again they would regret living. "Lia are you alright?" Her colleague said. Lia was a short brunette with big brown eyes and a massive curves. She had almost failed her mission, she was assigned to have sex with Branden while her colleague would film the act.

They were Caucasian, Asian, African, Indian and women who had mixed nationalities. The launch started at seven in the evening and ended at eleven, almost midnight. The famous model Stephanie Fox had a final walk with the world renowned fashion designer Carlos Vianilla. The audience gave a standing ovation, and it is very obvious that Cathy did not expect her first assignment to go well.

“I was hoping we could discuss the upcoming investor’s gala.” I watched as she placed a manicured hand on his desk, leaning in slightly. Lucas barely reacted. “Not now, Veronica.” She pouted, but her eyes flickered toward me. “Oh, is this…?” “My wife,” Lucas said flatly. “Lily, this is Veronica Hayes, head of PR.” Veronica’s lips curled into a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “Oh, how lovely. It’s such a pleasure to meet you, Lily.”

Chantelle is working at the coffee shop, and she sees a customer enter. She's surprised to see that it's Delcan, the handsome, wealthy man she met the other night. She feels a little flustered, but she tries to act cool and collected. As Delcan walks up to the counter, he says, "Hello, I'd like to order a coffee, please." He smiles at Chantelle, and she feels her heart skip a beat. She's nervous, but she tries to play it cool. "Sure thing," she says, and she starts making his coffee. Chantelle hands Delcan his coffee, and as he takes it, their hands touch briefly. They both look up, a little surprised by the contact. There's an awkward moment of silence, and then Delcan says, "Thanks for the

"Of course. She's probably jealous that Alex and Sasha are getting close. "This is probably just an act to get his attention. Leave her alone; I'd like to see what other acts she has up her sleeve." Liam had a thing for Sasha, and this was his way of helping her get back at me. In the end, I died in the lounge. The three men didn't notice something was amiss until I had laid stiffly and lifelessly on the ground for ten whole minutes. They blanched when they realized I truly wasn't breathing.

She pouted apologetically. I frowned at her in the mirror with a pressed lips look to show that I'm annoyed, but in fact, I appreciate it that she could come in spite of having a tight schedule. Lila is one of the most successful social media influencers and an event was organized by YóuTube where she was invited to host the show. She's been pretty busy working for the event which was a four day event in another city.

She landed on the ice-cold tar road with a thump. “Ah! Isn’t that Miss Lorraine?” “Pfft! Miss Larson is the hottest female celebrity at the moment. She’s really regal. Why would she ever appear on the street so casually? Are you dreaming?” “I’m beginning to wonder if I’m dreaming too. But look!” The other person rubbed her eyes. “Oh my god, it really is her! She’s my idol. What is she doing? Why is she kneeling on the ground? Who hurt her? Come on, let’s help her!”

He is like the celebrity of the corporate world. I search for his social media accounts so I can stalk him better, but other than the company's official pages, I couldn't find anything. Just a F******k fan-made page of Ryan Damison, that’s it. I like him. I. LIKE. HIM. A man who is busy making money has no time for petty fame or social media. My interest in him has reached Jupiter by now. Around five in the evening, when I am almost done with work, the telephone on my table rings. I have my own fucking telephone. So cool!