Lindsay Partin Novels & Stories

"Or should I say morning, Mrs. late riser?" I open the car door. "Good day to you too." Noah smiles at me but snaps his head to the sidewalk when a girl from our school, Lindsay, calls his name. "Noah!" Lindsay walks down from a building with a Louis Vuitton purse dangling from her trimmed arms. Her smile speaks of a woman who knows she has the world admiring her beauty. I'm not exaggerating. Lindsay looks like she could be dating the handsome man sitting next to me. They would make an attractive couple that could easily pose for magazines.

Damned. Lindsay was 17, mousy and thin, with light brown hair (the same color as mine) that hung almost to her waist. She was wearing her usual workout outfit -- a tanktop and yoga pants. She eyed us, confused, like someone searching for an obvious word but unable to find it in the moment. "Nothing," Lucy said, like this was a perfectly satisfying answer. She didn't even get off the pillow. Just spun around and stared up at our younger sister. "Go away."

I opened the search bar, drew in a breath, and typed: "Lindsay." The first result was a chat with his college friend, Jake. Two weeks old. Jake: [What's going on with you and Vivian? I saw how crazy things got on that Havalia Island trip. What are you gonna do about Lindsay?] Tyler: [Lindsay's nice, but she's boring. I'm embarrassed to bring her around. Vivian said we'll go public after her startup closes its Series A. Until then, I'm just keeping Lindsay around.] My hand froze.

Really looked. “They used the wrong sample.” Silence. I forced the words out, as if they scraped my throat on the way up. “It’s Ethan Williams.” She stared at me. No. She stared through me. “Ethan... Williams?” Her voice cracked. “Like... Ethan? New York’s emotionally constipated prince of darkness? That one?” I just nodded. Lindsay made this noise—like a laugh and a gasp and a swear all tangled together. “I need to sit down,” she said.

"The contents of this invite proves my very right to enter the Lycan's kingdom where the contract renewal is bound to be held." "The contract renewal will go as planned even without the Queen Luna's presence." Quinn narrowed his eyes as though warning me to back off. "That's just another way of discriminating me from all this, my lord." I know he'll bite back from this. "Leaxandra, darling, you are Lumina's Luna. No form of discrimination shall be thrown your way." He came closer to cup my chin up and force me to look him straight in the eye. "But your inclusion from this trip is a risk I cannot take."

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She then looked at Sean and said a little shyly, "Um, could you turn around? I'll give it a try." "You'll try it now?" Sean was slightly surprised. "Yeah." Lindsay nodded. She then immediately pretended to glare at Sean fiercely as she said, "I'll give you hell if I find out you're lying to me!" "Sure…" Sean's lips twitched as he agreed with her words. However, he was very confident in his product. He turned his back toward her. Lindsay did the same. She then rolled her shirt up, revealing her flat stomach. Due to years of training, Lindsay's abdomen had no excess fat. Her skin was silky smooth and immaculate. It even had the kind of abs many women sought to have.

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

Grabbing her phone, she penned a detailed account of her experience and posted it on her Twitter. As the wife of Windsor, a corporate executive with an impressive salary and extensive connections, Lindsay had her own network of influential contacts. Her Twitter quickly drew attention, prompting inquiries immediately . It wasn't long before the story came out that Lindsay had been misled at the shop of the so-called renowned master. The incident ignited a wave of skepticism and lively debates about the legitimacy of the master's special ability in a short time.

She walked into Linda's office and put down the script. When she raised her head to look, she felt that the elderly woman here was a little familiar. When she looked again, she couldn't help but be shocked. Why was she here? However, Linda did not know, and welcomed her with a smile, "Madam, thank you for choosing my company. I wonder if you have any special requests!" "I heard that you guys have a designer called Cynthia Lawson. I want to ask her to design it for me." The woman's gaze immediately fell upon Cynthia, who was in front of her. She was shocked.