Lindsay Stratton Novels & Stories

Lindsay knew how to motivate the girls very well, she didn't skimp on criticism, but she also distributed praise and it was great fun for everyone. Whenever she had the chance, Jill watched Lindsay unobtrusively. She had to admit without envy that the black-haired woman really looked extremely good. She wore a red suit with a white blouse that contrasted attractively with her dark complexion. Her black hair was cut in a modern short hairstyle that flattered her face and showed off her fawn eyes.

I sighed, having enough of his weird behavior and how to scold him, making him leave the night alone with Liam. But before I can say anything, Jane steps in to stop Brandon, placing a comforting hand on Brandon’s shoulder as she eyes Jayce with some anger. “This argument will get us nowhere, so both of you calm down. Brandon Marline is all alone, she might be asking for us. And Jayce, you need to understand that this is not the first time that Rachel has been babysitting one of our children at night, and we trust her, but you are a complete stranger. So….,” Jane sighed. “Maybe you’re overstepping your boundaries by asking our permission to put your once in our palace and think,” Jane made up

He was just there to guide. * Anita approached Catherine as soon as she entered the studio, looking worried. “What’s going on?” “It’s Lyra,” Anita whispered. “I...I don’t know what’s going on. She was amazing at the auditions, but she doesn’t seem compatible with Dex.” Catherine found this absurd, so she told her mother “let’s...I wanna see.” Anita clapped her hands once as a signal to the person operating the music. “One more run, please!”

There's the Sheriff's daughter Lindsay, the football team's muse Carrie, and Patricia. Lindsay is the daughter of the most respected man in town, and her mother just died. Many already think that she will win because of sympathy votes. Carrie is a wonderful young lady. She's tall, curves in all the right places, and considerably intelligent. But Anthony Harrington won't go down without a fight. He campaigned for his daughter. Flaunted every achievement she had and how she is better at being a role model. Because, why not? She goes to church regularly, and she even serves as a youth leader. "Dad? What are you doing?" Patricia asked her dad, shocked to see him outside her school giving out fly

he was probably with his other family, while I was here, waiting for his return. "Vivian Atelo is a fashion designer, and is Canadian based. Their children are in high school now, and... Lyla, I'm so sorry about this." Ivy threw the papers away and drew me into a tight hug. I felt my lungs collapse and my throat tightening in tears. Why did it hurt so much? I squeezed my eyes shut to control the tears from falling. I wasn't supposed to care. I should have gotten over Michael by now, but why... Why did it feel like my heart was being ripped out of my chest?

“Wait… do you smell that?” Clara frowned faintly. “Smell what?” Fallon inhaled again. “Like… something burning?” Elara lifted her head slightly, nose wrinkling. “Probably the kitchen,” she said, uninterested. “It’s a party.” Fallon didn’t look convinced, but she shrugged it off. “Hmm.” Behind the DJ stand, hidden by layers of velvet drapery and decorative lighting, something sparked. A thin wire, stretched too tight, too overloaded. It flickered once. Twice.

"Stop make your drama as a reason to avoiding me. This is our chance to be together and raise our popuplarity more." "Ugh, you make me dizzy, Lindsay. Please let me sleep for few minutes, okay?" Lucas heard Lindsay leave from his side with stomping steps. He sighed and his mind drifted to think of Josephine. Why is that woman here and why does she look so good in that simple and relaxed casual dress? Jeans, white t-shirt, sunglasses as headband on her head, canvas sling bag, and white sneakers, made Josephine look fresh and sweet, like a student.

Nora didn’t know her, but the stranger’s gaze went straight to her. “So, you’re the designer. I should have guessed. No wonder someone would dare talk to Lily like that.” Nora arched a brow, but caught the shift in Travis’s expression—storm-dark and sharp. “You said she’s a designer?” Lily froze the moment Yanny Carter spoke, shooting her a warning look. Yanny ignored it. Spotting the man beside Lily, her voice softened. “You didn’t know, Mr. Luther? Nora’s the one who designed the gown for Best Actress Jennifer Tanner.”

But I will figure that out in the future, then scrap it and many other bias carried out on Omegas when I become Principal of EverHigh. Since I couldn't see properly, I left my seat to sit beside Lindsay as she swipes through famous red carpet outfits worn by celebrities on her phone. " I was wondering what to settle for between this..." She showed me a green satin gown with an open back " ...and this" She swipes again to show a cream fur gown that had no sleeves. Why is she so into revealing outfits? I restricted my self from asking before it drags into an argument.If I didn't know her I'd assume she was one of those thirsty I*******m girls.

I said to her confidently. “N… no, you got the wrong person.” She said as she began to stutter her first word still looking over my shoulder at Andros. “No, I got the right person. Even if I did not you disrespected the daughter of John Stratton.” “He does not have a daughter so hot guy behind you is available. Which means I did nothing wrong, I cannot be fired.” She said smugly. “Let me introduce myself. I am Analina Stratton the lost daughter of John and Liliana Stratton and the lost sister of Jonathan Stratton.” At this she looks over at my father who just nods at her, and we all watched as the blood drains from her face. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to disrespect anybody.” “Well, you are co