Lindsay Stratton Novels & Stories

L. All eyes snaps to Prince Callum as he gracefully rises, offering a courteous wave to the crowd. And the partner’s initials are… L.W.” Linda Williams! Pipers and Lindsay's distant cousin! she leaps up, her face filled with joyous disbelief as she waves at Callum whose mouth has dropped open in a perfect “O” "No way! That thing?!” Her cousin Lindsay explodes, jumping to her feet. “She’s uglier than a troll. She can't possibly win a famed prince!”

Nobody backs down as we both glare at each other. But suddenly I get distracted by someone calling him from behind. "Sir, your morning coffee." Rita says cheerfully, with a ten-megawatt smile on her face. I look at her black stilettos, tight pencil skirt, fitting blouse with the first two buttons undone for ventilation. Then I look up to her face, again her lipstick is out of her lips. "Oh, Hi Ethan. How was your first day?" She asks me sweetly while cutely batting her fake eyelashes at me.

After the last time, it wouldn't be bad enough to say that we were more like friends now. Friends with benefits. I took his signal, closing up the large distance between us. He stood there looking all professional in his grey shorts and baseball hat- surrounded by a bunch of other people. "So here's our second lead actress!. Everyone, kindly welcome - Selene Woods" - he announced, watching my approaching figure. I straightened my black top as i bowed slightly, strands of hair falling over my face. "You know, i have heard about you before and watched some of your movies - i must say Selene, you're quite the talent".

Got any brothers? “Omigod, Caleb, he was looking for redheads on an online dating service. Look.” As if Caleb already wasn't. His heated breath caressed her neck while he looked over her shoulder. Diana’s breathing slowed as she clicked on the attachment. After several excruciatingly slow seconds, the picture appeared. “It’s her,” Diana said. “I recognize it from the police photos in the papers—the murdered girl, Linn McGowan.” She hurriedly looked through several more emails, finding pictures of four more redheads from the online dating service.

Mabel said politely, flashing the company credit card at the doorman, "under the name Greyson Elliot." The doorman nodded, "your 10 o clock is here, Vivienne," he said into a walkie talkie before ushering us towards a blue velvet sofa. We'd barely sat down when a bottle blonde in an impossibly tight black pencil skirt and a pair of shoes so obviously designer even I knew they cost more than most people's monthly rent with patent leather and the signature red sole came tottering towards us. "Mabel," She beamed enveloping Mabel in a tight hug. "And this gorgeous young lady must be Zoe?"

“Sorry that I didn’t tell you but I didn’t go to Hank’s wedding, at the last moment they said I don’t know the bride wanted a private wedding.” I said and she sat down on the couch staring at Lucas. With his tattoos and stature, he looked like a mafia lord, no one would ever believe he works for the CIA. “Yeah, not the thing I am confused about.” She says as she extends her hand, “I am Danika, you are?” “I am Lucas, I used to work with your boyfriend a few years ago.” He says, completely shifting the subject, also assuring her that if he knows Jake, then he is probably not bad news.

"We're both exhausted from the party and we would love to take our leave now. Goodbye, Mrs. Veronica. Or, are you still holding tightly to the 'miss' title?" Caitlyn chuckled before they turned and walked out of the hall, leaving Veronica burning in pure rage. ▪▪▪ "I wonder how she managed to dress exactly like me," Caitlyn voiced out, breaking the silence in the car. "She must have seen us earlier and quickly ordered everything you had on. She's that kind of person," Martin explained, not taking his eyes off the road. Another silence ensued. "She's one of my exes. The last woman I had a romantic relationship with," He answered the question Caitlyn was dying to ask before she could.

She felt relieved when she closed the doors and went back to her seat. Like any other assassin, she had done her research. She was iconic in the fashion industry and had her own fashion line and was an investor in many popular cloth and shoe brands. She was rich, famous and was head over heels for Levi Wushi. However, even though she had everything she could ever want, she couldn't get any love or affection from Mr. Wushi.

I had thought of that a lot, but I could be patient as I could be when it came to Westley. “Yeah, she is.” I was still in the same position, my eyes were still close, but the air in the room had shifted into a tension that my pulse accelerated its beat. “So, is she your type, Linton?” Her scent reached my nostrils, indicating she was now closer. It was sweet, sensual, and feminine. “You changed your perfume.” “Are you jumping the fence on this topic, Linton?” I opened my eyes, and I thought I fell from my chair. She was only wearing a white blouse and high waist trouser, but she was a sight for sore eyes.

I ask perplexed as the Lachlan’s have never had a good relation with Paul Scotts after he did something to Landon. “Well, all the business people from across the world are invited, Nathan can’t afford to have any bad blood so they have to invite Paul and Katrine.” He clarifies as he tries to soothe my anger. I remember her begging to Aaron to take her back shamelessly in front of me. I mean what kind of woman flirts with someone’s husband in front of them. She had her chance with him and she blew it. I won’t let her win this time. I will take that bitch down.