Lindsay Stratton Novels & Stories

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.

JJ shows Daniel into my mother’s sitting room. “Hi Mr Fields, please call me Lily.” I narrow my eyes at JJ who blushes. I should really take what I can get, at least Lillian is not, Miss Blackwood. I shake Daniel’s outreached hand. “I wouldn’t be comfortable with Lily; may I call you Miss Blackwood?” he asks politely “No, you may not” his eyebrows shoot up in surprise, “Okay. Lily.” I smile. “This is Lucas Craven.” “Mr Craven is fine.” I narrow my eyes and roll my eyes at Luke. Men! JJ starts to leave.

He dipped his head, and stepped to one side. My annoyance at Mason getting the getting the better of me; “My name is Sienna...” I bite out. “Not Luna.” I couldn’t find it in myself to apologies at this moment for my own clumsiness of not looking where I was going. But at this moment I was far too riled up.

Opening the door, Christiana stood in front of her. "I forgot my handbag and umbrella at your house." "So sorry for the inconvenience." Her voice was laced with remorse. Staring at her, Daisy Hunter said," What, No, it's really okay…I too forget my stuff in people's homes." Daisy Hunter said, smiling gleefully, exposing her perfect dentition. Stepping into the dimly lit room, Christiana spotted her handbag and umbrella, grabbing it, she thanked Daisy and stepped out immediately.

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.

Lindsay was not disappointed. It turned out Cat’s full name was Ekaterina Dyatlov. She was born in Russia and became a citizen of the United States at the age of two after her family immigrated there. She had been an honor student throughout high school as well as a star athlete. She held bachelor’s degrees in biology, criminal justice, and forensic science, as well as a master’s degree in forensics. Lindsay was thrilled. The woman was intelligent and willing to learn.

Like she was trying to contain herself, try to understand what was going on. “What the hell happened?” I said, looking at my mate for a moment before looking at both Lysandra and Delilah. Delilah’s eyes snapped to mine. “She was here. The last person that we would have thought to see, she was here.” “Who?” Her voice cracked. “Tatiana. Marissa, whatever name you want to know her by. She was here. She was in this room, beside my sister, trying to take something, trying to get something from her. She was trying to control something in her, and…”

She said that she wanted to be there too. "Tsk, Tsk, Tsk. I see that you are all here already. This is such a grand occasion." A burst of seductive laughter echoed from afar. A petite figure, under the protection of a few men, slowly approached them. It was Lindsay Jones! Lindsay wore a tight-fitting long black dress that showed off her body curves. It left little to one's imagination. However, Darryl did not dare to be careless. Lindsay might have looked seductive and gorgeous; however, she emitted a dangerous aura that could not be taken lightly.

Due to extensive pre-show promotion, the renowned director's involvement, and the buzz surrounding the two mystery guests and the sibling duo, viewership numbers soared immediately, quickly surpassing one million, making for an impressive start. Lindsay had delicate features, porcelain-white skin, and a tall, graceful figure. Today, she wore a cherry blossom pink tracksuit, light makeup, and her hair in a ponytail, giving off a vibrant and youthful energy. As the live broadcast zoomed in, the audience saw Lindsay smile at the camera. “The first person is that annoying Lindsay? I don’t want to watch her.” “This must be in order of popularity. She’s the least popular, so the big names are save