Lindsay Stratton Novels & Stories

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

'Hopeless with almost everything except for numbers. I doubt that. Ariston had told her that Lindsay was a brilliant mathematician and was currently teaching at a university in New York City. Looking at her sister-in-law, Lucette couldn’t help but feel a bit intimidated. Lindsay might have social anxiety, but she hid it remarkably well. Lucette was the one who felt and no doubt looked anxious about so many things.

Soon I was done fixing her hair and she ordered me to pick out the best glow polish to Polish her red tails. I left and went into her luxury decorated room to pick out a glow red Polish and started polishing her tails to give it a glowing sparkle. Luciana is a spoilt princess who takes everybody as trash and she has no regards to people she feels too full of herself because she gets whatever things she wants at a snap of her hands. I envy her a little because ever since I was born I have been suffering haven't had a taste of motherhood no one to run to I've been depressed so many times and I've learnt to live with it.

Dr Conway said before hanging up. Dylan sighed "My sister comes first, before anything else!" He reminded himself, he closed his eyes and tried to rest. But memories of the past wouldn't let him. He became frustrated and opened the cupboard at his bedside, he took out a cigarette and a lighter and went to the balcony. ... The lunch wasn't as awkward as Li Chen thought it would be, except for the weird stares they were getting from the people in the restaurant. Everyone else were dressed to impress. It was a really fancy place so seeing Anna and Li Chen dressed so simply would definitely gain people’s attention.

She stopped stirring, slowly dropping the bowl and dusting her hands on her apron. She bowed her head and wrung her wrist as she struggled to speak up. “What's going on here?” I cut in with a sharp tone, glaring at the maid on their knees. Lena had flour covered all over her bodies while the maids watched her like a spectacle when it was their job to work. They froze and trembled to speak up. “G… good… morning,” she spoke up, nervous and faint. “Is anyone going to answer my question?” I thundered.

The next day at noon, I arrived at the cafe early. I ordered a long black and sat in the farthest corner to wait. A little past 12:00 pm, Lindsay walked in. She had short hair, wore a white shirt, and wore barely any makeup. She sat down quietly and ordered a vanilla latte. She was so ordinary that she was almost plain. But I saw the ranking above her head at a single glance, and in first place was Lionel. My husband was the most important person in her life, and she, too, was his; the two rankings interlocked end to end, like a closed circle.

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."

Sara is Lindsay's personal assistant. "What kind of news do you think she's gonna spill to the media ?"asked Lindsay her head is busy thinking, her palms were sweating. "About me? and my pregnancy?" Emily tried to guess. Lindsay frowned, "I don't think so, it will also harm her, she's involved. I believe bit must be something bigger...." muttered Lindsay, she seemed to forget that Emily was her maid. She talked to Emily as if she was her daughter in-law. Emily's eyes suddenly widened, "what if she plotted to slander Gabriel?" she whispered. Lindsay covered her mouth, stunned. She rose from her seat, walked back and forth, "Damn Olivia! Damn!" her fist clenched right.

Lena nodded, but a tight knot of anxiety twisted in her stomach. Trina leaned closer. “You’re really into this guy, huh?” Lena froze. “What? No. I mean… it’s not about that. It’s about exposing the truth.” “Right. And the fact that he’s drop-dead gorgeous and keeps looking at you like he wants to devour you.”Trina said with a broad smile. Paying to heed to what she said,Lena handed her a phone. “Everything you need to know about your ‘brand’ is here. You’re now Katrina Devereaux, an up-and-coming designer who just relocated from Paris.”