Lindsay Stratton Novels & Stories

Lily asked. "Ivy Garcia. She is one of the top successful businesswomen in Washington. Very beautiful, rich and powerful. Don't you know her?" The shop attendant said excitedly. "You must be very important for her to come to look for you," she added and Lily smiled but was wondering why such a person would come to look for her.

At that age, most people would have just graduated from college. "My bestie's amazing, isn't she?" Lindsay looked proud at Sean's amazed expression. She said, "Layla has excelled in the medical industry. She's not just pretty; her professional and technical skills are unmatched. It's just that she's a little…" "A little what?" Sean couldn't help feeling surprised at Lindsay's sudden pause. He suddenly felt rather uneasy, for no reason at all. "Uh… she's just a little—" Lindsay had been about to say the word "quirky".

Tyler asked joking around. “Not everyone who sees a shrink is crazy Ty,” I said and started to head inside the building. That’s when I heard her voice. Kennedy Jones the school’s most feared female. The perfect queen for a king. Head cheerleader, Straight A student, and very popular. Not to mention hot as hell. Also a total bitch and my girlfriend. She came running over to me and hugged me. “Morning babe,” I said to her, and then her group of minions came running up, and off she went.

She excitedly tells me, her strawberry blonde curls bouncing around her heart shaped face. Christine is really a lovely lady. She is short, probably barely five feet tall, and dainty. Her facial expressions are quite entertaining, her freckled nose crinkled up and it wouldn’t take an empath to tell that what she was thinking about was icky. Confused, I gawk at her. “Warrior?” I ask. “Yeah, Bobby Ray told me that Deputy Scott found your camera and there was a video of you kicking the shit out of those two guys.” She explains.

She reached out, gingerly touched the warm metal. “Careful,” Andrei’s tone was sharp, but then he smiled apologetically. “No, sorry! Girls can shoot, too, I know. I heard of a sniper named Lyudmila at Stalingrad; she had more notches than most guys.” “Notches?” “For dead fritzes.” Svetlana did not understand but somehow his admission that she could do whatever it was that he had done with this strange object spurred her into action. She swung her legs over the edge of the sofa and stood up.

We stare at each other, but I take a look down at what she's wearing, and I swear I feel my heart come out of my chest. She's wearing a black lace thong with a big sweatshirt, that probably went up during whatever she was doing. My eyes raked over her appreciatively and I couldn't help but admire her toned legs, she has just the right number of muscles on her. I expect nothing else from a woman that can handle her own. “Hey! My eyes are up here” I snapped my head up to hers and tilted my head “You're staring, and it's kind of embarrassing”

But that was hard, seeing as she just sat there looking out of space. Camila Brinx was indeed a fine and beautiful young woman, she was a role model to many girls and women, they aspired to have her calm and collected mindset. I've heard many girls discussing how beautiful she was and how much they admired the way she talked and carried herself. She was indeed remarkable, she has a light six pack and a beautiful hour glassed shape, not to mention her moisturized curly brunette hair.

“Lily – I need you ASAP. Where are you?” I ask Lily through our mind-link. There is only one person who would understand why I am freaking out right now. Waiting for a couple minutes, she finally replies, “Ugh Katie – I am in training and then I have some work to do at the childcare.”

I said, reaching for my phone. “What are you saying?” Allen snapped. “This isn't Joan…why would I be sleeping with your wife?” “Then ask her to take off her mask,” I shouted. “She can have the voice but not the face.” Allen turned to the lady. “I am sorry but she can't, this isn't Joan and that is what matters…what are you doing?” I moved closer to the girl but Allen stepped in the way. “She is my mistress…nothing more.” “I can't believe you actually have a mistress…I am putting an end to this charade…I am calling that Old man to explain that his granddaughter didn't do anything.”

Calista sighed, her gaze shifting to the window for a moment as if she were gathering her thoughts. "Some years ago, Luke was... he was with someone. A woman who he cared for deeply. They were close, inseparable even. They have been friends since they were little and he felt they’d spend the rest of their lives together. They even found out they were fated mates and he was overjoyed." Her eyes darkened as she continued, her voice filled with a quiet sorrow. "But she betrayed him in the worst possible way. He caught her with another man. It broke him, Lyra. He’s never been the same since."