Lindsay Stratton Novels & Stories

Two birds, one stone! “Gladly! The only master I acknowledged, and am fully committed to be apprenticed to, is Zayn Larson, the chairman of Violet Vision! Also known as Guinevere’s premier fighter and the rumored beau of my best friend, Allana Owen!” Lindsay declared loudly. Then, she scanned the crowd before her in the hopes of catching Zayn’s face among them. Back in the crowd, Zayn’s heart skipped a beat. This was bad! It was just as he had suspected: Lindsay had set her eyes on him!

"Scarlett." ******

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.

Nicole Stratford bite her lips and concluded. When Maya Quentin heard what her friend, Nicole Stratford said, it felt as though a bowl of cold water was splash all over her at that point. She was left speechless with her mouth wide open in shock. When Miranda came bac, she had hoped that she didn't get an opportunity to get entangled in the bed of other rich and influential patron as she did with Lucas Grant. However, she didn't expect that Miranda would be so lucky to secure a rich man that could afford to give her his limitless black card for shopping.

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.”