Lindsay Stratton Novels & Stories

She took a delicate, slow sip from her water glass, seemingly untouched by the cold venom bleeding from my posture. "You're pretty direct, Alistair," she observed quietly, setting her glass down with a gentle touch. "Unfortunately, you're looking at me as an enemy, which is your first mistake. I didn't help your mother orchestrate anything, if that's what you're thinking. I am just a simple businesswoman." I sneered. "My instinct doesn't fail me, Lindsay Morris. Your timing is entirely too convenient." Lindsay offered a small, polite smile, the image of absolute corporate elegance. She leaned back slightly, her hands folding over her lap while her expression remained completely gentle.

I opened the search bar, drew in a breath, and typed: "Lindsay." The first result was a chat with his college friend, Jake. Two weeks old. Jake: [What's going on with you and Vivian? I saw how crazy things got on that Havalia Island trip. What are you gonna do about Lindsay?] Tyler: [Lindsay's nice, but she's boring. I'm embarrassed to bring her around. Vivian said we'll go public after her startup closes its Series A. Until then, I'm just keeping Lindsay around.] My hand froze.

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."

“Because my daughter is here, and I will not have her be harmed by a woman whose fire beats her to the world.” My smile deepened. “I intend to remind her. What happens when strength meets strategy. When fire meets steel. I intend to show her what it is to be in power. I don’t want her to submit, I want her to unleash whatever she has hidden inside of her. But first, for her to break her line of ‘loyalty’, she needs to break.” Bianca exhaled, shaking her head. “You’re letting her get inside your head. And you are getting way too over your own head. It is going to end up burning you alive.”

Let them look. My tacos arrived, steaming and golden. I was about to take a bite when I heard a voice. “The Lachlan heiress,” the woman said, with a strange smile. “I’m Linda.” I blinked, caught off guard. She stood in front of me, tall and sharp in a navy-blue pencil dress. Her lipstick was red, her voice smooth. She didn’t wait for an invitation, just pulled out the chair across from me and sat down. “I work in the marketing department,” she added, watching my face.

He turned up the volume, watching intently. He saw Lucia limping slightly as she stepped forward to shield her friend. His jaw tensed. He saw a colourful, ugly thing throwing insults at Lucia. “Cheap wh*re.” He scoffed. If only she’d even look at me kindly… And then— “Little orphan girl.” That one hit differently. His hand slowly curled into a fist on the armrest. “Who is this Sasha?” he asked through clenched teeth. Alex stepped closer for a glance at the screen, immediately recognizing her. “That’s Sasha Stratford, daughter of Mr. Stratford—the chairman of Stratford Corporation.”

"Yes. I've never left Poor Wonder Cave in my life." Lindsay was the Demon Lord of the Poor Wonder Royalty and was as beautiful as an angel. She was the prettiest lady Lucas had ever met in his life. Her beauty would easily trigger the jealously out of anyone. ‘Lindsay, the Rank 3 Celestial Honorable Ranked, currently claiming that she wanted to leave on her own accord?’ Lucas' stunning face put on a playful look because he felt this was rather interesting. "I've no issue about it but will that old fart agree to it?" Lucas looked at Lindsay.

Uncle Stanley seemed upset. [Who makes jokes like that? Your girlfriend is completely unreliable. How could she joke about something that affects Olivia's reputation?] Aunt Josephine agreed. [That's true. What will people think of Olivia if this gets out?] Milton was panicking, but I was busy reading a message from Kay. [I found her. The woman's name is Lindsay Salazar. She works in sales and was a college classmate of Milton's. Turns out, she has a fiancé.]

"Then that's a damn shame, but there's no point, so no." "Okay. Emma Watson?" "Hermione Granger?" "That's her," Lakshmi nodded. Mark frowned. "No. Whenever I see her on TV or in the press I just see the little girl. Too weird." Lakshmi chuckled. "Okay, What about Rihanna?" "Nutjob. No." "You sure? She's single, really huge at the minute and hot too." "No. I like her music, but there's something scary about her." "Okay, Hayden Panetierre?" Lakshmi suggested. "She likes to date sports guys, and there's nothing definite about her dating anyone just now. What do you think?"