Linsey Hall Novels & Stories

It seemed I had to fix his mess before I could even start on mine. Anna stood up angrily and faced George. "Come on ." George looked reluctant but quietly got up and followed her. I tried to call them back, but they ignored me. I sat there in the heavy silence. At least some things were clear now, first the entire team knew Ryan was gay. So what was wrong with Linsley? Why was she so obsessed with pursuing a gay man? Talk about the devil and it appears, she walked toward me. Her hair was in a messy bun, her glasses weren't fitting properly, her teeth clearly needed braces, and her dress... Well, we can say, it was a very wrong choice for her.

The next day, following Shantal Lin's visit to her shop, the TV network aired the news of the surprising relationship with Christopher Hale and the rising singer, Shantal Lin. Photos of the two were posted, being sweet during his birthday party, as well as a lunch date on another occasion. It naturally affected Joan that she sought the comfort of her girl best friend, Lina Clark. Lina Clark was her classmate in college. While they both took up marketing, on the side Joan had always loved to design clothes since she was young. Her girl best friend was another famous socialite. Their family owned a famous pharmaceutical company, and it was there that Lina chose to devote her career, being the

I placed my bag on the small table, turned on the tablet, and started sketching. Then, the door opened. A woman walked in. She had shoulder-length black hair and wore a sharp white blouse tucked into a pencil skirt. Her heels clicked softly against the polished floor. “Oh,” I said, standing quickly. “Hello.” She smiled warmly. “Hi. You must be Haley?” I nodded, unsure. Logan came up behind her. “Sorry I didn’t introduce you earlier. Haley, this is Miss Lin. She’s the new lead on your promotion team.” Miss Lin stepped forward and extended her hand. “It’s such a pleasure. I’ve followed your comics for a while.”

Lily! No! Anthea Morin!

He’d booked the late-night mobile massage on a whim, the agency promising discretion and “full-body relief.” The doorbell chimed at 11:03 p.m. He opened it himself. Lina stood in the hallway , early twenties, tiny, barely five-foot-two, with a petite frame that made her look even smaller next to his six-foot-three bulk. She was Korean-American, porcelain-pale skin glowing under the hallway lights, long black hair pulled into a sleek ponytail. Her agency uniform , white polo and black yoga pants , hugged her delicate curves. She carried a small rolling bag and looked up at him with calm, professional dark eyes.

I could hear the ribald laughter of the guys above the sounds of the showers going. I waited a few seconds to be sure the coach was on his merry way, then entered the steam-filled room. “Hey boys,” I called out in a soft, sultry voice, standing in nothing but stiletto heels and a coy smile. “The name’s Lindsey and I wanna have some fun. Who’s game to fuck? Quarterback Cameron, one of the few guys I knew by name, looked as speechless as the rest but he recovered quickly. “Not that the offer’s not hot but if coach sees you in here-“

“Go get the computer number fifty-two, the one Mrs. Lynch was using, over.” Shannon paused a little before pulling another male colleague along and went out. Alice smiled gently and looked at Luna. “Ms. Luna, what are you…” “Mrs. Lynch, I’m sure you don’t know this.” Luna smiled. “Mr. Lynch, next to you, is actually a brilliant hacker. I’m thinking that if Arianna was the one who uploaded the video, she must have logged into her social media account on your computer, if not, she could not even upload the video.

Jillian ignored them, tracking the room numbers until reaching Room 412. The door was slightly ajar. Jillian paused, hand hovering over the wood, and looked through the glass pane. The girl inside was entirely unrecognizable from the poised, sharp-witted woman who dominated the Apex penthouse. Clara Linley sat cross-legged at the foot of a hospital bed, wearing an oversized, faded university sweatshirt and jeans. Her hair was piled into a messy, hurried bun, and her face was completely devoid of makeup. She looked younger, softer, and incredibly fragile.

ROSALINE Today was wedding day. I'm supposed to be happy, I know. Happiness was far from what I was feeling at the moment. "You look beautiful. Like a queen this time," Lisa said to me. I couldn't smile because I wasn't happy at all. The makeup artist did well to give me a light makeup. The door opened and I could see Catherine and Kimberly walk in from the reflection of the mirror. I rolled my eyes knowing they were only coming here to spit nonsense like they usually do.

I could hear the faint murmurs and whispers from the other guests. “Mae! You made it,” Lindsey’s voice rang across from the corner of the hall. What a good timing. I turned my head in the direction of her voice, she had a different outfit on. A black silky gown with a slit that ran from her thighs to the hem of the dress.