Lizzo Novels & Stories

She then walked out with her hips swaying gracefully from left to right and by the way, her name is gorgeous just like her. Now looking like a dumb, I had no choice but to go down the cafeteria and get my boss something to munch on although I don't know how it would help me get in his good side. Like, I am his secretary and I am supposed to help him schedule and attend meetings. I'm not his chef to offer him a tray of food, right?

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He just chuckled; a fact that brought me even closer to Louis. "Oh, do you know Bruno Mars, John Mayer, and Beyonce? I produced several of their records, girl.” "Hmm, okay?” I said still not understanding before turning to Louis for answers. "I asked him for a favor, babe,” my husband explained excitedly. “But August said he needed to hear you live first.” “First for what?” I insisted, though I think I knew where he was headed with all of this. "Oh, to make you my next star, of course,” said the fake CeeLo. “I have heard your voice thanks to Louis, but I need to live it live to achieve that connection, do you understand?”

“What were they supposed to look like? Do you have their names?” “All right, I’ll humor you. The girl’s a petite redhead with amber-colored eyes. No name though. We found her in the zoo, freezing to death—” “Naked?” Chrissie asked, the tone of her voice raised in disbelief. That would take some explaining. Thompson’s voice showed marked enthusiasm. “Yeah, that’s the one. She’s only considered a witness at this point, though.” “And . . . and she disappeared from the hospital, right? I mean, even though cops were watching her, some guy stole her away right out from under their noses.” Chrissie sounded intrigued.

Shattered. "The girl has some guts. "Stacey says. Stopping for a moment, she yells after Lizzie, "Bitch!!! "Lizzie stops for a bit to show off her catwalk wave and blow us a kiss before she disappears around the corner.

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I open my mouth to say something, but someone beats me to it. “ April, Santino is looking for you,” A maid calls her, and I finally learn her name. I have been afraid to ask what her name is because it would be too embarrassing to ask for it now when we have been chatting for quite a while. I am happy the maid saved me all the trouble, including the embarrassment. I proceed to make myself a little snack and I decide on a sandwich, hunger will be the end of me.

I am still holding my phone, still placed on my left ear. "The generous couple, Gabriel and Lucille de Silva is talking about legally adopting Lazarus Orson Samaniego, known as "Zaron Samaniego", the lead vocalist of the band "Blank Pages" and also the teen who went viral in 2018 after uploading his original composition on F******k and has reached 7 million views in a week." I almost read everything in a minute. From what age he became an orphan until the present including his current information and whereabouts. "You're not going to do it, Jael, are you?"

“You… you knew all the answers. On your notes. The poets, the math… they were all right. I checked after.” “Notes? What notes?” Lizzie inquired, looking lost. Mia covered her mouth, realizing she’d said too much. “Maybe… maybe you mixed up the answer sheet? Like, you put the answers in the wrong places or something… I don’t just understand.” I just looked at him. “Maybe.” Lizzie suddenly burst into a wicked kind of laugh. “A ZERO! The great Zella Midnight, the genius, got a BIG FAT GOOSE EGG!” She was practically glowing. “Wait till my dad hears. Wait till DAVE hears!”

That sight was all too familiar, I could never miss it. Liana. It was impossible. How? Why? What is she doing here? She had changed. No, evolved. Her hair was swept up in a twist of poise and perfection as she took off her mask. Her face, the same one I’d once traced with my fingers in the quiet of night, was now carved with focus, pride, and something else. Vengeance maybe. She took the mic with the grace of someone born to rule. "Good evening," she said, voice calm and edged with steel. "My name is Liana Davids. I am the founder and CEO of Z-Core."