Lois Scott Novels & Stories

Opening it, Daisy found a beautifully bound journal, its pages pristine and waiting to be filled with her thoughts and dreams. It felt like a symbolic gesture, urging her to reflect on the choices ahead. The surprise birthday party continued till evening. "Allison, Christiana and Vicki, you guys have really tried for me." "I actually forgot that today was even my birthday." Daisy said, her voice barely above whispers. "Are you serious?...you mean you forgot that today was your birthday?...Wow." Vicki said. "By the way, How is your work going?...I heard the paycheck for a cleaner at Roberto's Luxury Empire is even higher than the salary of a director at other companies?"

the maid stammered, her voice shaking. Lois let out a hollow, bitter smirk. So, he knows I’m still alive… and yet he chooses this torture. I wonder what lies he feeds my babies while he keeps me rotting here. Summoning her dwindling strength, Lois rose from her corner. Her figure loomed unnervingly in the flickering shadows, far more terrifying than any ordinary human. The maid’s hands quivered. Lois advanced, snatched the tray, and hurled it at the wall. It shattered, the clatter deafening, food splattering against the stone.

Lia cut in, nodding dramatically, "Trust me, I’m going full fairy godmother on you." I chuckled, shaking my head. "You look more excited than I am, and I’m the one in the dress." "Pose, so I can take another photo," Lia says, adjusting her phone—but then she stop short. "Shit," she murmurs. I straighten, my brows furrowing. "What’s wrong?" She sigh, rolling her eyes. "Scott wants my team to come to the company." Her fingers fly over her screen, tapping furiously. "Why call it a day off if you’re just going to ruin it?" she grumble under her breath.

Lois said, looking at her hand that had shaken with Susan. “What? Are you certain that she is seeing Miss. Susan Writtle?” Mr. Pike asked with exclamation in his voice. “I would know my idle in the business world, and she is sitting in Miss. Elon’s cubical right now.” Lois replied. Without warning, Mr. Pike lept off his chair and headed back to the advertising department.

I said, “and she’s my friend. May I ask, what’s going on with you and these emails?” Scott considered what I said, rotating his glass in his hand so the ice made clicking noises against the crystal. “I like Sarah,” he finally said. “I do too. I showed the world I liked her by making her the goddess-mother of—” “Goddess-mother, goddess-mother,” he interrupted. “Like that was supposed to be some great honor.” “The Luna Temple—” “Who gives a shit about the Luna Temple? Seriously, a bunch of old, worn-out hags?”

Lia smirked in response. "I'm actually going to leave, but not without her," Lia said, pointing to Chloe. She glared at Scott one more time before walking over to Chloe and lifting her up. "I know what you all do to her. It will make you kneel down and beg for forgiveness," she said, then turned to face Scott directly. "You're not a man. The only thing that makes you different from a woman is the useless cord under your pants. Fool!" With those parting words, she spat and walked out.

she said without taking her eyes off the screen, "Ian and Charlie are going to fuck...” "I don't know what the hell you see in those stories,” Alex snapped next to Abbie finally looking away from Louis. "Everything is extremely impossible, starting with the heroes’ well-defined abs, who has eight of those anyway?" "Ian,” Eli replied with a shrug. "I don't see anything wrong with you reading those stories." The entire table fell silent, and even Elizabeth lowered the phone to gape at my husband. “What do you mean by that?” Paul asked, hallucinated, "You read romance novels?"

“Mr. Scott, right? I’ve heard about you from Luke.” It has never occurred to Laurence that this was Lucas’ type. His fiancée looked like she was fresh out of college. She seemed interested in Zoey. “Is this your girlfriend, Mr. Scott?” Before Laurence could say anything, Zoey answered, “No, I’m Mr. Scott’s secretary.” Clarissa nodded and muttered inaudibly. No one caught what she said. Laurence gave Zoey a brief glance out of the corner of his eye when she spoke.

I laughed with her. “Please, get out of this cabin. And take your gun with you. I need to be alone for a night.” She turned her back on me, opening the book. Lois was an English teacher, major in 20th-century literature. And yes, she loved books, and one thing she had in common with Colt was reading. “Is this your way of telling me to go to Colton’s cabin and seduce him?” I felt my face and neck impossibly hot. “You can’t call it seducing when you both are on the same page.”