Lola Bradley Novels & Stories

And to top that off she never failed any single subject in her studies, with everything being above and beyond. And that one day in the field.. when she dodged even me.. everyone knows it. They’re excited to see how strong our Queen truly is. And this I the perfect opportunity. A rustle from the observation balcony drew my attention briefly. Soon to be Luna Lola. Draped in ivory and silver like she belonged in a court painting, not the dirt and sweat of a training yard. Her smile was pleasant and polite. But her eyes—they were ice as she looked around. And next to her stood my cousin, Alpha Braden, the same icy look in his eyes, except they were locked on me, with a fake smile plastered on h

They fought for a chance for the expression of free dance in their lives and city. Lola sighed, totally intrigued by the plot. She turned to check on Aria only to find out that Aria had slept off already with the script over her face. Lola chuckled and went over to retrieve the script. She placed it on the desk and covered Aria up properly with a blanket before she also retired to bed. They had a long day ahead of them tomorrow. The next morning when Lola woke up, the first thing she saw was a bright flash of light, then a ‘click’ sounded. Blinded by the sudden flash she waited for a while to let her eyes adjust to the brightness before opening them up again.

I whispered. Lola’s frown deepened. “Adrianna Torres.” Even the name sounded expensive. “She’s a model,” Lola added, waving her glass vaguely. “Big family. Big ego. Big everything. And please don’t ask me for details because I’ll get hives.” The room reacted like she’d walked in glowing. Men turned openly. Women watched carefully. Even the waitstaff paused. And then—of course—her eyes found the Castillos. A slow smile curved her lips.

I prayed it wouldn’t be a year until Mum spoke to me and Julian, but I wasn’t feeling all that optimistic. Lola didn’t push or pry or anything, just sat next to me, unassuming as she switched on her laptop. The backdrop on her screen was incredible. Vivid colours and flowers intertwined with her name in the middle in italics. I looked at her afresh, and she was quite a character. She had three different piercings in her ears, and her braid had a yellow ribbon at the bottom. She was cool, in a purple sweater, and her glasses suited her, with their thick black frames. “I’m really pleased to meet you,” I said to her again. “Honestly, thanks for coming over.”

she said suddenly, looking at me. I grinned. "Oh, hello. Did you enjoy yourself last night, sister?" I replied casually. She gasped and gave me a dirty look. "They were right... you're a jerk and an idiot. How dare you make fun of this situation?" I laughed softly and moved closer. "I'd suggest you behave yourself, Lola. Everyone's watching us," I whispered into her ear, as if we were getting along just fine. She frowned and glanced around. Our parents were holding hands, smiling at us like there was nothing wrong.

It is understandable to cry when you're daughter is missing like you don't know if they are still alive or what. "If ever someone kidnapped Hilary, what is his or her motive?" I asked myself. It could be money, in telenovelas, kidnappers ask for ransom. Hilary is the only offspring of Helene Brooklyn, the owner of one of the famous and biggest shoes company. "Honey! Food is ready!" mom shouted while carrying a pot. I then sat at the dinner table and look at the food in front of me. My eyes sparkle as I see the 'Sinigang na Hipon'.

She has made her decision, and I would let her stick to it. ♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧ TWO WEEKS LATER Lola had resumed school at Crane University, and I could see the excitement in her eyes each day she left for school.

she called out, voice breathy with desire. Mia approached the stall, concern etched on her face. “Are you okay? You sound…different.” Lola bit her lip, struggling to maintain control. “I’m fine,” she lied. “Just…just not feeling well.” Mia paused, then said softly, “Lola, are you…masturbating?” Lola’s cheeks burned with shame, but the slop wouldn’t let her stop. “Yes,” she whispered. Mia was silent for a moment, then said, “Can I watch?”

I continue my care of her, massaging her body to keep the blood flowing. Lola sleeps the entire day and night. She only gets up to pee and drink water. Not once eating or acting like her usual strawberry self. It pains me more than the bruises and her sullen look. The next day is more of the same but with an added bit of Lola not talking. This saddens me as I love her voice and miss her saying my name. Instead, she uses taps and points to what she wants. “Take just a few more bites,” I ask softly.

********************** (Meanwhile) (Blair goes to visit Lola) Lola: (hugs her) Blair! How're you? Blair: I'm still alive, thanks to God. Lola: It's been a long since I last saw you, you've been enjoying life in riches that's why you never bothered to check up on me Blair: It isn't always what it seems it is the opposite Lola: How? Blair: At our wedding, Austin collapsed and was rushed to the hospital and the Doctor said there's hope for him to be treated