Lola Cheeks Real Name Novels & Stories

Mrs. Lola Kirk, Chester's mother, left the hospital immediately after she finished talking to Chester on the phone. "Take me to Chester's office," She instructed and the chauffeur stepped on the accelerator. In a blink, a red Venza stopped in front of the Royal Group Of Companies. Lola hopped out of the car and adjusted her sunglasses. Everyone who was passing by halted for a few seconds to marvel at her unfading beauty and glowing skin. Some cursed their unfortunate fate for not being rich while some prayed silently to be as wealthy as she was.

He smiles tightly at me, stopping the intrusive alarm before exiting the vehicle. I continue my steady breathing, but it halts dead in my chest as I’m frozen in awe. I watch bright-eyed as Lola exits the restaurant, still wearing her adorable dinner dress. She’s even prettier under the sun’s natural rays, illuminating her deep green eyes. I roll my lips inward, containing my glee as she approaches Damien. With blushed cheeks, Lola’s eyeing him, but who wouldn’t? She’s a foot shorter than Damien and looks nervous, biting her lower lip. At least I’m not the only one, and I hope she’ll be surprised to see me too.

Lola said with controlled voice. “Whatever, Lola. I need your help. Free your schedule tomorrow night. I need you to pretend to be my husband. For old time’s sake, yeah?” she said with optimism. Lola Kween looked at her breast implants, then at her hairless arms and legs. She could still feel the pain of waxing every time she feels her smooth skin. And this little devil wanted her to pretend as a man again? “Do I look like a man to you?” if the little devil said yes, she would definitely need to refund all the money she spent over the years.

“How are you?” Lola “Crazy Eyes” Sparks, head cheerleader, Prom Queen, Wes’s ex-girlfriend, stood in front of me, as beautiful and unhinged as ever. “Oh, just fantastic!” She tossed her cascade of dark hair over her shoulder. Her gaze flitted to Wes. With a lifted brow, she continued. “I’m not interrupting, am I?” “What? No.” Wes waved her off with a level of dismissiveness that I would have found insulting if it weren’t for the uncomfortable number of stares we’d accumulated. If I looked behind me, I bet I’d find the noses of everyone inside the Backdoor pressed against the window.

Lola nodded and gave him a look that said she needed a few minutes alone. “I will check in on you later tonight.” Damian left the room, quietly. He knew they would speak again soon. The moment the door shut Lola spoke again. “I am very tired, and sire, but I want to get to know you. I’m Lola Shaffer of the Gray Lake Pack. I am sixty-two years old and the lead tracker of my pack. Who are you exactly and how did you find me?”

She said in the same low voice matching my tone. "Nonsense, you could never bother me even if you wanted to" I told her with a sincere smile. She breath out in a frustrated manner and scratched her hair "Am I unattractive?" She asked almost in a whisper. I was taken aback by Lola's question because she's far from unattractive. She had the perfect model look, her oval face, catlike eyes, perfect lips and nose and don't get me started on her body. She was perfect and sometimes I wished I was her. "You are beautiful, Lol"

“Well, isn’t this the fragile little beauty our Alpha’s been hiding away?” The she-wolf sneered at me with a sugary smile. “Tsk. Some girls just get all the luck.” David laughed, indulgent and shameless. “Serena, don’t tease. You and Luke are my closest friends. That’s why I brought you.” But Serena pouted, clearly enjoying herself. “What’s wrong, Alpha? You told me you’d claim me when we were pups. Now you act like you don’t even know me?” When she saw me staring at David, he panicked and coughed—twice.

Deborah stared at her for a while and then asked, “So? Aren’t you overjoyed?” Lola looked at her confused, “Overjoyed about what exactly?” Deborah playfully slapped my knee, “Ow come on I know you are not from here, but you must be so thrilled you got mated with the Alpha of Grey Oak pack! I mean it has been every girl’s dream for the last 5 years to get chosen by him.” Lola looked at her dryly, “Wow your lives must suck ass then if that is the ultimate dream here.” A girl with short black hair, blue eyes, and glasses chuckled and said, “Oh I like you. Hard to find someone with a brain around here. My name is Fenna.” She held out her hand and Lola shook it.

No one even recognized me as the girl who won that Math tournament, no one congratulated me, and no one certainly paid attention to me when I got that impossible equation correct. Her face eventually turned into one of disappointment, and quickly looked at the floor. “I’m sorry. Am I being too weird?” she laughed, hiding her face which I could see now is blushing, really blushing. I smiled, and shook my head. “No, not at all. What did you say your name was?” Her eyes instantly lit up and she smiled genuinely. “Lola. My name is Lola.”

The soft music that was playing over the speakers stops, and I sit upright when a fucking vision carrying an acoustic guitar walks over the stage. "See!" Shane smiles widely. She hasn't even opened her mouth yet, and I'm already entranced. Lola is a tiny thing with a mass of dark curls running all the way down to her ass that is dressed simply in a black dress with a white shirt thrown over it. She wears thigh-high black boots, the heels giving her some height. But it's her face that has me mesmerized. Unblemished alabaster skin teases between her boots and the dress.