Lyn-z Novels & Stories

The company was accused of plagiarism and infringement. Dana was not planning to stay idle throughout her stay in California so she decided to research about the CRUZ company. It was created by the Cruz couple and when Manuel died, Henry took over as the CEO. Dana had to confess that she had been hearing of the CRUZ company in the past years during her stay in Italy. Their works were distributed worldwide and sold in many different countries. Their designs were superb and so were the paintings which were made by their first son.

“Let me guess, you pissed Dad off and he sent you here, on an errand meant for foot soldiers.” “Enough of that.” Zayne replied smoothly, his azure eyes darkening into a shade of navy. He knew what he was looking for, and I could almost feel his eyes hone into the smooth skin on my neck. “You are unmarked, and have not been sworn into your pack as Luna.”

Instead, it had an alluring sandalwood scent. Yvette’s eyelids twitched. She subconsciously looked at Zane. “What’s the name of this partner?” Zane replied, “Chandler Lineman. His background is a mystery, but he’s a foreigner. I haven’t had time to look into it.” Yvette breathed a sigh of relief and nodded. Her heart skipped a beat just now as she mistakenly believed that this coincidence was a trap. However, it seemed like she was overthinking it. This new pharmaceutical company had connected with Lance before, so how could Sean know about this?

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It was Lynn. She always lingered around him. Every time he blocked a number, she would come back with another one. Jackson had begun to think about changing his own number. However, he thought about it deeper. He had not been able to confirm whether Alejandro was actually Ethan or not. Could Lynn be of use since she was working under Alejandro?

“With…?” “Ryan.” A moment of stunned silence. Then Lyn let out a delighted squeal, nearly spilling the water. “YES! Finally! Movement! Actual life!” Tiana laughed despite herself. “You’re acting like I announced a lottery win.” “You basically did,” Lyn insisted. “Romantically. This is huge.” “I don’t know what it is yet,” Tiana said quickly, standing up. “It’s just dinner.” “Dinner,” Lyn echoed, eyes sparkling. “At night. With the man who basically runs Lancaster Group. With Ryan Lancaster? Yeah, just dinner.”

Keep calling her," Lynn says, his eyes focusing on the road, hands whirling the wheel, increasing the spee After two hit-nerving hours, they enters in Los Angelos city. At the way, they ignored the red traffic signals, the irritating horns of other cars and the angry red eyes of traffic policemen. Lynn continuously accelerated the car and Mahone kept tuning a song by tapping on the dashboard. He parks the car a mile away from their destination building, beside a tree and some wild bushe "Is your buddy Ray here yet?" Mahone gets out from the seat after glancing around the empty area except parked car

“I just need a little time with you and Dad. I’ll be there soon.” After ending the call, Lune moved quickly through her room, tossing a few essentials into a small bag—clothes, toiletries, her laptop. She felt a mix of anxiety and relief, knowing she was making a choice for herself, even if it felt like a retreat. The plan seemed clear in her mind: she would take this time to gather her thoughts and return when she felt stronger, more prepared to face whatever lay ahead.

He snarled it, savage and absolute, that decision burning in those untamed eyes. A rough sob rose in my throat as I nodded, eyes soaked. “Good. Now move. Stay with her. Try to keep her stable so she doesn’t choke on her own vomit.” I nodded fast and took over with the girl. Lorenzo stepped out and I watched him pull out his phone and start barking orders. He was talking to Nino, then he ran to the rigged car parked in front of his and ducked by the rear bumper, rummaging underneath.

She wouldn’t let it. She inhaled deeply, trying to center herself. “You’re tense,” the Lycan said, his voice smooth, deep, and teasing. “I don’t enjoy being watched by an entire room,” she replied coolly, her gaze skimming the crowd. All eyes were on them. He smiled. “Then I suppose I should introduce myself, give them something to talk about. I’m Knox. Knox Green, Alpha of the Southern Lycan Pack.” “Lydia. Heiress of the Moonglade Pack,” she replied, matching his tone.