Lyney And Lynette Novels & Stories

K.I. Lynn is the USA Today Bestselling Author from The Bend Anthology and the Amazon Bestsellers, Breach and Becoming Mrs Lockwood. She spent her life in the arts, everything from music to painting and ceramics, then to writing. Characters have always run around in her head, acting out their stories, but it wasn’t until later in life she would put them to pen. It would turn out to be the one thing she was really passionate about.

His smile was captivating and it made her feel the warmth and safety of being around him. “What is your name?” Aiden asked. “I'm Lynette... Lynette Wesley.” Lynette said. “I'm not going to hurt you. This town is dangerous for sweet girls like you. I'm going to walk you home.” Aiden implored. “I would appreciate that.” Lynette chuckled. She was feeling safer in his arms. Though it was dark, she could see his alluring lips and enchanting silver eyes. His wavy black hair was messy and his jawline was close to perfection. They trudged out of the woods and slowly started a conversation.

"This kind of thing? What kind of thing?" Isolde pressed, advancing one step at a time. "Poison?" Lynette panicked and blurted out, "Just a laxative. It won't kill anyone. I'm not like you. I wouldn't murder someone!" The moment the words left her mouth, Lynette realized her mistake. She clapped a hand over her lips, but the damage was done. Alan's eyes turned ice-cold. "Lynette Williams, you've got a lot of nerve."

Lynette groaned loud enough to rattle her spoon against the china. By midmorning, the four of us were in the black car with the tinted windows. Mason sat beside me, too close, his shoulder warm against mine, while Lynette lounged across from us with her phone in hand. Dean sat beside her, posture stiff with his gaze fixed out the window as if the passing streets were more interesting than any of us in the car. “You know, Liana,” Lynette began, scrolling lazily, “it’s remarkable how quickly you’ve adapted. A few weeks ago, you didn’t even know the difference between caviar and fish eggs. Now look at you. You’re almost… convincing.”

I would never have to worry about you if you were just as sensible as her! He was fuming with anger, and Lynette just patted him on the back to calm him down. I laughed out loud when I watched the scene. However, Dylan couldn't hear me and continued yelling at my dead body for trying to give him a scare. I cocked my eyebrow in amusement. I certainly had plenty of things to learn from Lynette. However, I wouldn't call her "sensible" at all. I just figured that I had to learn how to shamelessly spew nonsense like her, playing Dylan for a fool in her hands and having him completely wrapped around her finger like a loyal lapdog while he refused to believe a single word I said.

Jenny left with Lynette and her men. Pete went up to the fake Lynette and asked, "What's your name?" "Lynette Bell," the woman answered in a tone and mannerisms that resembled Lynette. Pete thought that was a non-answer, but at least she was immersed in her role. "Okay. Go to bed and rest. If Eric Dafoe comes home, try not to talk to him too much." He believed that sleeping was the best course of action. The lookalike might fumble if she talked to Eric.

"This ointment is from Doctor Digby. It numbs well, but because of that, you should still see a doctor." "Luna Adelaide, I'm truly grateful and sorry for the inconvenience," Lynette said softly, her voice trembling. "No need for such formality," Adelaide said warmly. "We're acquaintances. Let's not be so distant." At the word "acquaintances," Lynette's eyes welled up. She turned away, clutching her hands until her knuckles whitened. "There are more people now. Could I wait until there are fewer and then return to my car?"

Lynette giggled and whispered, "Surprise! There's no medicine in there. Who told you to be so bold as to steal my man? Go die!" She grabbed my hair forcefully. Then she deliberately fell toward me. She screamed: "Help! Help me! Lydia, why are you pulling me down? I can't swim!" Underwater, she kept thrashing around, pressing my head down with all her might. She hissed sinisterly in my ear: "You're dead." I wanted to struggle but had no strength left. Through my blurred vision, I saw Tyler kick me hard. My scalp burned as Lynette yanked out a handful of my hair.

Chapter 25 More guests kept arriving… business partners, investors, socialites dressed in their finest. Lyn had made her entrance shortly after Tiana and Ryan, looking stunning in an ice black dress that showed off her curves. She'd immediately found Tiana and attached herself to her side, privilege of being friends with the chief secretary, a spot reserved for you in the elites table. "Girl, you are the talk of the room," Lyn whispered excitedly. "Everyone wants to know who you are and how you landed Ryan Lancaster."

Although a little flustered by his offer, Lorraine could not ignore the pending question on her mind, especially as her eyes wandered around the room and settled on the portrait by his nightstand "Who is she, Clay?" Lorraine asked, pointing at the picture. Clay looked a little uncomfortable by the question, his eyes had a sudden dark, lonely and sad expression, and Lorraine immediately wished she could retract her words. But she was curious as much as she was apologetic about asking "That's Lynette", Clay answered, and paused with a growing anticipation engulfing Lorraine as she waited to know what relationship the lady had with her husband.