Lyney And Lynette Novels & Stories

Lynda responded with a wide smile before gracefully retreating, sauntering off to stand behind Milandro. She was playing a dangerous game, fully aware that Artemy wouldn't dare confront her. Artemy, Brayden, and Lynda had been inseparable in their youth, growing up together like siblings. Lynda often recounted stories of their mischief and how she always tagged along with them, getting into trouble together.

Her arms clamped down around my neck, and her head went to my shoulder. "That's Cady!" I looked at Caitie who was still standing next to me. "How do you know? How can you tell them apart?" I looked from the little girl in my arms to the other two who were still rolling around on the mat with their brother Cody. "She's the most outgoing of the three." "You kids are back, good; it's almost time for dinner. Todd, why don't you help Caitlin set the table?" Mrs. Lyon got up from her seat with a smile while her husband growled and shot daggers at me with his eyes.

Lynette’s smile gradually widened. She was very fond of her grandmother, Sharon Lindt. She practically brought her and her brother up, and treated them like her own children. She pampered them even more than their own mother. Leon felt the same way. “Go and get ready, you two. We’ll be heading to your grandparents’ place shortly,” their mother said before walking away. Meanwhile, Lynette quickly shot her brother a quick look. “Leon, let’s go.” He nodded. The siblings went to freshen up and change out of their uniforms before piling into Xyla’s white Bentley. They soon arrived at Wilson Batton and Sharon’s home.