Lyney X Lynette Novels & Stories

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.

“You wanted to go against Jocelyn because Zayn likes Jocelyn. What does this have to do with me?” Lynn let out a bone-chilling laugh. “Is that so? I would like to see if Skyler would hear what I say. Anyways, I don’t have anything now. I’m not afraid of anything either, Yvonne Rand!” Yvonne’s expression changed again. She glared at Lynn harshly and said, “Alright, you win this time. However, I’ll only help you once!” Lynn’s frightening smile faded as she said, “That’s enough!”

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."

Lynette casts Riley a dark look, “I do not kill brides. If I did, I wouldn’t be very good at my job, would I?” I let out a strangled noise that causes Bella to eye me warily. “I don’t know,” Bella says, “She seems pretty near death to me.” I would laugh if my vision was not beginning to blur with tears. I remind myself that this is the only time in my whole life I will ever be strangled for a wedding, so I have to make the best of it. “She will not die!” Lynette cries, releasing the corset and letting me breathe, “I have to make sure it clings to her like a second skin! There’s no going back after this. When I am done Mrs Sinclair will thank me.”

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.

I don't think that any man will ever like you. "What did you just say?" Tinley shouted, gritting her teeth. ''I'm telling the truth. Whether it's your appearance, your figure, your character, or your upbringing, you're no match for my Madam," Lynette retorted. "At least, I'm still a virgin," Tinley blurted out.

“Hey, hey. Are you jealous? Hmm? Here, let me hold you for a while.” “Aa… Gu… Aa… Yah…” Lynette cried instantly when she heard this, peering up at Xyla with her slightly reddened eyes before beginning to smile. It was as if she could also understand what her mother said. Xyla thought this was very mysterious. Her children seemed to be more advanced than she imagined. Nearby, Sharon seemed to be mesmerized at the sigh of them. She quickly stepped forward and caressed Lynette’s plump cheeks. “Looks like Lynette does understand what her mother says. She’s adorable.

Even then, she was clad from head to toe in expensive designer clothes, and because Lynette was obsessed with luxury brands, she had chosen to wear the kind of clothes that had huge brand logos on them, as if fearing that others might not notice that she was wearing clothes from famous brands. Apart from that, there were all sorts of rings and bracelets on her fingers and arms, all of which were exorbitantly expensive. All Serenity thought, seeing her cousin like that, was how no one could ever imagine what Lynette actually looked like back when she still lived in the small town. "Ah!" Lynette cried in a fake enthusiastic voice. "You're here, Serenity!" "Here’s your USB drive," said Serenity

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.”

Linet sat alone in her tiny apartment, the flickering light from the television screen casting shadows on the pale, unwashed walls. The soft hum of wedding bells from a commercial echoed around her, and she quickly muted it, her hands trembling with rage. Her phone buzzed again — another forwarded video of Rita and Adrian’s engagement party. Laughter. Cheers. That perfect slow dance. Lydia glowing beside her fiancé. The Drakes celebrating like royalty. "Why her?" Linet whispered through clenched teeth. “Why does she get everything?”