Lynn's Table Mga Nobela at Kwento

“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.”

“Yeah… she’ll be down soon.” I sat at the table, my mind spinning. My panties were soaked. My body was still tingling. Lynn came downstairs a few minutes later. She had changed into a simple tank top and shorts, her hair still a little messy from earlier. She greeted Mom with a smile and sat down directly opposite me at the table. I shrank in my seat, trying to act casual. My face felt hot. I kept my head down and ate quickly, hoping no one would notice how nervous I was.

Maybe every whispered word, every tender moment I thought was love—was nothing more than me projecting my own desperate hope onto him. A shout erupted across the room. “The bottle landed on Richard!” someone cheered. They shoved a tablet into his hands. “Come on, Alpha. Let’s play ‘This or That.’ Tell us who stirs your blood more.” The screen lit up with two photos: a famous actress and Lynn. Richard didn’t hesitate. “Lynn.” The room roared with laughter and applause. Lynn’s cheeks flushed pink, her smile glowing under the attention. I gripped my glass harder until it nearly cracked.

The table was covered with far more food than Lily expected. Walking down the stairs and towards the foshan rectangular, 12 seater dining table, she gave an impressed nod. "Aurora is always like this when we have guests, it's like the rare occasion where she gets to get the chef to go all out." Aaron explained as he pulled open one chair for her. She glanced down at it, then back at him, narrowing her eyes. "God forbid a man trying to be a gentleman," he muttered, a faint smirk playing across his lips.

If we were in the center of the room, I would have been able to be a good boy but I can't promise anything now since we now sitting in somewhat of privacy. "Your waiter will be with you shortly. Enjoy your meal", The man turned and walked off, leaving us alone at the small table. Lynn slid in so close to me that her body heat was scorching me through my suit. My hands were on the table tightly clasped together as I tried so fucking bad not to touch her.

He was quiet for a moment. "I haven't asked you ro create any distance." He said. She turned and looked at him properly. He was already looking back at the room. She smiled. "Alright then. I am glad we are both on the same page." At the far side of the room, near the bar that had been set up along the west wall, Lynn was in the middle of a conversation. She had arrived an hour earlier with two women she knew from her modeling years. The conversation had been going well...so well that Lynn couldn't just stop rushing her mouth all over.

Then she turned to me with her voice cold and indifferent as she ordered, “Just get us 5 breakfast meals, cheap bitch.” After a few minutes I came back with their order and quietly placed it in front of them. I was trying to be as professional as I possibly could be but these people weren’t done trying their cheap tricks on me. Because as soon as I placed drinks in front of them, Lynn, (another friend of Zane's) he picked it up and plopped it on the floor on purpose, making the glass shatter and drink to go everywhere. “Oopsie!” he exclaimed and everyone at the table laughed as if it was the funniest shit ever.

It felt like days. "Clear the dining table," Lynn commanded, already moving with practiced efficiency. "I need a flat surface. Lyn, I need your help. Anyone with healing magic or medical training, get over here. Everyone else, give us space." The organized chaos of emergency medical care filled my home. Lynn and Lyn worked in perfect synchronization—twins who'd spent their lives learning to complement each other's abilities. Lumina appeared with towels and supplies from our medical kit. Carol, who'd apparently arrived at some point during the chaos, was helping coordinate.

“Oh no! Madame Luna, zat won’t be necessary… please, let me get you one of our best seats in ze house.” “I’ll take the table by the window, two in from the door.” “But madame Luna, zat is nowhere near our best table! Too public. I’m sure you want more privacy?” “That table will be just fine, thank you.” Grabbing a few menus, he glides between tables to a lovely table situated in a window. Cynthia excuses herself back out to the car and we follow him to our seats. The table is a deep mahogany brown with silk napkins. Rose petals litter the table. The glow of the setting sun is masked behind shimmering curtains. It’s lovely. How can this not be one of the nicest tables here?

Damn, lots of eyes were eating him up that Sia had to react. “Calm down Sia,” I said to my wolf “They should stop eye fucking my mate” she growled angrily “Let them look” Ivan addressed welcomed the guests and walked to a woman standing right beside Bella. “Who’s that woman?” I asked Isa who has never left my side since we got here. “ that’s the Luna” “Oh my god, I have never met her. This dinner party is more lit than I imagined, I got to speak with some people and even Rowan, I met with Sera and Luiz and somehow managed to convince Isa to go enjoy herself and not babysit me all night.