Lynn's Table Novels & Stories

Lynn and I had the same thought, but Lynn asked, "Ma'am, can you seat us away from that group in there? We won't be able to hear each other speak." "It's a full house tonight, ladies. This is the only table I have available." She sat us caddy cornered to the French doors that remained open to allow people to come and go. The door faced a wall, away from the rest of the restaurant to curb the noise, but we were right at the edge-the last table before the hall which acted like a moat. No one was coming or going, and all that was visible was a wall of suit backs with splashes of color brimming the surface where the women paraded around beyond them. I watched with envy, hoping to glimpse the par

This woman, did she think he was a log with no feelings or what? **** Lynn’s phone rang on the table and she peeked at it when she saw the caller, she grabbed it immediately. Her eyes checked the other workers to know if they were watching but luckily, they were all interested in the movie they were watching. Standing up, she sneakily walked out of the room, and to the garden in the backyard. Swiping, she picked up the call. Before she could say a word, Irene beat her to it. "I will send you a list of ingredients to add to her diet, don't make any mistakes."

" Hey, are you gonna let go so soon? I whispered in her ear, my body was tingling from the place she touched me, I never felt this way with Maria, she was just plain. This Lynn girl was something. We went back quickly to my room to clean up before heading down to dinner. She was constantly smiling, hmmm. ELENA LOCKWOOD POV Just as we were about to order Alex and Lynn finally showed up smiling happily, as they were so cute. I hope Lynn was finally settled down she is so nice and pretty, I did like her. Hello, sorry for being late, had business to see about Alex said which made Elena blush slightly oh, Something was up with the two of them " That's okay, we were now about to order, Lynn you lo

“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!”

Finding an unoccupied booth, Yaslyn settled in. Rowan swiftly followed, situating himself at the same table. "Why are you sharing a table with me?" Yaslyn scooted toward the empty space beside her. "There are no other tables. Let's just make do with this one." Without any hesitation, Rowan opened a bottle of wine and began to drink on his own. Pointing to several empty tables not far away, Yaslyn spoke with a hint of laughter mixed with annoyance. "Did you not see those? Is there something wrong with your eyes?"

Hook, line, and I*******m story. Except—of course—his attention wasn’t on them. It was thirty feet to the right. His eyes were locked on the forbidden zone: the Pastor’s house. There she was. Lynn, daughter of Pastor Timon and resident queen of “perfect girl in the neighborhood.” She was kneeling in her flower bed, hands deep in the dirt, as if trying to erase weeds from existence—or maybe herself. Unlike the neon parade on the sidewalk, Lynn looked like she’d stepped straight out of a period drama: modest high-collared dress, hair pinned back neatly, moving with this kind of rigid focus that could probably give a statue an inferiority complex.

We slip into the main hall where many people are gathered, and he slides into the seat at the head of the table. I don’t know what I expect, but as I settle into the role, I realize being a server at his table isn’t so bad. It gives me a front-row view of the main event. I stand behind Brynne’s seat at the long, polished table with a wine tray in hand. My ears are attuned to everyone’s needs, while my heart pounds like a drum in my chest. Everywhere I look, there are screens and reels. Old portraits of past Lunas, video displays: ribbons of light showing their coronations, their speeches, and vows.

The long mahogany dining table was now filled with various luxurious dishes, ranging from toast spread with honey butter, soft scrambled eggs, and a bowl of fresh fruit, to the rich aroma of black coffee mixed with hot chocolate that filled the room and whetted the appetite. Lyonna sat calmly in her usual chair, looking at each bowl in front of her. Although last night and early this morning had been filled with emotionally draining drama, her stomach had never been late when it came to demanding its rightful share. With undisguised enthusiasm, she began taking pieces of warm pancakes, covering them with thick maple syrup, then putting them into her mouth with great relish.

“Gianna’s dating Carlos, and they’re coming together, so I thought why not.” “Yes, why not,” I reply, especially since he was f*cking me last night. I glare at him, but all he does is smile. “I hope I’m not imposing,” Lynn says, probably sensing the tension. “It’s Mr. C’s house. He can invite who he wants,” I shrug and walk to the fridge, saying anything else would just give him the reaction he wants. “I think I’ll make steak and a couple of sides. Is that okay, Mr. C?”

No wonder why Lynn didn’t even take extra days off during the holidays. Now, she was almost sure that Jackson and Lynn told a lie at the dining table earlier. They knew each other a long time ago. Not only that, but they also shared an unusual relationship. Lynn wasn’t just a normal girl; she was definitely a bodyguard or some sort. Just when she was trying to find out more, Jackson suddenly came out. Their eyes met and she could see an obvious trace of fluster in his eyes. “Arianne? You’re going to the washroom too?”