Lynn's Table Novels & Stories

"She is always beautiful." Lucas rebuted and I chuckled in glee. At least! At least, they don't find me ugly. "Let's not waste any more time, the party will start soon." Lynn said and took my hand to lead me out. "Wait bro....it's my turn today." Lucas suddenly patted Lynn's shoulder with a tiny smile and I shook my head. Please, don't start again! "Were you not the one that said we would not be following the taking turns rules? how could you be this shamless Lucas?" Lincoln questioned agressively.

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.

Mahone pouts. "Not more than you," she nibbles his ear. Lynn sighs. "Fine, I'm out of here." "Where are you going?" Mahone asks, second blonde kissing his chest, panting. "None of your business." Lynn turns around. "Okay, I'm enjoying myself."

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 red wine splashed around in her glass, reflecting the faces of many who were here to look on. Lynn gloated at one side as the people around him were drawn to the commotion over here. He had finally succeeded in winning Lucile's heart the night before, and she finally stopped vacillating and keeping him in suspense. She had given the Damien's the right to act as Jordan Phone's agent, and Lynn agreed on acting as the company's agent together with Sahara. Rex and Thomas had arrived as well, and they watched the spectacle while holding their respective knock off cell phones.

“Stop lying. You were the one who kept talking about how much you missed his food everyday and had been looking forward to his visit. Why aren’t you telling him that now that he’s here? You were never this timid before.” Jackson’s lips couldn’t help but curl into a smile when he saw Tiffany blushing. “I know, she’s always been like this.” All of a sudden, Lynn stood up with her wine glass and looked straight at Jackson. “Here’s a toast to you, Mr. West.” The entire table instantly went silent. To anyone else, Lynn’s behavior might seem normal, but it actually wasn’t. For starters, if she was only trying to express her gratitude for the meal, she should have invited everyone else to toast. Se

Lynn said as she pushed her chair back, walked around the table to leave the conference room, she refuse to be a part of this fuckery. When she walked past Montego, he tried to reach for her, but she pulled away from him, and his face fell, as Lynn left without even looking back. The girls looked at each other wanting to comfort their friend. Ji'lahni knew she needed to stay in the meeting, but her friend needed her and she would be there.

Everybody eyes landed on Mylan with their mouths wide open. “Oooohhhh Ssshhhiiittttt Lynn, I think that’s why alpha Roman thought he knew you from somewhere. He must have thought you were your grandma.” Mina said, looking between Lynn and Mylan as Lynn looked like her grandma was about to ruin her entire life. “Don’t even ask me stay outta grown folks business.” Mylan said with a small smile on her face, as she looked out the window, finished with the conversation. Lynn’s whole face hit the floor. Lucky made a show of picking up her face and putting it back on.

Lynn chugged the last of her drink before bidding the men farewell and walked out of the tavern. Aerys took a second to finish his drink, swirling it casually. After he finished his last sip, he tossed some coins on the bench and walked out. Aerys stood outside the tavern and looked around, searching for the fleeing figure of Lynn. There, he caught her out of the corner of his eye, turning down another street. He hurried along behind her, trying to catch her on the next street.

“If I don’t get caffeine, I’m not retaining a single equation.” Micah stood beside him, hands in his pockets, hoodie sleeves half-pushed up, gaze wondering across the chalkboard menu like he already knew what he was ordering. “Kayla?” Colton called back. “Jess?” “Vanilla cold brew!” one yelled. “Chai, oat milk,” said the other. Colton tapped it into his phone. “Alright, I got Micah, Callum, me, the girls…” Then he froze. “Shit,” he said suddenly. “I gotta call Amelia. Forgot to ask what she wants.”