Lyssy Noel Novels & Stories

she retorted, her tone dripping with disdain. Lilian smirked. “Ah, so the mask is off. You’ve finally stopped pretending to be gentle and kind. Took you long enough,” she said, her eyes glinting with amusement. Lily’s gaze flicked to Noah, who stood beside Lilian. “Did she tell you? She’s the mistress of Moses, the owner of L&L Company. You shouldn’t let her fool you,” Lily said, her voice loud enough for those nearby to hear. Noah raised an eyebrow but said nothing, his expression unreadable.

Larisse probably thought she would always be the one calling the shots as director, but Noelle’s return had clearly thrown her for a loop. Larisse had been the queen bee of the department for the past half-year. Now, with Noelle swooping in to reclaim her throne, it was no wonder she was steamed. To top it off, Larisse was probably all caught up on the office rumors about Noelle being the infamous homewrecker who only got her foot in the door and her cushy director gig at Frotconn thanks to her sister Winter.

She watched him come with a pathetic but satisfied expression and then took her eyes off when he started stroking again, looking straight at her this time. Ew. “Elo.” Lysara’s voice came from the stand beside hers. Elowen closed her eyes briefly. “Don’t talk,” she said quietly. “The mistresses won't like it." But Lysara never listened. She's a petite brunette with faint strange markings all over her body. “I heard something,” she whispered, leaning closer to the glass. “From the maids earlier.” Elowen kept her gaze forward. “Lysara—”

She called out whilst her voice thick with distress. I straightened immediately. "What is wrong?" Lyssandra reached us and held out what looked like a torn piece of fabric. Her hands shook and tears streamed down her face. "Look what she did," she choked out whilst gesturing at the fabric. "Nova destroyed it." I took the fabric from her hands and examined it closely. It appeared to be part of a dress, ripped deliberately by the looks of it. "Nova did this?" Killian's tone was sceptical.

"Mr. Thorne, I’ve been loyal to you since day one! I helped you cover up the accounting errors! I helped you with the Elara photos! I’m on your side!" "Are you?" Lysander stepped closer, invading her personal space. He smelled of stale alcohol and fear. "Then explain how she knew about Singapore. You’re the only one who organizes my travel. You knew I was looking at flights." "I don't know!" Jessica sobbed. "Maybe she’s just smart!" It was the wrong thing to say. Lysander’s face went purple. "Smart?" he hissed. "She’s a secretary! She’s a nobody! The only way she wins is if someone is feeding her the answers!"

"But then again, Zoe's skinny figure is like a stick. She doesn't compare to the beauty of the Taylor family's daughter. In my opinion, she's not even as pretty as Liana. Why is Jasper's taste in women going backward?" "She's a musical genius. Maybe Jasper likes women with an artistic touch. Same as Liana, right?" At this moment, Jonah's phone rang. It rang multiple times before Alyssa could collect her thoughts and answer. "Lyse? Lyse? Are you there?" Jonah's voice was filled with concern as he called her name repeatedly. "Jonah," Alyssa softly replied. "Lyse, where are you?" "In Solana," she couldn't muster the strength for any extra words.

Lyla inquired surprised by the tone with which Rosy greeted her. "You think I didn't know you told Lily everything at the hospital," Rosy retorted. "Oh, that. Well, you almost killed me, considered it a payback," Lyla replied nonchalantly. "And anyway that action makes me the best person to use in executing your plans. No one would suspect me looking at my past drastic transformation," she pointed out with a tone of achievement registered in her voice. "I need your help and I have something you would very much like," she said as she unlocked the drawer and pulled out the brown envelope.

He heaved a sigh, sitting back before getting to his feet. “I’m here?” It sounded more like an interrogative than a statement of fact, but Lyssa didn’t seem to notice. The door opened a second later, and she rushed in with a spring in her step. She didn’t seem to realize there was anything amiss between them, and she barely glanced at Eli other than a nod of acknowledgment. She didn’t seem to be snubbing him deliberately. Rather, she was just excited. “I have a fabulous idea. I noticed last night you weren’t wearing any cosmetics. I was talking to my brother earlier, and he said he’s never seen you use them. With your background… Well, I thought maybe you don’t know to use them?” North clear

LYSSANDRA I shove him away before I melt completely into the kiss. I'm too angry to allow myself to be distracted, and there's also the fact that my phone is ringing. I jolt, search, and find my phone, then answer the call. Erden folds his hand across his chest, watching me with hooded eyes. “Hello?” “Your little trick won't work, Lyssandra,” Sadie’s voice sneers in my ears. “Excuse me? What the hell are you talking about?” I ask, genuinely confused.

Caitlyn was saying, but the woman had hung up before Caitlyn attempted to exchange pleasantries. She sighed as she brought the phone down from beside her ears. "Do these people not care about other people's health? Are they forbidden from exchanging pleasantries?" She chuckled. She dropped her phone and picked up one of the dresses. She was going to select one to wear to the party. The first one she picked was a green dress. Its length went past her toes. It had a slit that began from her hips and had a very tiny sleeve. Her collarbones were beautifully on display when she wore the dress at Shirley's store.