Lyssy Noel Novels & Stories

Ace asked her. “I'm Lyssa Ambrose from Cumbria. I'm a law student. But I love music and I'm a fan of you and Alessandra Mam. I know I looked exactly like her when I first saw her. I was also shocked. I even asked my Mom if I had any twin sisters, but she said no. I was their only child. They want me to become a lawyer but I want to become a singer. To chase my dream, I ran away from my home, and now I'm here. And you know I never thought I would run into you after landing here. You have no idea how crazy I am for you. My whole room wall is filled with your photos. You won't believe I have a big portrait of yours hanging over my wall. Every morning I start my day by seeing your handsome face.

A. Not long after, Noelle spotted the woman at Shawn's office. Her name was Jessica Slater, and she was 21 years old. She was Shawn's new personal assistant. Noelle had to admit, her mind had gone blank at that moment. She wanted to charge into Shawn's office to ask him whether a personal assistant's job scope covered sleeping with him. However, she'd decided against it. The photo Jessica had sent her said everything she needed to know. Noelle left amid the envious exclamations from the crowd and headed to a jewelry store. Her heart hurt as she slipped her wedding band off her ring finger.

What stood out, though, was how she drank that million-dollar bottle of Diva Premium Vodka like it was nothing, and then kissed him. After I dealt with those two traitors who had been bullying her, I overheard Noah's fiancée candidate - Jessica Delaney (I call her the "Screaming Witch") - laughing obnoxiously in the dining room, showing Noah some limited-edition Latutu or Ladudu she'd bought. If it weren't for the fact that her father owned hundreds of private jets and a shipping company in Brazil, I'd have long suggested Noah shut her up and toss her overboard, using her as bait. But Noah was always good at swallowing his pride for the bigger picture.

By the time we had to leave L'ambrosie, she had asked almost everything about me, my hobbies and well, the reason I wore the ring always which was the only thing I couldn't answer right. I had also occasionally asked about her and she telling me, her favorite color was blue, a social media strategist for different companies which had me gazing clueless for being out of the ordinary. Her favorite person was me which I could doubt but not dared to cause of the way she always gazed at me and lastly saying that she had chronic lymphocyte leukemia.

I narrow my eyes, immediately knowing who it is. "What?" I spat at her. I can practically see her rolling her eyes at me. "May I come in?" She asked. I stayed silent for a moment before replying. "Yes." As soon as that word left my mouth I regretted it. Lisa strutted in, wearing a disgusting short red dress, black stilettos, and the worst makeup I've ever seen in my life. Her bleached blonde hair was a ratty mess like she purposefully made it that way. I can't believe I was going to make her alpha female.

Nollace left without looking back. Zenovia sat on the chair, covering her aching cheeks, and her eyes were bloodshot. At that moment, a woman with a mask stopped in front of her. “Ms. Livingston, do you want to know why Nollace would do this to you?” Zenovia raised her head with a hostile expression. “Who the hell are you?” Lisa took her phone out and showed her a photo of Daisie, “She’s Daisie Vanderbilt, the girlfriend that Nollace is protecting.”

And his eyes, they flash. “Eira!” He acknowledges, and steps back. My eyes scan the elders, Alpha Eric and they stop at Lysandra. Lysandra Orion. I’ve never seen her, but the rumors are false. She isn’t ugly. In fact, she’s the opposite. A blonde bombshell, stunning. She gives me a blank stare when she catches my eyes, and I look away, embarrassed at being caught. “You may all sit!” Cassian states, and everyone sits. Being the only one —asides Cassian—standing, I feel exposed, self-conscious. Nervous.

Lisa sighed not expecting things to turn out this way at all. "What are you going to do now?" Lisa turned to Scarlett and asked her directly. "Nothing! Kill him and send his head over to them" She muttered as Lisa looked at her strangely. "You know it's a trap but you still want to jump into it," Lisa asked. "Yes" Scarlett responded and stood up "You know Noel is in Russia" Lisa stood up and looked at her. "He is in Russia? He didn't tell me about that" Scarlett raised her brows. "What if he comes as an entourage with the vice president?" Lisa asked.

Instead, she had arrived with her manager, Isla Stone. Noelle merely glanced at Lana before redirecting her attention elsewhere. To her surprise, however, Lana walked toward her after noticing her. "You're… Ms. Swanson, right?" Lana's voice was crisp and carried a hint of youthful innocence. The situation between them was inevitably awkward. Noelle was now the vice general manager of a subsidiary under Elm Group, and the shadow of Hendrix had long faded from her life. However, the moment Lana approached her, others couldn't help but recall the label that had once defined her—Hendrix's ex-wife. Noelle paid no attention to the curious stares around her. She simply nodded at Lana.

Becca said, giving Lys a quick hug. “Makes no difference to me,” Lyssa shot back with a smirk, “but if Jaylon were my fella, I wouldn’t want him ambushed because I was too chicken shit to tell him what he’s walking into.” “Lyssa!” Jay watched the interchange with an amused look. “What is she talking about, Bec?” Lyssa crossed her arms over her chest. “Yes, Becca. Why don’t you tell the man?” “I already did, Miss Snoop Face. Jay knows the whole story.” She stuck her tongue out and then plastered a sugary smile on her lips. “Jaylon, this is Lyssa Foster. My so-called best friend and all around pain in the ass.”