Lyssy Noel Novels & Stories

Then I look past her and by breath freezes in my chest as my gaze lands on Lydia, Cerberus purrs in admiration, she is a vision. Nova has dressed her in a white off the shoulder dress that exposes her neck and her mark for all to see. Her white, blonde hair is pinned up at the sides but mostly left loose and has been set into soft curls to offset her facial features. I gaze into her hypnotic blue eyes and they seem to glow with joy as she looks back to me. As she reaches the podium, I reach down to take her hand and guide her up beside me. "You look incredible, like an angel sent to heal us."

My shaky voice was filled with anger. "Does telling lies meant anything to you?..." He hissed. "Does deceiving other people to impress them meant anything to you?" His gaze met mine as he walked closer towards me. My breath itched. "Kelsi, does running into delvin's arm shamelessly meant anything to you?" He leaned his head closer to me. "You disgust me Kelsi! you really do", Lexy voice was soft as he walked away arm around Anita waist. Tears pooled out of my eyes

She wondered if Mitchell's late-night trip to the hospital was related to Xyla. As she was lost in thought, Lorraine called. Noelle stepped into the elevator and said, "I'm on my way up. I'm in the elevator now." Lorraine stood before her favorite brand's counter, holding a gray dress. Her silhouette was tall and graceful. "What do you think of this dress?" She turned around, her eyes crinkling with a smile. The corners of her eyes lifted in a way that was almost flirtatious. "What a sly fox," Noelle couldn't help but think to herself. This woman could enthrall anyone with her eyes alone.

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.”

“Not when you’re hanging out with your best friends.” “Whatever.” I muttered with a shrug, and we all laughed. “By the way, Lysandra came in first place,” Eloise added, biting into her croissant. “She beat the beast.” “Of course she did,” I said, finally taking a sip of my coffee. “She’s always perfect at everything.” “I wouldn't be surprised if the headmistress is feeding her secret tips on how to win. She is her mother, after all.” Nyx said with a roll of her eyes.

I take a sip from my cup to calm myself, I slightly lean back as I wait for her to make an appearance. The door opens and a petite body walks in. My eyes meet soft brown infused with honey color eyes, I think it’s hazel. My wolf howls in my head uncontrollably as he sees her, wanting to mark her and go raw with natural instincts. My gaze travels down her body desperately to see what Moon goddess has chosen for me. But confusion engulfs my head as I see her wearing a shirt and suit, further down I see pants. Wait, pants? Why?

Her shoulders trembled, and for a second, Echo seemed to shrink further into herself, like she expected pain to fall from above at any moment. “My name is Lysandra,” Lys said. “I was Siren series three‑seven‑nine‑something‑something, depending on who you asked. I had been wearing a collar for years. I burned it out from the inside. I killed the woman who built it.” Echo’s eyes narrowed. “The Mother,” she said softly. “Yes,” Lys said. Silence sprawled between them, punctuated by the distant thump of bass from a bar’s sound system and the drip of water from a leaky pipe overhead.

"Connor! Fine, break up with me. But why are you dragging your personal feelings into work? Dylan has nothing to do with our relationship. Why are you punishing him too?" Right on cue. Dylan was Alyssa's trigger. Her emotions flared up again, and she charged at me, screaming. "You just agreed! I leave for five minutes, and you change your mind?!" She was absolutely livid. Her eyes scanned the room, and when they landed on Jasmine, she stopped. "I get it. It's her, isn't it? She's the one who told you not to take Dylan?!" Alyssa went completely insane. She grabbed the fruit knife off the table and lunged at Jasmine.