My Dear Lass Novels & Stories

"Hey darling" Oh no !

I froze. "What's wrong, dear?" Linda asked worriedly, walking over to me. "Don't be sad. I'm here for you." "Mom..." The words tumbled out as my tears finally broke free. I clutched her hand, my voice breaking. "Molly is gone."

a night that will forever linger in our hearts. " I want you more Cassie" I mumbled

She lifted her head but the young lass seems lost in staring at her. Her black eyes that looked deadly but seems innocent. "Fine."she said. "Hmmmm?..."Larry asked as he placed his elbow on the desk and rested his jaw on it. He was still lost at staring at her. She looks more gorgeous with the way her black shoulder length hair covered part of her left eyes. This is what the French lass called..A'la cut'e☺️. "I...I..said I will be your maid. Now, please,let the surgery commence."she repeated.

☆Idris☆ The noisy ring of my phone woke me up as I blinked into the morning light and I found myself captivated by the most stunning green eyes I had ever seen. I never noticed it but this woman's beauty was breathless. I found myself smiling. “You’ve overstayed, Dr. Rells,” she murmured, skipping the usual morning pleasantries. “Good morning to you as well,” I replied, leaning in to plant a kiss on her lips. “Aren’t you going to pick that up?” she asked.

I opened my eyes, mumbling. And then I sat up with a start, I had been asleep with my head comfortably cushioned on Liam O’Grady’s trouser clad lap!!! I heard the low chuckle from O’Grady’s chest as he gripped me to his chest and said, “Lass, you’re half asleep. I’m going to carry you, so come along, gr`a mo chroi.” (At the time, I did not know the words meant Love of my heart…)

"My lady." I nodded, resuming my needlework with feigned calm. "I've brought you a fresh pot of tea," she said, setting the tray down on the side table. "And....some honeyed biscuits." I nodded, again. She didn't budge. "Thank you, Lara," I said my voice shadowed with tiredness. "Is there anything else?" She hesitated. "Lord Darell and the his grace went out hunting in the southern woods." I didn't reply, but my hands stilled.

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You have only yourself to blame for your bad luck! With a malicious smile, he raised the syringe. I never thought that death would land right in front of me. I shut my eyes in despair. The next second, the doors to the cellar burst open with a deafening crash.

But a note from Grandma. "Dear Laura, don't worry, I've removed all traces of our wonderful tryst, I even replaced the champagne we drank. Call me, my darling, I long to see you again, until then I at least have a few souvenirs of you. Your Louboutin Grandma."