Parrish And Lydia Novels & Stories

,Lydia came out of my room wearing her baggy pajama pants and the light band t-shirt she had before. She barely looked at me in the eyes and I could tell she was shy at first. The thought that she had nothing beneath those pants had me squirming in pain to atleast take them off and have a nice shower with her. Maybe something more while we bathed... "Um I'm leaving, thanks for everything"she walked past me in a hurry. Thanks for everything? Well ouch! "Don't I get a goodbye kiss?" I pouted trying to atleast kill the tension in the room.

"You forced me. You aren't asking my permission to live here," The woman laughed in my surprise again. "I'm sorry for my husband's attitude. Let me introduce myself to you. I'm Jasmine. And I'm his wife," "She's the Queen Luna of this pack," the Alpha King told me. I rolled my eyes and didn't answer. As if I'm interested to know them. "What's for dinner today?" "Oh, I prepared a special dinner for us. Good thing I cooked extra, just right for... what's your name?" His wife asked me.

Lydia laughed nervously. "I haven't been sleeping much." Eva nodded. "Tell me about it." They moved into the living room together. Eva settled onto the couch. Lydia sat opposite her. For several moments neither spoke. Then Eva sighed heavily. "I miss us." Lydia blinked. "What?" "You and me." Eva smiled sadly. "Before all this happened." Emotion tightened Lydia's throat. "I miss it too." Eva looked around. "It's been a while since I've been here."

Lydia? At the crossing, guards waved us through fake IDs. Mexico welcomed us with heat and color. Motels there are tropical, anonymous. Richard slept off the dose, but I watched, vial empty. No more poison. Just us? Night fell. Knock—Lydia, gun drawn. "Where's my sister-killer?" I stood, naked, unafraid. "Dead soon." She laughed. "V2's outside. Hand over Richard, get a cut." Twist: V2 was her lover. Partners in revenge.

Victoria's eyes were on faith, not even a second did she blinked. “she really looks like a ” thought Victoria. Lydia was talking with some friends when her eyes met with that of her sister, she traced it and it landed on faith. “ Do they know each other?” She asked herself. “Hey Lydia, what do you think of faith and Warrens?” “Hm, I don't know” “Aren't they a perfect match?” Lydia faked smile “ of course they're”

"Among all those questions, Charlie, which one would you like me to answer first?" Before Charlie could speak, Lydia stepped forward. She had been sidelined by the sudden family reunion, and for a woman like her, being ignored was a fate worse than being attacked. She smoothed the front of her designer dress, her "fragile" act momentarily tucked away as she tried to reassert her dominance as the lady of the Vane house. She reached out, her hand trembling slightly with a fake, practiced warmth, and offered it to Tyler. "I’m Lydia," she said, her voice dripping with artificial honey and the desperate need to be noticed. "Charlie’s wife. It’s so wonderful to finally meet the famous cousin. We’v

"I don't care ! Everything has a solution! And that that decision you took , is not the right one! I object to this decision!" " Why darling? You know that i'm doing this for a good cause. You're already twenty four , soon twenty five , and it's high time for you to get married and have kids." " Getting married to someone i love and who i know...Not to a complete stranger that i've never met ! " "Mr Larson's son is a handsome billionaire and i'm pretty sure that both of you will get along , as you're a pretty girl !" Lydia grabbed a bottle of whiskey which was on a table next to her , and she threw it agaisnt the wall with all her strength.

“We’ll be there soon. And Lydia—she’s strong. She’s survived worse than this. Believe me, sweetheart, she’s going to pull through.” Althea nodded faintly, clinging to his words like they were the only thing keeping her afloat. Lydia lived alone in Mighatan. Just like Althea, she had no one left in the world—except now Althea had Josh. And Chase. Lydia was different. After the devastating betrayal by her fiancé, she’d chosen solitude, closing her heart to love and pouring herself into her work. That was why the two women had grown so close—leaning on each other as if they were sisters bound by something deeper than blood.

“Now I understand. Not a woman. A parasite. You climbed out of one man’s bed and crawled directly into another’s bank account. Are you not ashamed?” I didn’t move. Didn’t flinch. Just stared at her, utterly unimpressed. Her words hit like darts, but they didn’t pierce. Not this time. Never again. Lydia tilted her head slightly, studying me with the same expression I’d seen on the faces of the Reynolds. Dismissal. Disgust. Something even colder than hate. “You think that bastard baby in your womb makes you family?” she asked softly. “It makes you leverage. And leverage,” she leaned in, voice a whisper now, “gets people killed.”

she greeted the two men and two women who were dressed smartly in their royal robes. One of the women with red hair asked, “Who is that?” referring to Patricia in her hoodie and baggy sweatpants. Lydia didn't hesitate to answer. “My personal maid,” she said, plopping down in her chair. Patricia gave Lydia a withering glare. She had just wanted to relax in bed with her fiancé after a quick run, but Lydia had to ruin her plans with this invite. She knew now why Lydia had insisted she come instead of Stacy - it was just another way for Lydia to make her feel inferior.