The Naive Mr Lu Novels & Stories

He's here in my favourite café, behaving like we weren't divorced. Same old Desmond. Same old. I see what he's trying to do: the perfect gentleman in public. "My name is Lavanda." I stretch my hands for a warm welcome. "CEO of Close Lips." He stared down at my hands, a twinkle of unbelief in his eyes. "That's not possible. You know nothing about software." He blasts out without thinking. The investors stare at us, confused by his response. It did seem like we had met before. Except it's best kept a secret.

“If you don’t want the whole Alabama to know how nasty your wife is, you will be a good boy and come to me. If you come to see me, then I’ll delete the videos with me. Very simple.” After he finished reading her text, he clenched his fist and punched the side in anger. “F**k you!” He yelled. Amelia walked up to him and noticed how worked up he looked. “Mr. James, are you okay?” She asked, and he raised his head and divulged a faint smile. “I’m fine. Don’t worry about it.” “Are you sure? I heard you yelling.” “It’s nothing. Just work.” He lied, smiled widely.

She's watching the crew make lunch. Igor, my head chef—a huge bulky man who should've be an underground wrestler instead of a cook—is speaking something in Russia while stirring the big pot of whatever is inside, while my little wife looks tired as hell. I slowly make my way inside and all their eyes turn to me, but I focus solely on hers. My ocean eyed printsessa, Ava. "Didn't I warn you to stay out of my kitchen. What are you doing, helping out?" She's obviously not helping out since there are no tomatoes or onions before her.

One night's mistake, a momentary event that caused a massive change in his life. It was late afternoon when Amy got home to the house her parents bequeathed to her. "Manang, I'm home," he said softly to the old man who was with them in their private mansion. The tiredness was evident on his face, as if he was burdened with heavy worries. She held her stomach and carefully spoke to the baby in her womb.

The person that popped up on his screen next was WILLIAM DAVIS. A well known renowned business man and... "MR LUCIAN, MISS CLARISSA IS MARRIED "

Nina Morrison raises her index finger to make Lucien Gray silent and picks up the phone quickly. Lucien Gray puts her on the side cabinet, gentle and kind. Nina Morrison picks up the phone assuredly, "Hello Mr. Lauren..." Hearing the name of Mr. Lauren, Lucien Gray's expression changes and he begins to move rudely. Nina Morrison glares at him. She is overwhelmed by his wild movements. And the feeling that she is about to reach high comes back to her. She tries to keep her mind calm and regrets picking up the phone. "Good morning, Nina!" Raymond Lauren sounds pleasant.

The fool here is you. Nicholas chuckled, lighting another cigarette. Then he pulled out his phone, showing me a video. Nessa at a huge dining table. Calm. Normal. Signing papers. She didn’t look drunk. Nicholas: oh she wasn’t drunk. Just eager to get drunk . Too eager to read big words . So you see, Aaron… MSC shares are mine. Court or not. My chest tightened. Me: but… how can you do this to someone you like? He laughed, smoke curling.

Mr. Baltemore– Uh, no, he's not him! Mr. whatever-his-name or better yet called him for now, Mr. Rude Beast. He walks on the middle with air so intimidating. My breathing hitched the moment he showed to us, forgetting to atleast inhale and exhale a second. He's on a suit but the coat was removed, leaving only his tie and the white long sleeves tucked on his pants. His eyes were focused infront, not turning his head on both sides.

he showed me another luminescent smile. “Oh, ” I watched him and then to Mr. Erik, who was looking at the stage (or acting like he was), and then back to Rohan. “I’m—I’m sorry for looking stunned, but it’s just that, it is the first time I’ve heard about that. I know about the concepts of Kamasutra, but I never knew there is actually a guru for it.” I heard him chuckle then. It was melodious. He took the wine flute our personal waiter had given and drank the liquid in half.

She pushed the door open and stood by the entrance, looking really nervous. She glanced through her golden wrist watch and lightly brushed her fingers through her shiny blonde hair, holding it to the back of her pierced ears. As if she was awaiting something or someone, the door before her opened and an elderly looking man walked towards her. "Get ready, Miss. You're the next participant." He announced with seriousness. "Okay sir." Ruby replied with a wide smile but the man turned away and went back. Her smile dropped immediately. She felt a little bit disappointed at his attitude. Ruby closed her eyes and took out an heavy breathe.