Finding You Lena Hendrix Novels & Stories

It was Xenia's idea to take nude pictures of Ginger and to humiliate her. Xenia had it in for Ginger, planning to hurt her just to upset Belle and bring her pain. Lena usually only went after those she sought revenge on. She wouldn't have joined forces with Xenia for such nefarious deeds if it weren't solely to discover Ethel's location. Lena coldly regarded the lecherous men below with disdain. "Wire them the money." She then immediately left the premises. The men rejoiced upon confirming the money in their accounts. "Alright, strip her! Let's take some videos, and then we can finally have fun!"

Lena's POV. “Hello, ma'am,” the doctor waved his left hand, and felt my pulse with his right hand. “How many fingers am I holding up?” “Can I get a name? Can you speak?” He continued, not even giving me a chance to think or respond. He suddenly stopped and pointed a little fluorescent light in my eyes. I squinted and groaned inaudibly from lying stiff for far too long. “Four, My name is Lena, and I think I can… talk,” I replied in a second, gulping as the man behind him moved closer and fixed his gaze on me.

Knox was already in my office when I came back down the hallway, laptop in his lap, papers scattered across my desk. He'd been trying to track the course of the search for Lena since we last saw her departing from Cyrus's compound, but she was elusive, burner phones, ghost cars, cash payoffs that were always somewhere else. He had glanced up at me when I entered, and whatever was on my face must have been sufficient. He closed the laptop with slow theatrics. "You've found something," he said to me. "I know where the answer is," I growled. "With Lena." Knox crossed his arms and rested back in his chair. "We've had weeks searching for her. She's hiding."

She felt the warm liquid slide down her throat, making her feel slightly dizzy. "So," Scar began, leaning back in his chair and crossing his legs. "Tell me about yourself. What is your name? Where do you come from? What do you do for a living?" Lena hesitated, wondering how much she should reveal. She decided to stick to the truth as much as possible, hoping that it would make her story more convincing. "My name is Len," she said, lowering her voice to sound more masculine. "I come from the north, but moved down south to Willow when Fox came to me about the debt. I worked at the factory and the dinner as a waitress. I also sell drugs to Fox's client."

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He finally found Lena! Bryan immediately yanked himself off his seat and dashed out of the café to catch up with the lady. ***

Lena and I did a lot of things this year, and we spent our 12 months together every time she’s back in town. I’m holding Lena’s picture in my hand, admiring her beauty. I took this picture on our trip in Doha and I remembered every single detail time I spent with her. I know that wasn’t a normal trip for me but at least I got a lot of meaningful memories on it. Lena wore a thin, translucent white dress in this picture, accentuating the black bikini that she uses at that time and Sheffa was sitting next to Lena, she's probably admiring her beauty like I was.

she said, turning toward the door. “Or you could tell me everything, and then we could have a common understanding.” “Why? You already know so much, don’t you?” she spat. “I know Brad Hawkins has been in Boston for the past three days searching for you,” Ary replied dryly. "Looks like he's convinced you're in here, somewhere." Elena froze. Her shoulders stiffened. Slowly, he came around to face her. The look he saw on her face pulled at a string in his chest.

She knew exactly who she wanted. She called Lena Voss, her old high school friend — the girl she had first explored with during their “trial lesbian days” as teens. They had maintained a secret, on-and-off sexual relationship for years, even after life pulled them in different directions. Lena was now a successful photographer in Miami, wild-hearted, bisexual, and fearless. Lena arrived an hour later, dressed in a short black slip dress that showed off her athletic body and long legs. Her dark hair was loose, and her eyes lit up the moment she saw Mia.