Beautiful Stranger Christina Lauren の小説・ストーリー

His hold on me relaxed. “Mr. Steel. No problem at all, just catching up with Laura.” “Take your hands off her,” Damian said, the authority in his voice couldn't be ignored. Stephen dropped his hand immediately. “What's with you man?” he was irked. Brenda’s high-pitched voice cut through the tension. “Hey, what’s going on over here?” She trotted up, holding a glass of champagne, looking between her father’s furious expression, me and Stephen. Damian didn't even look at his daughter. His eyes remained locked on Stephen, his arm instinctively reaching out to pull me away from him, to shield me behind his body, I couldn't help but feel safe at his possessiveness.

] Who wanted to read those! Just as she was about to refuse, Christina had already sent back a long list—all links. Just from the titles alone, it was obvious they were steamy billionaire romance novels. Christina, how old are you to still be obsessed with billionaire romance novels!

I want to know how it happened that their things were so much alike. I wonder if it was just a coincidence. I don't know but I am not contented with her and Val went to prison and her sister Catalina to the Asylum. I think something is not right. I need to know more about her so I can have peace in my mind. I'm glad that Austin slowly recovered from his trauma in the kidnapping incident. I got a new nanny for him and her name is Laura. She's five years younger than me. I and Kent thoroughly check her background so we're one hundred percent sure that she can be trusted. I don't want to make the same mistakes anymore. I need to be very careful in dealing with everyone.

Christina, the old librarian with the walking stick, says to me for the seventh time in the last twenty minutes. "I'll wait," I tell her one more time and she walks away, clicking the stick on the floor. I try to write another paragraph of the essay. I hear footsteps, hasty and loud, coming nearer every second. Finally, Celeste comes in my sight and a smile finds its way on my lips unconsciously. Relief also washes over her features as she sees me and strides over my table. Books are hugging her chest and her bag is hanging carelessly over her shoulder.

My brother gave her a faint smile but nothing more, no spark, no heat. Christine looked incredible though—sapphire gown shimmering like the night sky, her tall frame glowing under the lights, golden hair, and icy blue eyes giving her this untouchable beauty. Once, I might’ve killed just to touch her. But now? Now she was background noise. Alexandra burned brighter, hotter, real. Christine was nothing compared to her.

“I saw myself talking to Gabriel. When he stood close, I felt no fear or worry for him. I can’t remember what we said, but I might’ve hurt him with my words, because the look he gave me made my heart ache. The kiss he gave me after that was real—no matter how good it felt, it didn’t last. Then I saw him flung against a wall. After that… Lauren’s body decomposed, then healed itself. Does any of that make sense?” I stared back, stunned. The way she described the kiss floored me. “Catriona, everything you said happened. You did meet Gabriel, and the things you saw about Lauren were real. What I’m sure of is that someone invisible used your body for their own purpose.” She was quiet, contemplati

Michael’s body pressed on her, approaching slowly. Christina felt a burst of disgust and pushed him away. “Michael Larson, you b*stard! Get away!”

Lauren walked through the crowd like a shadow in her dark leather outfit. She had a gorgeous figure under those clothes. With the music and dancing women on stage, the entire scene livened up again. However, Onyx’s men were suffering. Each one of them went flying, and they were coughing up blood. It was a ghastly sight. Onyx was dumbstruck. How could such a beautiful woman be so brutal? Lauren was not Kiran. Only Kiran could fight his men. Who was she to fight them? Enough was enough.

Instead, it accentuated her simple yet elegant beauty. Her beautiful eyes gleamed as she smiled shyly. All the roses around the entire fortress seemed dull in comparison to her. She was the only one whose beauty overshadowed everything else. Lauren had been eating well, taking her medications, and resting. With Landon's company, she worked hard to nurse herself back to health. However, it was now winter in Bernardia. Despite her efforts and the thick, warm coat over her shoulders, she still staggered like a delicate flower whenever the wind blew.

My reflection caught in the glass wall looked serene, composed, almost soft. Exactly how I wanted him to see me, the calm in his storm, the fire in his chest, the leave he never knew he needed. I’m a savage classy bougie ratchet... I hummed to Megan Thee Stallion's latest hit as I danced back to my corner **BRYAN’S POV** I don’t know what surprised me more, was it waking up at my desk or seeing Christiana standing there, framed by the morning light spilling through the blinds, holding out a crisp shirt and a small bag like it was her God-given duty to rescue me.