Collided Lauren Asher Mga Nobela at Kwento

Elaine After school, Elaine decided to visit Asher at the hospital. She was informed by Madam Rhea that Asher just escaped a life threatening condition—by dodging the bullet from getting straight through the heart. That being said, Asher still won’t wake up despite his condition, as if something is holding him down from coming back to life.

It was all over when another girl walked into the WC and helped Layla and that miserable woman. When the girl rescued Layla, the party was still underway, but Asher had left to catch his flight to Los Angeles. Layla did not wait for Calantha too long, she came out of the mansion right after. “Is everything okay?” Layla asked as the car had rolled. “It’s fine,” Calantha stopped saying, “Asher doesn’t doubt me.” Layla felt that since she had been in the car, Calantha was very strange, she didn’t seem happy.

As soon as I walk in all of the girls looked up and watched me for a while then started whispering to each other immediately. I uncomfortably wiggled around in my seat at the unnecessary attention. Asher walked in a moment later and locked eyes with me, he seemed calm and perfectly normal unlike at lunch. The girl in the seat in front of me-her name is Lauren I think-turns around and smiles brightly at me.

"If it’s about Luxe business, I’m sure I can stay—" "It’s not," I interrupted sharply. "Lauren, could you give us a minute?" Warren said with an awkward smile. Her eyes narrowed, but she slid off the desk and brushed past me, the faint scent of expensive perfume trailing behind her. When the door clicked shut, Warren rubbed the back of his neck. "Sorry about that. She’s been… needing help adjusting." I didn’t respond. I just took a breath and said, "It’s Ashley. Fred’s fiancée. She’s missing."

Olivia said, feeling a mix of concern and hope for her friend. *** Luna Camilla paced back and forth in her office, the rhythmic click of her heels echoing against the cold, sleek walls. Her brow furrowed in agitation, hands clenching at her sides as she replayed Marcus’s report in her mind. "A woman. Asher was seen with a woman," she muttered under her breath, her sharp eyes flicking towards Marcus, who stood by the door, looking unusually tense. "And what else? Do we know anything about her?"

Asher completely forgot where they were and that they had a spectator as he moved his face closer to Kir’s, until they could feel each other’s breaths mingling in the small space between their lips. Sadly, Asher’s moment with his mate ended as quickly as it began when he was thrown by a mysterious force and faced with an all too familiar position, though this time it was Luca who had his throat in a death grip, not Inuharu. "Well, at least this time someone has a real reason to hate me enough to choke me," Asher laughed to himself. "LUCA PUT HIM DOWN, RIGHT NOW!" Asher heard someone yell from across the room, when he looked over to the person that yelled. Asher’s jaw fell to the floor upon r

ARIELLA This time, Luca answered. “She climbed higher than she should have,” he said, his tone quieter now, steadier. “Lost her footing.” Leon’s eyes widened. “And then?” “Asher caught her,” Luca said simply, nodding toward him. “Before she fell.” Leon turned to Asher, as if he had just confirmed something important. “I knew it.” Asher didn’t say anything right away. Just gave a small shrug. “I was closer.” Luca scoffed softly.

Joshua had drunk quite a bit at the banquet and fell asleep even faster than she did. In the middle of the night, his phone began ringing over and over. Seeing no sign that he was about to wake up, Sheila struggled to sit upright and answered the call. It was Joshua's assistant. Before she could even speak, he hurriedly reported the situation. "Mr. Stewart, something terrible has happened. Ms. Zeller was in a car accident. "I had someone investigate it. It was arranged by your parents. "They found out you're still involved with Ms. Zeller, so they sent people after her. Right now she's..."

Lauren’s hysterical, tear-streaked face pressed against the heavy steel bars of her cage was a grotesque reminder that our war with the old world had only just begun. "The old bastard actually did it," Asher hissed, his gravelly voice dripping with an unhinged, lethal venom as he slammed his fist into the reinforced concrete pillar beside the monitor. The impact cracked the plaster, but his wild eyes never left the screen. "He snatched her right out of the northern district to use her as leverage for our encryption codes."