Collided Lauren Asher Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

“We just killed her right?” Kira grimaced and sent the image back to the director’s terminal. “Yeah, we did. Something’s not right with your intel.” “You sure about that?” Rodrigo asked flatly. “Her name was Lilia Baudin. I watched her head explode in my scope two years ago in Prague. Yeah, I’m pretty damn sure.” “A highly possibility that she's an Awakaned too?” Knight asked in the tense silence that followed. Kira managed to contain his flinch, but just barely.

Besides, the design competition was around the corner. *** Meanwhile, Lauren didn't know those two were planning for her but even if she knew, she would only sneer and still continue with whatever she was doing. Here, Lauren was surprised to see the assistant of Alex and she quickened her steps to meet him. Her eyes flashed with surprise as she looked at the car he was resting on. “Madam!” The assistant greeted her and immediately walked towards her to pick up the box in her hand. Lauren stood there in surprise, she narrowed her eyes, “You—”

“You seeing this shit? That video’s everywhere. #CollisionCouple is actually trending.” I didn’t look up. My eyes stayed glued to the scuffed floor between my feet. I dug my fingers into the edge of the bench. Mike dropped down beside me, elbows on his knees. “For real though, people are eating it up. Comments are all positive for once.” I exhaled hard through my nose and started shoving my gear into my bag, the zipper caught. I yanked it harder. “It was an accident and I barely touched her.” Ryan laughed from across the row. “Accident or not, it’s perfect timing. After Maya’s been dragging your name through the mud for weeks—”

He quickly stood up and didn’t wait for the directors to bow their heads for him before he paced out of the conference room, walking and running. THIRTY MINUTE LATER Asher felt relaxed after he rested for a few minutes. He walked back to his seat and sat down to work. As he opened the file in his front, Layla walked in. Asher sighed tiredly, though he wasn’t afraid of her again, but he didn’t want to see her yet. “What are you doing here?” He asked. She ignored his question and walked closer. She offered herself a seat and sat down. “What are you doing here?” He asked again. He scoffed slightly before she could answer. Are you here to beg me?”

He was also bleeding and still. Asher's hands were painted red, as he tried to identify where the Luna was bleeding from. She was stabbed in her lower back, as well as in the stomach. She gasped and gasped, her breaths short and labored. Her hands trembled, her brow dotting with an unwelcomed and heavy sweat. She reached for Asher's hand. He held it, kissing it with his lips. She smiled faintly at his actions. Her lips moved. Her throat squeaked, but her words failed to make a sound.

It felt like something had shifted, like a glass had shattered and even though the pieces were swept away, you could still hear the shattering sound of it breaking if you listened closely enough. No one said anything. Not even Craig, considering he always had something to say. And that was saying something. I leaned back slightly in my chair, exhaling slowly, only just realizing I had been holding my breath through most of that entire exchange. My fingers still tingled faintly, goosebumps lingering on my skin like a reminder that I had just witnessed something extremely monumental, and phenomenal. “You people can go back to work now,” Lana said, already turning to her laptop like she hadn’t

"Enjoy your stay, Miss Lily." "Yes, thank you," the lady replied, smiling under her hat. The bustles of a busy road scratched at her ear when she finally left the subway. She passed by an alleyway, and a familiar ugly sound replaced the assaults of the street chatters and car engines. The world suddenly closed in on her as she slowly glanced at the direction of the sound of flesh hitting another flesh. "Yeah! Get him!" Three young men surrounded two others: Their faces were swelling in red and blue as they breathed in a ragged rhythm. Both wore angry faces, and it seemed as though they'd been long time enemies.

Aislen interpreted the sparkle. “He’s certainly not hard on the eye, and he’s a talented potter,” Lauren told her. “But I thought you and Rhett Salem…?” “Ah,” Aislen chuckled. “Town gossip, hey?” “Yeah, I might have heard about a certain kiss…” Lauren replied teasingly. “Rhett and I go way back,” Aislen replied. “Shit,” she added as a car pulled up at the curb. “I’d best skedaddle.”

She wouldn’t react like this if it were nothing. “Oh, perfect timing, your former boss is here. What a coincidence! It’s such a nice day for me. Well, since you’re here too, I’ll just tell Athena myself,” Lauren said, suddenly smiling—a smile that hinted at something wicked. “Lauren, shut up!” Zach shouted angrily, startling all of us, especially me. “You’ve done nothing but lie! What is your problem? What have I or Athena done to you for you to do this?!” Zach added, his jaw tightening with rage. His glare toward Lauren was harsh, and his fists were clenched.