Eula Lawrence Novels & Stories

"Lawrence, you're already 30. You're not young anymore. Are you really planning to stay at that company forever? If you're not getting married, just come back for a blind date. Your Aunt Ella found a young lady for you. She's coming back from abroad next month, and she seems nice. Come meet her." It was nearing the end of the workday when Lawrence Hale received the call from his mother, Maddison Pace. It wasn't the first time she had called to pressure him about marriage. Usually, he'd hesitate or brush it off. But this time, his answer was different.

Ava asked. The woman froze. Her fingers tightened on a half-drunk cup of coffee. “Who’s asking?” “I’m not here to hurt you. I just need the truth.” Elena stood slowly. Her gaze swept over Ava’s face with sharp calculation. “Truth?” she said, voice barely above a whisper. “There’s no such thing with Wolfe.” Ava stepped inside. “You used to work for him. You know how Clause 17 works.” Elena flinched. “I’ve read it,” Ava continued. “I’ve lived it. But I need to understand it. I need to fight it.”

He is a billionaire not because of inheritance but pure effort. He has a fiancée for whom he will find a gift at this auction. But a different gem caught his attention. As if at first glance, the beautiful young woman immediately captivated his eyes. Eleanor, on the other hand, couldn't believe it, in front of her was a very handsome man, not old and not looking hungry for flesh either. "Eleanor Lualhati, a virgin probinsyana, Sold to the Billionaire!"

Layla continued pretending to read, flipping a page even as her pulse quickened. Elias rested his chin on her shoulder, his breath warm against her neck. “What are you studying now?” “Business law ,” she murmured, trying to stay focused. “Sounds boring.” “It is. Very.” “Stop reading and pay attention to me.” His voice dropped to that husky tone she loved. “No.” She turned another page defiantly. “Layla.” “I’m busy, Oldie. Some of us have finals.” He looked genuinely offended, pulling back slightly to stare at her. “You’re choosing business law over me?”

How far was she letting her thoughts go? And even more disturbing was that strange sensation, as if he knew exactly what she felt, the silent whisper in her mind: Did you manage to satisfy yourself last night? She shrank slightly in her chair, gripping the papers. She was embarrassed. A short while later, she saw the lawyer arrive. Elena took a deep breath, straightened herself, and stood up to greet him. “Good morning, sir.” “Good morning, I’m Julian, Mr. Darkmoor’s lawyer.”

"You..." Evelyn licked her lips which suddenly became a little dry, "Mr. Lu, what did you say just now?" She looked back at Laurant who got stunned in an instant, "You called him... Lawrence?" Elizabeth was also taken aback. She looked at Evelyn and then looked at the man opposite her. Wasn't this person Laurant? Why did he become Lawrence? Lawrence? James naturally did not know what had happened between Evelyn and Lawrence. Hearing Evelyn asking him like that, he raised his eyebrows and nodded, "Yes."

i stutter There's a knock on the door and i quickly regain myself, push him backwards and arrange my scattered hair and he just smirks at me. Eulalia gets a well paying job at a very successful company but she doesn't know why she can't stop thinking about her boss and all the dirty things he could do to her. Constantine can't stop thinking about the little angel that works for him and beautiful her blue eyes are. He will stop at nothing until he makes sure that she is HIS.

She reached for her hand mirror and called for Margarette. “How are you? Did you get the dusts?” “Margarette, we need to talk. I want the truth. I want the whole story of Lenriad. Also, I have to tell you another thing.” Ellaine opened the leaf and stared at the beautiful face of a sleeping angel with golden hair.

Alex said. "So sick," Lawrence agreed. "So, you wouldn't want me to go into details on how she did that, right?" Audrey smirked. "No, please don't," Lawrence looked like he was ready to puke in the next second. "So, that's why, Eve has no memory of what happened after her delivery. Even the nurses couldn't tell that something was off," Lawrence said, his tone carrying a hint of anger. He was angry at that witch called Elena. He already hated her so much without seeing her. But this didn't make him love Maya any less, to him, she would always remain his dear cousin.

I didn’t sleep. Not because Raffaele Moretti was sitting in my living room, legs stretched out like he owned the place—or maybe like he was trying not to look too ready to kill someone. And not because I had just learned that Marcus Vento, my brother’s old partner, was framing Raffaele to distract from his own sins. No, I didn’t sleep because the whole world felt like it had tilted. The law—the thing I built my life on—suddenly felt like a crooked ladder. And the only hand reaching out to pull me up belonged to a man who probably broke more laws before breakfast than I had in my whole career.