Holo X Lawrence Novels & Stories

Emma scoffed. “Is that a problem strawberry shortcake?” Oliver asked. “Yes, it’s a big fucking problem Olly! We do cars not drugs.” Emma said, more respectfully. Oliver stood from his seat and walked across the long room, past Lucas and Emma. He tilted a painting to the side revealing a hidden holo-phone. After moving his hand along the holo-screen a few times, the ceiling began lowering. The table now held thousands of tightly wrapped plastic bricks of black tar. “Not anymore.” Oliver stated plainly. He walked back his seat.

A mixture of unknown emotions, hard to put in words, were painted gruesomely in his eyes. Is that a bad thing or a good thing? “You have a fiancé?” Alas, Lanceil asked Agatha. Protocol – DENY IT AS SOON AS POSSIBLE. “NO!” Agatha said abruptly, her sharp eyes turning to Mr. Lawrence, who was grinning as if he was enjoying the sight before him. “Excuse Mr. whomever you are and whatever you do. But…” “I am Lawrence and I am the owner of Haysome Mall,” the silly Lawrence re-introduced himself as he opened his arms widely.

And I have this feeling that he won't hurt me. "You can't call this a house," he says in the same casual tone, like we are friends talking about the weather, like he isn't a stranger sitting on my goddamn couch. "Everything is falling apart. Do you know how easy it was to break the window in?" He leans back into the couch and crosses one leg over the other. In that minute, it clicks. I know why he looks so familiar. I have seen his face on the roll-up banners lining the hospital’s waiting room. He is Saint Lachlan, the greatest sponsor we have at the hospital and the most eligible bachelor in Los Angeles.

Then, instead of answering to Frank's accusation, he asked in return, "Mr. Lawrence… First of all, allow me to welcome you for personally visiting this exhibition sponsored by Droitner Inc. So, have you brought the Bloodcrane Spiritbloom here?" "The Bloodcrane Spiritbloom?" While the crowd was left puzzled, Huub chuckled. "Oh, I forgot to explain. Mr. Lawrence here is from Zamri, and he was the one who stole the Bloodcrane Spiritbloom that I gave to Lanecorp's Helen Lane as a gift. That in turn led to the death of Helen's uncle, I might add…"

Approaching with a friendly smile, he offered his hand for a hand shake. “I’m Brett Holmes. The CEO of Holwear. I already saw you at the party but I guessed you won’t remember me since we were wearing masks that night.” After hearing his introduction, Lawrence’s eyes sparkled towards him. How could he skip him when he’s the owner of that famous luxury brand? “You’re familiar since I saw you a couple of times in magazines,” Lawrence wooed. “Nice to meet you in person,” he greeted before accepting his hand. Adam is the Hendrix airlines. Chandler owned We.X hotel. Brett is the owner of Holwear. And these three amazing guys are hanging out with a woman named Maxine?

Lawrence’s move was a declaration of war. The information they desperately needed lay locked within Lila’s mind. She had been at the epicenter of the explosion, a witness to the events that had set this chain reaction in motion. But her fragile condition made it impossible to interrogate her. Jake was torn between his desire to protect her and the urgent need to gather intelligence. Every passing moment was a risk, with Lawrence and the Drakkons gaining ground. The lack of clues was a suffocating pressure. The urgency of Lawrence’s actions demanded immediate attention, but Lila was a key to understanding what was happening.

"I don't know much about the legal system. I can't even afford a half-decent attorney. But just because the Institute won't take action doesn't mean you can't. You have clear proof that Lola deliberately hurt you." "Russ, what are you saying?" Holly asked, searching his face, her resolve to place as much distance between her and anything related to the Institute crumbling little by little the longer she stood there. "I'm saying maybe the law is on your side, but you won't know unless you do something about it." "Fine, send me the recording," Holly gave in, even though she had no idea what she would do with it.

she blurted still keeping her head downturned. He nodded in agreement while he continued. “ Remember me?” he paused. “ father Gregory from ST. John’s Parish. We had a discussion about joining the choir which you are…. “I know you!” blurted the lady who was obviously avoiding looking at him. “I am yet to get a response from my husband” “or you forgot to speak to him about it. Which is it”? “hehehe!” mimicked Amelia as she pouted her lips in ridicule. “you must be really nosy or is that a qualification that was needed for your ordination. Huh?”

"Fucking knew it. Xavier is just a random person. Always looking unprepared but shocking everyone at the right time," They all laughed but I didn't share in it because I didn't even understand what was going on. They all seemed to be friends. "Pardon my manners, beautiful lady," Lawrence said and stretched out his hands. I took it and he shook it firmly. "My name is Lawrence, Alpha of Eaglestalon. How about you?" "Iris," I began. "Xavier's beta and the finest warrior in Silver moon," Felix said. Lawrence shot a brow up at Xavier. "You didn't tell me,"

he said slowly. Xavier’s pulse spiked. “What do you mean it isn’t right?” “This is drugs, sir,” Holloway said in a shaky voice. “And that part is surprising because?” Xavier asked, confused. Lilith was a researcher, so it is no surprise that she will be working on some drugs. Holloway looked up at him, unease etched deep into his features. “Sir, I think you’re misunderstanding what you’re looking at.” Xavier crossed his arms. “Explain.”