Lauren Asher Audiobook Novels & Stories

“Lila Harper.” His mouth twitched, not a smile but something darker, sharper. “Figures.” He leaned against the rink’s barrier, arms crossed, his gaze stripping me bare. The air thickened, heavy with his disdain. The last players vanished into the locker room, leaving us alone in the cavernous arena. Only the hum of the Zamboni in the distance broke the silence. My stomach churned, but I flipped open my notebook, forcing my voice steady. “Can we begin, please?”

“I actually thought I could teach her, you know. We sort of made a bet." Brief silence again. "By the way, why did you lock the whole doors? That's very unlike you.” I heard a muffled groan from Asher. His head was probably buried in a pillow. “I…I wasn't actually in a good state of mind last night.” "What?! Whose shoes are these?” I held my breath. My poor baseball shoes. Asher hopped out of the bed. “Uh…Xena seized them from a scholarship student. I don't understand their deal. I think she offered her a new pair.” he rambled. "Don't worry about me and go on. I'm not a kid, huh?”

The sound echoed in the study, and Ash straightened fully, closing the book with a snap. “What happened?” His voice was sharp, low, like he already knew it wasn’t good. I didn’t waste time answering aloud. I let him hear it the same way I did—from Kael’s frantic thoughts spilling through the link. Ash stiffened, jaw tightening, the corner of his mouth twitching as if he wanted to bare his teeth. “Those arrogant bastards,” he muttered, already pushing off the shelf. “Where’s Lisa now?” “Infirmary,” I growled, storming toward the door.

Even though we spoke sporadically for now, I was glad to finally have someone to talk to. "Zakara, what is the Lycan king like?" I asked, not knowing if she knew him. "I am not sure. But something tells me we will be safe with him. Don't worry, Bryan seems to know him, and his wolf says we will be safe." she tells me. "You spoke to Bryan's Wolf? When?" I asked, surprised to learn she had found time to talk to another wolf in all the chaos. "I spoke to him while we drove. His name is Athos. He's very strong and knows your father's wolf, Ares," she replied.

he spoke coldly. ******* Shaun's POV There was this brick in my chest that I couldn't get out no matter how hard I tried. I was angry_ angry at Asher and myself. I was angry at Asher for what he did to Lindsay and I was angry at myself for ever letting her stay a single minute with him even after finding out she was abused. How could I have been so stupid? Lindsay and Leia were already asleep, I had made sure of that. This allowed me to make my call conveniently. Something needed to be done about that demon.

“Smart.” “I have my moments.” I paused in the doorway, watching them. Adrian and Luca leaned over the laptop. Marlene knelt beside Ashley, showing her how to line up the shells while Ashley counted, “One, two, free, FOUR—” My phone buzzed again. Lena: How was the honeymoon? Ashley asked about you every day. She missed you. I typed back: It was perfect. We missed her too. She’s here sorting through a hundred shells. Thanks for watching her.

I wake up on the third day of preparation to the sound of Asher's delighted laughter filtering in from the sitting room. For a moment, I let myself just listen—the pure, uncomplicated joy of a child who doesn't know his mother is about to walk into a political battlefield. When I emerge from my bedroom, I find Asher having breakfast with an unexpected guest. Luna Vera. The former Luna sits in the armchair by the window, looking frail but determined. She's dressed simply, her white hair pulled back, but there's steel in her posture despite her obvious illness.

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

Shattered Glass and Ashes Lucian's POV Guilt isn't a sharp pain that comes and goes; it is a suffocating, invisible weight that fills your lungs until every breath feels like swallowing broken glass. The cabin of my private jet was pitch black except for the pale blue glow of the digital flight tracker mounted on the bulkhead. Thirty thousand feet above the freezing Atlantic, the engine’s low, monotonous rumble sounded like a funeral dirge. On the leather table in front of me lay the legal petition Seraphina had filed in London. Next to it was Chloe’s brown leather ledger, open to the page where two years of calculated destruction had been carefully noted down in neat, fluid handwriting.

"You are confused why I am talking to you?" She asked bitterly and Layla nodded. "I am just making sure that I can still talk... It's been so long since I have talked to someone. I don't remember when was the last time I heard myself speaking like a normal person." "It's 9.30 pm" Layla answered while serving her food. She wants to sympathise with her, but she can't. Emerald nodded and grabbed her plate. She was finally getting normal food and was eating without any tantrums. It was easy after starving for days.