Lauren Asher Audiobook Novels & Stories

"Then why would a perfectly good heiress run around building teams and pretending to be a nurse? What are you trying to do?" Did rich people all have this kind of eccentric streak? Ivy laughed awkwardly. "I'm not actually a nurse. I borrowed the uniform. I heard you were in a car accident and came specially to see you, but I was afraid you'd think it was too forward... "And I built this team because of you. I like you. That is why I entered this industry. "Ash, join Immortal Ashes. I want to build a team just for you. From now on, you will be second-in-command at our studio."

“You never truly severed it. He rejected you, but the Moon didn’t accept it.” Dax’s voice cut like steel. “Aria. Now.” I shoved Kieran into the tunnel and dropped after him, sliding on wet stone. The seam above us slammed shut with a final thud—sealing out Rowan’s voice, sealing out the tracker’s roar. For three heartbeats, there was only darkness and my own breathing. Then, from deeper in the tunnel, another voice spoke—female, amused, dangerously calm. “Welcome,” it said. “We’ve been waiting for the ashbound to fall into our hands.”

“You are harassing my mate.” “Our future Luna.” “My mate.” “Temporary technicality.” Dax’s aura flared. Asher grinned brighter, utterly fearless. “Fine, fine. Keep glaring. But admit it, little venom and I would be a better combo. She has trauma, I have knives. She wants justice, I have free time. She has enemies, I have enthusiasm. It’s fate.” I pressed a hand over my face, torn between horror and the ridiculous urge to laugh. “Asher, please stop talking.”

Asher’s POV Leaning against the doorframe of our bedroom, I watched Lila from a distance. She sat on the edge of the bed, completely absorbed in a book she held close to her face. Her eyes darted across the pages like she was racing against time. The moment she sensed my presence, her reaction was immediate. She slammed the book shut, stuffed it into the middle of a larger hardcover on the nightstand, and smiled. “What were you reading? An erotic book?”

Of course, Asher knew exactly what had happened the day before. Unfortunately, Asher had only been able to hear Laura's voice until she got into Alan's car when they left the beach. The listening device attached to Laura's bag must have fallen off or been accidentally dislodged—it was so small and almost invisible if you weren't actively looking for it. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. "Come in." Asher's voice was colder than usual. Laura took a hesitant step inside upon hearing Asher's voice, especially since he was staring at her with an intense gaze that seemed to bore right through her head.

" She made mental notes while hiding her discomfort beneath her fake smile. Truth be told, everyone associated with the Johnson family disgusted her to the core. A great aversion she could not fathom the reason for. Her index finger reached for the back of her ears, and stylishly, she pressed the record button on her ear pod. It was one of the kinds that are as tiny as a microchip and invisible to the human eye. "Thank you. I never knew you were good at flattering women," Laura added, holding up a smirk on her face. "Mr. Asher, my dad had given me notice that you are the next kin to the throne of the Johnsons, right?" "I wouldn’t say next of kin... Besides, he has a son, and I am just an ado

Elena's smile faltered slightly, a hint of pink dusting her cheeks. Satisfied with her reaction, Asher stretched, resting his head on her lap. "You can keep reading," he murmured. "I promise I’ll pay attention this time." Elena hesitated, then ran her fingers through his hair before opening the book again. Asher closed his eyes, listening to her voice. Not to the words. Just her. Just them. In their own world, where nothing else existed. "Asher—what are you doing?" Elena barely had time to react before he plucked the book from her hands, tossing it aside.

I watched her set the table but one thought won’t leave my mind. See what I mean? I feel like I’m always thrown away but whatever. Fuck. Why am I thinking like this? I feel like a fucking girl. Sighing, I sat on a chair, brushing away the bothersome emotions. “Where’s Quillon?” Ashira sat an a chair beside me, she shrugged. “On the other side.” I laughed from that. “Maybe we shouldn’t say it like that, baby. It sounds like our son had died.” Ashira rolled her eyes. “On the other realm, then.” then she grinned. “How’s work?”

It’s been a while since we hunted. “If you want,” he waved. “That seems pretty boring to me.” He pointed to the pile of books and made a face. It almost made me smile. “But I need to go through these…” I simply had no interest, but if I was to play Luna, I needed to do it the right way. “I can answer any question you may have,” Asher replied. “I may not seem as scholarly as Noah and Logan, but trust me, everything in there is copied into my brain. And it would be much more fun coming out of my mouth.”

"What's going on man? Is everything okay?' I type into my phone in frustration. I wait a few minutes but the text remains unread. Like the rest. Asher is one of Vaughan's guys who has always been in charge of watching Lauren and monitoring her movements as per ordered by Vaughan himself. She is in one of his safe houses here in New York and isn't allowed to step a foot outside till I'm done with this assignment. Somehow Asher and I became friends, so he always gives me updates about Lauren. We agreed to talk this morning but his number hasn't been reachable and he isn't replying to any of my texts. I'm so worried and the thought of not knowing what's going on is killing me. I tighten my fist