Lauren Asher Dirty Air Series Novelas e Histórias

Delilah’s Point of View The mansion loomed like a ghost as I pulled up the driveway, its windows glowing faintly against the night sky. I had been gone all day, drifting from bar to bar, restaurant to café, anywhere that kept me from facing what I had heard today . I wanted to drown in noise, in alcohol, in anything that made me forget the private investigator’s words. Amara Holt’s real identity has been revealed, she is Emily Jack .

If she didn't see her stepfather often enough, then whatever urge she had for sleeping with him would eventually go away. " Who is she?" Damien watched the figure from the tinted window of his car. He wasn't able to take his eyes off the brown-haired girl that just exited the house, she was dragging a bag behind her, and she stood by the front yard while looking around with an impatient look in her eyes. A human no doubt. " She is Asher's stepdaughter, Lisa Summers " " Tell me more "

“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?”

Complaints, insults, excuses, frustration. “That asshole plays dirty.” “The ref was bought.” “We shouldn’t have lost like that.” I clench my jaw as I read, close the chat without thinking too much because I don’t want to stay there, don’t want to keep going over the same thing, don’t want to think about the game or him, so I set my phone aside and take a deep breath, trying to clear my head, even if it’s just for a while. Tonight I’m only going to do one thing, drink enough to not feel anything and leave early before it all becomes unbearable, no drama, no complications, not giving him more space than he already takes.

She threw her hands in the air. Grey clicked his tongue. “Because someone should.” Like that solved the entire problem. The tension in the room tightened and thickened. If you wanted to, you could cut through it with a knife “You think you’re better than me?” Lana asked, taking a step forward. “No,” Grey said simply, calmly. “Then what?” She asked, quietly. Grey simply responded again, “I think you’re lying.” That one landed very hard. It must've struck her in a way because she let out a short and disbelieving sharp laugh. “Wow. You really have the audacity.” She clapped twice, and put her arms behind her.

' Aerona pouts and I can't help but to laugh. I run at Asher in wolf form, and I watch as he shifts into his massive deep grey and white wolf. He crouches low preparing to pounce and I continue to run at him. We both jump at the same time and collide mid air. Our wolves snap and snarl at one another, but neither one actually causes any harm to the other. We're circling each other now. Slowly. Each trying to figure out our next move. Aerona darts for Asher's leg and narrowly misses it as he moves just out of her reach.

Our family dynamics were pretty simple to understand, Henrik and Ava preferred to seduce and steal, while Zahra and I preferred to do the dirty and logical work, neither team told the other what to do or how to do it and perhaps that’s why we all worked so well together. “Omg you will never believe what happened, so you know the Cohen gang in America, well guess what. The leader, Jared Cohen’s daughter ran away right after her marriage to the heir of the Hawthorn family was announced. It was the quite a scandal, most people are still talking about it. The Cohen’s are searching for her to save their reputation and pride, while the Hawthorns are enraged. They say she’s coming to Italy, but tha

she said, her voice soft but carrying a weight that held him in place. Her gaze drifted to the small table near the chair she had left, and Dreon’s eyes flicked to the envelope resting there before returning to her. She walked on, her steps slow and purposeful, radiating a quiet authority, and his gaze followed her, sharp and lethal, tracking her every move until she disappeared from sight. ****** ◈THOMPSON'S EMPIRE◈ “Colliding with the biker, Ruby hit the brake, and we jerked forward, eventually hitting our heads,” Asher said calmly, adjusting his head to rest on Caleb’s thighs.