Lauren Chow Novels & Stories

“What are you doing here? You never come by yourself.” I glance at Lauren. “I’m not by myself.” Carla looks at the girl with me, and squints, trying to place her. “Oh my gosh! Are you Lauren Gallo? The skater my cousin works with?” Lauren blushes prettily. “Um, yeah, that’s me.” Carla beams at her, then back at me. “You should watch her routines. She does a really cool one to Billie Eilish.” “Interesting,” I say, “What song?”

María commented as she gently stroked her back. Arabella watched them in silence, her gaze sweeping over her stepsister. Lauren was wearing paint-stained overalls and her hair was tied up in a messy bun. She was frozen for an instant. She hadn't known that Lauren was also an artist, and a tightness settled in her chest. Lauren noticed her, and without trying to hide it, rolled her eyes in annoyance. She frowned for a second, but regained her composure and looked directly at her. "What is this woman doing here?" she asked with venom in her voice.

or pretending she was anything more than what I wanted her to be. Unlike Clara. Lauren’s voice dropped into that soft, seductive purr that always went straight to my cock. “I helped you set up the camera… even planned half your speech. And for what? So your precious wife can come running back and I get set aside?” She twisted her body slowly, arching just enough to make her nipples tighten and her hips roll in a way that short-circuited my brain.

We found a common ground that’s why we worked well together. “What are you saying? I’m not pregnant. I’ve just been given a second shot at life, Lau. It makes me want to try new things. New food. New lifestyle. And new adventures… which you will be able to witness soon.” Lauren was still the same. She still didn’t know how to filter her words and her expressions. She was like the female version of Alexander, who unfortunately, was our subject for tonight. She had been terrorizing my ears about him for almost ten minutes now, saying how hot he looked and how good he smelled.

She wore a warm smile, holding up a small placard in one hand and a mic in the other. "Hello, everyone and welcome to the 15th edition of X!!" - She cheered loudly, arousing the applause of everyone present. " As every other year, we are dedicated to awarding the most excellent amongst our actors - ranging from new best comers to top - tier actors on our lists." "I'm Shayna Taylor and as always i'm your lovely host of tonight's event." - She blew a kiss, grinning widely. The crowd cheered once more, erupting in a frivolous applause.

Luis said to her and led her to his room. Luis turned on his laptop and quickly went into his email. He opened the mail. Sheila Williams, 25 years, caucasian, North Africa, Western Sahara. Luis went through all the other details of the lady. His eyes widened "This can't be," Luis said and Lily looked at him questioningly. "She's been dead for 10 years now. We need to speak with Nora?" he said. "Why?" Lily asked "She is related to Nora," Luis said and Lily gasped.

I suddenly felt bad. Just then, the doorbell rang urgently and I rushed to pull it open. Lauren stood out, dressed up in an armless red mini flair gown that barely reached her knees, her high heels adding to her average height. Her hair is well made, looking brushed down her back in swirling waves, her face adorned with makeup. I Googled at her in surprise. " Laurene, what. . . . " She barely let me finish my statement as she pushed me back in and shut the door.

Not long after she typed something on it, a disheveled woman in a long white coat walked in. Maurice who was busy scouring her shop and inventory for items useful for her planned escape momentarily stopped, her eyes going to the woman she immediately assumed to be the laboratory owner. Maurice guessed correctly because this lady scientist was indeed the owner and chief researcher of this underground laboratory. Her name was Lauren Walker, Paul 's cousin from the mother side. She was a biologist whose main job was to dissect and research human specimen in hopes of discovering or furthering people's knowledge on how to treat cancer and other incurable diseases. Of course, she was also someone

she adds with a sigh. Lauren. That’s the blonde woman’s name. And by the way she’s glaring at Chloe, it looks like there’s going to be trouble.

Lauren didn't know who this was, but from Hazelyn’s rapidly changing expression, she could tell that she wasn’t a good person and must have had some conflict with me. With a disdainful sneer, Lauren asked, "What? Is this another Liora?" I whispered, "Her name is Hazelyn Chandler." When Lauren heard that, her voice rose sharply. "What? Looks like enemies are really everywhere, huh? What a small world!" Hazelyn Chandler approached me, and she did look impressive in those stiletto-style heels. I felt as though I had to hold her in high regard.