Lauren Chow Novels & Stories

But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers 4) Emily Warner 5) Danika Williams Danika Williams Everyone in the room stared at me as I smashed the third glass on the ground in anger. I hadn’t had proper food for 2 days. My mom, who was a former Miss Universe, controlled my life since I was a child. Nine years ago, when I was only 18 years old, she wanted me to be Miss Universe too but I was the runner up, which angered my mom, so much so that she didn’t let me eat for 5 days as a punishment.

Keisha looked down at her own chest, then thought about Lauren's figure, her face full of contempt. "With her base? At most, she'll be able to fake a C." Keisha was an E. Ray burst into laughter. Lauren had received a 500-thousand-dollar settlement from Zac's wife's family. After compensating him 205,000 and adding her savings, she definitely had around 295,000 dollars in hand. But throwing that into the bottomless pit of plastic surgery? That money would disappear fast. He looked forward to the day Lauren became penniless and finally realized she'd been fooled by him.

The men’s eyes widened in pleasant surprise. Lauren grinned wickedly. “I’m sure you didn’t get enough of these huge globes today,” she said, swinging her massive tits from side to side for them. “Fuck, we definitely didn’t,” Tyler groaned, staring hungrily. She laughed softly and lowered the camera to her pussy. Her fingers rubbed slowly over her smooth, swollen lips. “What about this?” “Ooooh,” the men murmured, clearly turned on as she spread her folds and gaped her hole, showing them how wet she already was.

Laureen screamed. "Please lower your voice, Ma'am. You’re disturbing the other patients," the nurse cautioned. Lala’s eyebrows shot up as she observed the scene. "Isn't that Laureen Dela Cruz?" she remarked after a moment. Cyan turned to her sharply. "You know her?" Lala nodded quickly. "Yup. She was living in New York when I met her. She happened to be the live-in partner—or secret partner, you could say—of a male model I’m close with."

Echo excitedly asked. “Oh I would love to but I have to work. We have a big project we are working on right now. Can I get a rain check?” I answered. “You work at the packhouse right?” Amara finally spoke. I nodded my head. “That must be so interesting. So what kind of big important project are you working on?” “Well I-” I began but Amara instantly cut me off. “Aren't you the maid? Are you doing a big laundry project or is it a mopping project?” She snickered clearly thinking she was being funny.

She wore large rectangular glasses that covered her eyes as well as framed a delicate face. "Hi," I said as she stopped beside me. "It's a pleasure to meet you, I'm Lauren Shayla Gray, an art director and current artist in New York City." My mouth fell open a little bit as I heard the title, not quite believing what I had just heard. Lauren smiled and tilted her head slightly. "What?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. I shook myself out of my thoughts, "Oh, no. It's just that... I haven't met anyone like that here."

She kissed Emmy’s cheek, her teacher waving, the drop-off quick, her mind shifting to Langston Enterprises. At a café near the office, Lauren met Priya, her assistant and friend, their coffees steaming. “Morning, boss lady,” Priya said, her voice bright, handing Lauren a latte. “Big day, huh? Investor meeting?” Lauren nodded, her voice warm. “Yeah, could be a game-changer for Langston.” She sipped her coffee, the café’s hum soothing. “Heard from Clara lately? How’s Orchid doing?” Priya grinned, her voice playful. “Clara’s killing it, thanks to you. Lily’s three now, total spitfire.” She pulled out her phone, showing a photo of Clara and Lily. “She says hi, wants a Langston-Orchid collab some

“We’ll follow the shadow.” And then he turned back toward the fire, watching it burn slow—like a memory refusing to fade. *** Lauren lay quietly on her bed, the room wrapped in stillness. Her phone buzzed beside her pillow. A message blinked across the screen: “You’ve gained a new shareholder.” She rolled her eyes. Not now. She had other things to think about—bigger things. Like the baby growing inside her. Lauren Fashion was thriving. Sales were strong. Her team was on trend. Her vision was coming to life, and profits were speaking. It was everything she had dreamed of.