Lauren Fleshman Novels & Stories

She thought she looked breathtaking. Right beside her, Lauren, who had spent a small fortune on her own professional styling, surge a smug triumph. She struck pose after pose, absolutely certain that the sheer contrast was making her own natural beauty shine ten times brighter. I stopped a few paces away, standing with my hands clenched tightly at my sides, my stormy eyes locked entirely on Mannie. The music pulsed heavily through the room, but my mind was blank, caught somewhere between wanting to drag her out of the lobby and wanting to laugh at the absolute absurdity of it all.

The moment he managed to click the door open, she lunged forward, violently slamming it shut again. "Do you honestly think you can play me for a fool forever?" She snarled, her eyes narrowing into dangerous slits. Zach's eyebrows knitted together instantly. "What the hell are you babbling about now?" He asked, genuine confusion coloring his tone. A venomous grin slowly spread across Laureen’s face. "Oh, come off it, Zach. Let’s stop pretending here. I know for a fact that you are faking this entire amnesia routine just to manipulate Cyan into staying. Because you know the absolute second she walks away, every single thing you’ve bled and worked for goes up in smoke!" she spat, her voice echo

"Oh. I didn't know that. In that case, it is really nice to meet you. I guess we'll be seeing a lot more of each other." "Yes, ma'am." He said. "No. I'm not ma'am and I'm not Luna. I'm Savannah. Please remember that. I don't care what Kane told you. I'm just Savannah." I said. "Okay. He did tell me to protect the Luna." Lucas said. "Well, your Luna will be very pissed off if you don't use her real name. Anyway, are you sticking around now because these kids are waiting for me." I said. "Yeah. I can practically see their tails wagging and they haven't even shifted." He smirked.

She’d been so glad to get a few minutes alone, and now all she wanted was a distraction. She glimpsed a gunmetal gray Lexus before her attention was captured by the woman who stood on the porch. Her expression was good-natured and friendly. She had dark blond hair neatly French braided and nearly as long as Toby’s. Werewolf, Lauren’s nose told her. The woman smiled and held out her hand, “I’m Leah,” she said. “The Marrok’s wife.” Lauren took her hand and released it quickly. “Let’s go in and chat, shall we?” said the woman pleasantly.

Since It is absolutely impossible to wash a car with heels 9cm high. Behind her, a woman with a skinny body like a sportsman was pointing his cellphone camera at him with a smile of victory. The woman is Olivia White, the head of the HR department who is the enemy of the woman who washes cars, Laura Dean. Laura tried to hold herself back so that her tears didn't fall. She didn't want to make Olivia even more happy. Even though there was still some punishment to be worked out after this.

Biting my lip in concentration. "I think I'm done," I say, his face is outstanding better already. Patching itself together as though nothing happened. He doesn't move, "you're beautiful." I flush. Looking down and picking at my cracked nails. "Stop." Chris merely smiles, "You are Andrea. And I'm going to remind you every chance I get." I fumble to words, to any response. I've never considered myself beautiful. My almost platinum blonde hair was weirdly natural and my blue eyes where so light they sometimes seemed to reflect clouds. But beautiful? No.

"Laura... The name means victory and I like starting the new chapter of my life on the right foot. With you around, let's accomplish great things together, shall we?" Unknown to Tynan, something magical happened the moment he said that. The man was happy to plug the new phone in for it to charge while he went for a shower but the phone flickered to life even with zero percent battery. On the screen, an image of a girl started to rub her eyes and look around. The girl had pink hair tied up with a bandana that was decorated with a cute skull. She wore a red tracksuit and looked very athletic. If anyone recognised her, they would know her as the Princess of the Dirt Track from five years ago wh

Thin, but with curves in all the right places, she wore Daisy Duke denim-blue shorts, showing off her long legs, and a stretchy, lightweight sweatshirt-like top, along with tall cowboy boots. "I'm Lauren. Thank you so much for the coffee. I sure need it." She held out her hand to shake Edie's, but it was ignored. "Do you need anything else?" Edie placed the tray on the bed. "No, thanks. I'm good." Lauren covered a yawn. "How long have you worked for Chase?"

He tells her, willing to help. "She is Lauren, a nurse, she is married to one psychopath called Luscious, though I am just begining to see a different side of Lucious that I think I love so much and bless the Lord every day for helping my daughter, make the right choice.

“Looking forward to it.” I leave the stadium, and go out in the parking lot to wait for her. Most people in New York don’t have a car, but most people weren’t Capaldi’s. I had a black Porsche that I leaned against, smoking a cigarette in the cold. It was February, and the snow was starting to melt but it was still freezing. Lauren came out from the rink. She was wearing a pretty, pastel blue dress with white tights and black ballet flats. Her jacket was a black pea coat and over her shoulder was a black sports bag. I put my cigarette out.