Lauren Fleshman นิยาย & เรื่องราว

A few stolen moments with her—even in a crowded mall—would be enough to breathe again. But fate had other plans. Twenty minutes later, Louis stood beside the estate’s main vehicle as Lauren stepped out, dressed in a soft floral skirt and a cream blouse that fluttered slightly in the breeze. She looked ethereal. Calm. But he knew that calm—he’d seen her come undone in his arms too many times to be fooled. He opened the door for her just as another voice chimed in. “Wait! Lauren, wait!” It was Camille, Richard’s younger sister—eighteen, clever, and irritatingly sharp-eyed. She bounced down the steps in a bubblegum pink romper, phone in hand and a mischievous glint in her eye.

"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.

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

and after that cheers resonated throughout the stands. The female figure named Lauren, is a tall fourteen years old young girl. Her hair is short and she looks tough. When the emcee says “Are you ready! Are you ready! LET'S GET IT ON!” Lauren quickened her footwork and started attacking her opponent first. While the woman who fought Lauren, had a body that was smaller than Lauren, her hair was long, but she tied up her hair to not let her hair get into her eyes.

it seems like he is right after all, Lucien has the same effect on everyone around him as well. I can't help but notice that Lauren is dressed in leather pants and a black leather jacket, and she looks like a badass biker girl. Her hair is pulled back in a tight ponytail, and she looks even more beautiful than I remembered. She's taller than I remembered too, and she has a presence about her that's both intimidating and alluring. I feel my cheeks growing warm, and I look away, hoping she doesn't notice my blush.

And Lauren was good-looking. "What's she like?" Wyatt asked finally. "The actress. Lauren." Nate pulled up the file, the one with Lauren's headshot and bio. "Twenty-five years old. Tall—about five-ten. Leggy. Long dark hair, whiskey-colored eyes. She's gorgeous, Wyatt. The kind of gorgeous that probably makes men like this Liam think he owns her."

"A minute ago, you were throwing around insults like it was your hobby. So go on, say something else now." Fiona shrieked as Lauren's heel pressed harder, distorting her nose and mouth. Tears streaming, she cried, "Hugh, help me! Somebody help! She's going to kill me!" Lauren grabbed a fistful of Fiona's hair and sneered, "Your eyelids, nose, lips are fake, and even your chest is fake. Wow, you're a walking patchwork of cheap parts!" Without hesitation, Lauren started ripping off Fiona's fake eyelashes, and double eyelid tape, and even yanked out her push-up bra.