Lauren Fleshman Novels & Stories

DOMINIC I always wondered what Sophie Laurent’s first words to me would be when she finally spoke to me personally after seven years. But contrary to what I imagined, they weren’t recognition. They were— “I can’t breathe.” A harsh cough tore through the speaker just as I pushed open the doors to Hayes’ estate. “Sophie.” My voice came out low and sharp as I glanced around. “Where are you?” “The…the stairs…” Another cough. Weak. Broken. “Blood…”

Just a slow, knowing smile. “You’re not at book club,” Chloe said softly. Lauren didn’t answer right away. She set her purse down, kicked off her heels, and let her trench coat slide from her shoulders. Underneath she wore only a silk slip—deep burgundy, clinging to every curve, no bra, no panties. The fabric whispered against her skin as she moved. “I canceled,” Lauren said, voice low. “I wanted to watch something else tonight.” Chloe’s eyes darkened. She sat up slowly, letting the nightie ride higher.

Lauren raised her head, and cleaned her face with her handkerchief which she brought out of her bag, then she stood up and stopped a taxi, then Without a care for the look on the driver’s face, she entered the car and gave him an address. She looked at the window lost in her thoughts, “It's time to live for myself. Just you, Lauren! I need to grow powerful, and only then will I not be called an idiot who can be manipulated as they wish.” The cab stopped in front of a building, she paid and got down. Lauren stood in front of the building she hadn't visited for years and her eyes became teary, but still, she took a deep breath and put on her mask, then she began to walk inside the building wit

“Miss Sylvia Hart has been announced as the author of this work.” Murmurs rippled through the hall. Elara swallowed. “I didn’t…..", Her voice cracked. She tried again. “I didn’t impersonate anyone.” A security guard stepped closer. “Ma’am, please remain calm.” Fallon surged forward from the audience. “Remain calm? Are you serious? She wrote that book! I watched her……” “Miss,” another guard snapped, blocking Fallon. “Sit down.” Fallon didn’t. She laughed, a sharp, furious sound. “Oh, so now we’re silencing people?”

Surprisingly, for this tone, the woman from earlier named Lauren is here. I crane my neck to see who the fighter is, and when I do, my jaw drops to the ground. It’s Levi.

'There was a sudden deem lights, Phelan remembers someone, who was Don Carlton telling her to go lay down and rest. She tried to refuse, but he was too strong, and she was unable to stop him. It was so sudden that Don stood, watching Phelan in a distant approached her in a smile that shed some lights in the deem lights that came from the window. A meter from Phelan, Don put his hands on her shoulders, and then made an excuse and left.

“Now, I want to go home and help those less fortunate then myself. I know that sounds silly, but it is my dream.” Arabella listened to Lauren and smiled at her to keep her talking. It seemed to help Lauren keep her mind off the present by talking about the past. Arabella studied the girl as she talked. Lauren had dark brown hair that flowed down past her shoulders. Right now, she had it in a high ponytail. Her brown eyes had glints of gold that in certain lights would glow out people. She could not be more than five foot four or five. Lauren must look like a child compared to Lucas’s six foot one build. Her boy had chosen well.

Chander's sudden interruption brought her back. "Miss Hila, let me help you take care of the other eleven." She didn't feel light headed or drunk anymore. "Why would you help me? You are in no position to gain anything from their deaths and if you are, just shut it and consider yourself lucky that your competition just got lower." She took off the robe and was left covered by a tiny sleeveless navy blue dress that barely covered even half her thighs. The pair of linen dolphin shorts of the same color loosely swayed as she moved towards him.

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

he smirks. “Trust me, I get plenty of hands-on time with her.” Theo waggles his eyebrows suggestively. “Ugh,” Fallon grimaces from the other side of me where she’s been sparring with Quinn, wrinkling her nose. “Glad you’re keeping my sister happy, but spare us the details. Can we all get back to training now?” Jax points toward Serena and I. “Ask those two, they’re the ones sucking face on the field…” “Oh fuck off,” I groan again, finally relinquishing my grip on Serena so she can climb off of me and stand. I rise to my feet, too, brushing the dirt from my clothes.