Lauren Fleshman Novels & Stories

Damien just wraps his arms around me, “Sorry.” Any self-respecting woman would figure out the cold shoulder but then there are plenty of women who have such thick skin that hints bounce off of them, effortlessly. Lauren leans forward, revealing her ample bosom, and even I feel impressed at the sight of her breasts pushing against the top of her blouse, “Are you also interested in the Forest of Death? I’ve done extensive research on it. Jonas is going to photograph the place and I’m doing a segment on it. I’m so exhausted from all that.”

All except one. A face that glared at me with a conceited smile. She had waited for this moment, she had waited to look me in the eyes with a calculative stare. Shania, drapes in a red polkadot gown and a black cashmere trenchcoat hanging over her shoulders. She let her ginger hair fall over shoulder with a braid at the two ends of her frontal. “Finally, we thought you were gonna have to cancel this meeting,” She smiled as though our argument yesterday never happened, like this was the first time we were speaking in months.

And me being me, I was focusing harder, until Carolina almost dragged me to the cafeteria for lunch. As we entered the cafeteria, the place looked excited, more than other days. And soon, I realised why when my eyes caught the news playing on the holo-screen in the cafeteria… The screen displayed a photograph of a remarkably beautiful woman, characterized by her elegant hair and sparkling eyes. And guess who? Yeah— Lauren Crowhurst. ‘Award-winning actress Lauren Crowhurst to host the upcoming Global Tech-Healing Competition...’

I laughed at Celia’s audacity and Gabriel’s foolishness. “If you are talking about monetary compensation, Ms. Ashford, which you are not going to pay from your pocket given the fact that you should instead of Mr. Westfield because you interfere with their relationship, Lauren spent a lump-sum amount of 34.5 million on buying herbs, different kinds of salts, oils, and expensive equipment important for the massage and other physical therapies given to Mr. Westfield, and as the f*e paid for learning all those techniques.” Lauren paused and took a deep breath before resuming putting everything that I did in the past three years in front of Celia.

"Ghost! There's a ghost!" Lauren hobbled into the room in her bridesmaid dress, limping in crooked circles. She was nothing but skin stretched over bones, her eyes bulging like brass bells, her hair fallen out until she looked half-bald. Her clothes hung off her like old rags. At this point, she looked more terrifying than a mummy. Weakly, she reached a skeletal hand toward Zach. "Zach… Zach, I'm here."

I reply with a reassuring smile. As I release her hand, my gaze sweeps across the room before returning to focus on her. Linda's smiling face beamed with joy as she approached me, and our eyes locked in a profound connection. "I've noticed over the years that you've decided to step into my shoes, and it seems you're accomplishing even more than I would have. Now, share with me your plan to remove Sierra from the equation, considering she's a Luna and under constant protection."

Offering a military salute by crossing their hands over their chest they stood facing her. Jelena Savage was not as old as one would expect from the leader of an entire race. She was only 17, even younger than Axel by a whole two years! Her hair was braided just above both her ears, her eyes watched coldly like a hawk and inside them, one could sense ruthlessness emanating from her whole being. Her voice was a bat match for her personality, she sounded nothing like who she was. This was a strong woman, who ruled with fear and an iron fist.

she said, smiling at me. "I can't believe it; how did you get a reservation there without using influence?" I asked her, surprised at her audacity. "It just so happens that I met one of the owners. His name is Trevor, and he is a werewolf, he invited me to his VIP party today, so it's going to be quite an event." "I don't care who he is; as long as I escape and have fun, I need some vodka and dance, dance a lot tonight. I'm free, and I'll forget who I am."

He says eventually, noises behind him reveal the blonde girl that Flame was arguing with earlier. “Oh please be Darius’ friend.” She grins, pushing the boy out of the way and extending her hand. “I’m Gale. Gale Winters.” “Cain Harden.” I shake her hand quickly before dropping it and turning to the boy again, attempting to be pleasant when I just want him to get the fuck out of my way. “Darius told me we were going Tree Surfing.”

“Layla?” The woman stood from her seat fast. She ran up to me, and looked me over. “Lucifer! It’s Layla! The woman jumped up and down, her breast bouncing so hard, they looked like they were going to come out of the fabric. She hugged me tightly, making me feel like I was in between closing walls. “I... can’t… breath…” I got out a few words before she squeezed all the air out of my lungs. “Breath?” The lady asked, like it was a weird statement. She looked at Jamira.