Lauren Fleshman Novels & Stories

There were three muscular men and a familiar looking woman in a pair of black boot heels wearing a white long sleeve blouse and black pants with her black long straight hair held in a neat ponytail; the asthmatic lady she had helped. "It's about time you woke up Liliana Andrea Cabrera," Lauren said and threw the bucket aside. "Wh-Who are y-you?" she stuttered, shivering. "Before I explain anything to you, I'd love to have some fun," Lauren said with a giggle. "Hang her. I'll be right back," she commanded the men and left. "Who on Earth is she?" one of the men, Daniel asked.

I whispered, my voice low but sharp as a blade. She pushed against me, desperate to break free. Every movement only made me hold tighter, the fire in her fueling something wild inside me. Lauren wasn’t like the others. She wasn’t Allison Vance, the polished model whose only concerns were runways and socialite parties. She wasn’t Rebekah Stuart, the actress who clung to me for the headlines, desperate to stay relevant. She wasn’t Herlene Winscoim, the heiress who thought her money made her untouchable.

Don’t put all of your eggs in one basket and all that. Brilliant flame red hair catches my eye and I know who it is before I turn. Char leans against the counter, she straightened her hair today and it falls over her breasts. Large hoop ears and a diamond hang from her ears. She’s wearing a red skirt to match her hair and shiny black heels. Char is my manager, well, she’s the only manager at Ocean Side. She can’t be older than twenty-five, but she runs a tight ship and leaves no room for error. She leans in close so I can hear her over the music.

Luis said to her and led her to his room. Luis turned on his laptop and quickly went into his email. He opened the mail. Sheila Williams, 25 years, caucasian, North Africa, Western Sahara. Luis went through all the other details of the lady. His eyes widened "This can't be," Luis said and Lily looked at him questioningly. "She's been dead for 10 years now. We need to speak with Nora?" he said. "Why?" Lily asked "She is related to Nora," Luis said and Lily gasped.

she answered whilst taking a pair of panties out her drawer and putting them in her bag. "Lia, yes or no to this top?" Elena asked. "Yes. You bought me it didn't you?" Lia answered. "Just testing," Elena said with a smirk. "Pomegranate and honey body wash or vanilla and raspberry?" Bella said from the bathroom. "Vanilla and raspberry please!" Lia called back. "And what about shampoo? L’Oréal or Pantene?" Lisa asked. "The L’Oréal one is empty!" Lia said. "Okay." "I found it!" Allison said, pulling something out from down the side of Lia's bed.

But right now, with the city lights shining through the glass windows, I didn't give a shit about the money. I only cared about the woman who was currently sneaking down the corridor to see me. The door clicked open. Lauren stepped into the room, closing it softly behind her. She was wearing a simple, oversized black shirt and loose pants, her dark hair tangled around her shoulders. She looked exhausted, her sharp eyes scanning the room before they finally landed on me. "Julian," she whispered, her voice rough. "You shouldn't have called me here. If Serena wakes up–"

Slowly, she twisted one hand again carefully, forcing herself to ignore the sharp pain around her skin as the fibers cut deeper. Lauren paced before her like someone losing control mentally, her movements jerky and unpredictable. The knife in her hand shook faintly, reflecting the dim light. "You think you've won because you're CEO now?" Lauren snapped again, her voice rising to a near shriek. "You think people love you? They're all pretending! Every single one of them!" Spittle escaped slightly from her lips as she yelled, her face contorted. Tessa stared at her quietly for a second before speaking again, her voice steady.

And just when I was about to look around us, I saw her. Lauren descended the grand staircase on the far side of the ballroom like a ghost in a blood-red gown. For one brief second, before she lifted her mask into place, I caught a clear glimpse of her face—pale, eyes hollow with something unhinged, lips pressed into a thin line. “I need to use the restroom,” I whispered to Reese, squeezing his hand once. He frowned behind his mask. “Now?” “I’ll be quick.” I kissed his cheek quickly. “Save me a dance, babe.”

Kathy and the others stared at Lauren while Lance gave a smug look. This woman wasn't joking. She was much more callous than he had thought. Why did he like it? Esther was stunned as she gaped at Lauren who had a smirk on her face. "Lauren Clawson, come up to the podium" "Janet, hold my bag" "Yes ma'am" She held her bag as Sapphire made her way to the front.

Lauren walked through the crowd like a shadow in her dark leather outfit. She had a gorgeous figure under those clothes. With the music and dancing women on stage, the entire scene livened up again. However, Onyx’s men were suffering. Each one of them went flying, and they were coughing up blood. It was a ghastly sight. Onyx was dumbstruck. How could such a beautiful woman be so brutal? Lauren was not Kiran. Only Kiran could fight his men. Who was she to fight them? Enough was enough.