Lauren Fleshman Novels & Stories

I wonder where she is. "Hi! You are Amari Fleur. I assumed it was you since you are different from everyone else. I mean, you are different in a good way. You are new to my eye. Stop and look wonderful in person." Lauren said, which made me smile. She was now in front of me, which allowed me to see more of her beautiful face, especially her dimples, which added to her stunning assets. "Yes, it is me, I am Amari Fleur Guevarra." I introduced myself as I extended my hand. And Lauren accepted it with a smile.

She wore large rectangular glasses that covered her eyes as well as framed a delicate face. "Hi," I said as she stopped beside me. "It's a pleasure to meet you, I'm Lauren Shayla Gray, an art director and current artist in New York City." My mouth fell open a little bit as I heard the title, not quite believing what I had just heard. Lauren smiled and tilted her head slightly. "What?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. I shook myself out of my thoughts, "Oh, no. It's just that... I haven't met anyone like that here."

That's when I saw a girl — a girl walking towards me, with a confident stride, her long brown hair billowing behind her. "You must be the newbie they're shitting their pants about, huh?" But it wasn't just her physical presence that made her so intimidating — it was also her aura. It seemed to fill the room with a sense of mystery and darkness, and I had the feeling that there was much more to her than met the eye. Before I could even ask who she was, she extended her arm, oddly offering a shake with me. "I'm Serene Lanthe. Welcome to the Stonemasker's Hall, then..." Her eyes were a mix of steely determination and mischievousness, her knowing smirk suggesting that she was ready to take on a

"Mm… Landon… What's wrong? Who made you upset?" Frozen in shock, everyone turned to the stairs and found Lauren standing there. Wearing a crumpled white camisole dress and hugging a bear that Alyssa bought for her, she groggily rubbed her eyes, looking innocent. While she was speaking, one of the straps slid off her shoulder, offering a glimpse of her fair complexion. She was very close to exposing herself. Her neck and collarbone area were filled with hickeys, evidence of the passionate night she had spent with Landon.

Caitlyn was saying, but the woman had hung up before Caitlyn attempted to exchange pleasantries. She sighed as she brought the phone down from beside her ears. "Do these people not care about other people's health? Are they forbidden from exchanging pleasantries?" She chuckled. She dropped her phone and picked up one of the dresses. She was going to select one to wear to the party. The first one she picked was a green dress. Its length went past her toes. It had a slit that began from her hips and had a very tiny sleeve. Her collarbones were beautifully on display when she wore the dress at Shirley's store.

" It's for them to have fun I guess, let's find Ammie and leave this place" " Yes please, I'm going to pass out anytime soon" she answered as I scanned the crowd for Miriam. A slim woman in tight black high-waisted leather pants and a blue long sleeved crop top caught my attention. She was at the top of a table dancing and throwing her scarf around. She was swaying her hips back and forth and flipping her hair all around the place. " Raihannah is that Ammie?" I asked as I pointed towards the girl that was dancing. I really couldn't believe my eyes. " pretty much, yeah" She answered and I sighed deeply. Guys and some other ladies were standing by the table and cheering Ammie up.

I turn my attention to the person, she wore her signature grey hoodie and a washed out blue jeans pants, rips in the knees and sandals, this woman. "Clair, always a pleasure, you look well rested" I say with a nod, looking her over. She casts her brown eyes at me and smiles, the smile I always hated, she just smiles and gets her way with everything. She just goes around with those big brown eyes of hers, smiling and stealing lives. "Camorra, I'm suppose to look miserable after just a few hours of traveling inside my own jet, thanks for the heads up" she replies with a sly smile. "Anyway, we have work to do" she says taking her phone out.

So I've lived my life since Lucas death paying less attention to what people think of me and more of making myself better and richer and untouchable and that isn't going to stop, ever. I wrap myself up with the thick white towel and once dried, I get myself ready and pick out a black high waist skirt and a blue, silk, short sleeve top and I put on my six-inch black heel which I picked out of my closet. I applied my make-up and I decided to tie my hair into a neat ponytail before leaving the room. I run into Lauren my housekeeper holding a basket of clothes on my way down the stairs and I smiled warmly at her. Lauren is a middle-aged, black woman with brown-grey hair and adorable brown eyes a

Seeing the shock in her eyes, I slowly got up. Only then did I see that the person surrounded by mist was none other than Megan from the video at the charity dinner. Only her face was scarred. "Scared?" Lauren came to my ear at some point and murmured softly. I laughed. "Are you going to turn me into that as well?" After saying that, Lauren looked at me almost obsessively and said, "Of course not, this face of yours, although annoying, is really beautiful. So, I want the skin on your face..."

But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers 4) Emily Warner 5) Danika Williams Danika Williams Everyone in the room stared at me as I smashed the third glass on the ground in anger. I hadn’t had proper food for 2 days. My mom, who was a former Miss Universe, controlled my life since I was a child. Nine years ago, when I was only 18 years old, she wanted me to be Miss Universe too but I was the runner up, which angered my mom, so much so that she didn’t let me eat for 5 days as a punishment.