Lauren London Young Novels & Stories

"These kids are geniuses but they're still kids. When their little brains take a break they revert back to being children and they'll do what children do; to a point. Now Catalina thinks that these people are the reason her sister can't get what she wants, so she's going to try to get this shit done fast because that's how she thinks, that's part of her genetic makeup, no patience." He looked at Mr. Lyon with a smirk when he said this. "Now, what do you think she's going to do? She's not just going to sit back and play on the computer, which is not her thing by the way, she's a biochemist, Lily Flanagan is a genealogical historian and Nia Chan is a computer scientist." "The three of them cam

But that wasn’t her usual size or color. I spun just in time to see her disappear into the trees, the sound of snapping branches and rustling leaves fading fast. Silence fell over the clearing. I turned to Liam, breathing hard. “You weren’t going to tell me this? Running around with my Luna and you—you have no idea what this will do! She’s a Lyan! What wer you thinking!?” Liam’s expression turned grim instantly, “A Lyan… what? No, Lauren’s some low born…she…” He shook his head. “God, okay, that—that doesn’t matter now!”

Even though we were the same age, Lauren looked at least ten years younger than me. I tuned into one of her videos, where she was holding a bottle of expensive skin toner, smiling as she said, "As women, we should take better care of ourselves!"

– Lauren smiled, obviously satisfied with the compliment – And, tell me, Suzan, how is your career? - Better impossible. – she smiled, throwing her hair over her shoulder and almost hitting Missy's face in the process – In a few months I'm going to participate in the Paris Fashion Week show. Honestly, I was thinking of taking a vacation after such a busy year, but Mr. Knight insisted so much that he only wanted me for the job… – she smiled maliciously, while shrugging – That I couldn't refuse.

"it's been five minutes peter, what are you still doing in there honey?" called the average lady about thirty years knocking on the men's restroom door. On her right stood a young girl about the age of nine. Brunette long ponytail, dark green eyes and thin lips. The woman groomed in a short purple dress, a long black coat and black heels. Curly blonde hair that went down her shoulders, light blue eyes and goldilocks lips. on her left held a small purple hand bag and smart cellphone.

Lauren comes down from the last step and twirls around in front of the kids. “How do I look?” she says with a big smile. She had a black sequin backless gown with a plunge neckline. Her hair was done in a sort of complicated updo with some loose tendrils, making her look sexy and classy at the same time. Her make up wasn’t over the top. Simple in a way that drew attention to her hazel eyes. “Like a queen” Krystal answers. Lauren just laughs before bypassing the kids and coming to me. She gives me a shy smile.

In the front foyer, there was a single light lamp that flickered on and off repeatedly. Glancing over my shoulder as the passenger door opened, Lauren joined my presence. She was dressed in brown leather jeans that was complete with a cotton blue lacy T-shirt. Her black heels that were crunching the gravel beneath her, only added five inches to her already ridiculous height. At five feet nine inches, she didn’t much more work. She was also wearing one of her favorite brown leather jackets. “So, you might wanna check this out,” she said as she leaned up against the side of the door, taking a drag of her vape and passing it to me while at the same time, showing me her phone.

She was a psycho. Lauren's mind buzzed loudly, and cold sweat soaked through her pure white cotton dress. At that moment, the piano music on stage began to play. The melodious notes flowed into her ears. But for her, they were like painful melodies, only intensifying her stress. "Lauren, you've always wanted to be Landon's wife—to be Mrs. Harper. But do you think you're qualified? You know your illness best. Do you think you can give birth to a child with normal intelligence for Landon?"

“He's too kind to care about that. – The historian made her softening comment that made Karila shrug. Lauren took her own shoulders and placed it on the chair that sat at her reading table and walked towards the princess, draped her from behind, caressing her shoulders, over the shoulder pads of diamonds that cascaded over her skin. Karila closed her eyes for a few seconds enjoying the slow caress and her body, feeling her nerve endings relax, her body turned towards the historian who smiled when she received her attentive gaze. — I wanted to tell you something and I ended up forgetting, did you know that I'm going to be a professor at Yale? – Lauren whispered proudly, feeling extremely happ

“She forgot this at my place. Lauren’s diary.” Ethan glanced at it. “And?” “Read it if you want. You’ll notice something—Lauren only moves toward her true goals when you’re out of the picture. Remember those three years you pretended to be dead? She built her fashion house from nothing. When she lost her child and left you again, she started her tech project. She’s been researching tech her whole life, but no one believed in her. Not even you. That’s why you were blindsided when you discovered what she was building—you thought she knew less than Amy Grant.”