Lauren London Young Novels & Stories

"Grayfield bloodline. Five years managing Senator Walker's personal schedule." The woman directly ahead of me rose. Tall, blonde, with the kind of bone structure that came from centuries of careful breeding. Her smile told the room the job was already hers. "Vivienne Laurent. Royal Academy, class of twenty-two." She paused, letting the name settle over the room. "I believe I'm one of your boss's former classmates." My breath caught. Royal Academy. I'd known someone who went there once, in another life. I pushed the thought down. Not here.

Catching Liora's gaze, one of them suddenly said, "Miss, we haven't seen you before. Who is your husband or father?" Lauren's father had passed away, and she was unmarried. There was no way for her to answer. Liora asked Rhea, "Rhea, do you know her?" Rhea's cold gaze cut across Lauren. "I do. She's Lauren Thayer, the eldest daughter of the Thayer family in Colburn." "The bankrupt Thayer family?" The woman who spoke earlier was surprised. "A distant relative of mine in Colburn mentioned it. After the Thayers went bankrupt, the husband and wife passed away, and the only daughter supposedly had kids out of wedlock and then disappeared. Could that… be you?"

Let's go" He ordered and I stood up. "When we come face to face with people, I expect you to compose yourself. Your name is Lauren Dennis, you're a software engineer from a prestigious yet unknown family and you schooled in Hamilton University. You lived a sheltered life. Your hobbies are reading, writing and violin practice. Are we clear?

Thirty minutes later, I step into the quiet, dimly lit office of the only man I trust to dig up the truth without asking unnecessary questions. Daniel Harrison looks up from behind his desk when I enter. He’s in his late forties, calm, methodical, and annoyingly observant. “Mr. Andre,” he greets evenly. “I wasn’t expecting you tonight.” “I found her.” That gets his full attention. He leans back slightly. “Lauren?” “Yes.” One word. Tight. Controlled. “Where?” “Auckland.” His brows lift subtly, but he doesn’t comment. “She’s pregnant,” I add.

I am 100% devoted to her and falling in love with her just from her looks, scent, and name. I listen as Lauren looks her up online and begins to tell him random facts. She’s an only child to Walter Sinclair and has a stepmom named Lilith. Her father was an actor and she’s been dabbling in the acting scene as well, she goes to a lot of charity organizations, but seems to have a really big soft spot for autism awareness. There’s a lot of articles of the media speculating on who the father of her child could be, but no one seemed to know for certain.

Lauren packs his stuff, he is going on a business trip, and Mandy hasn't crossed his part for days, not seeing each other will give them peace, the man heads out, and she watches him as he drives off, picking Larry and Lisa, the little girl is doing her first modeling ambassador for a skin care products, actually Larry and Lauren run an entertainment company. The company is part of their family business, Lauren is the CEO of La La Entertainment, and Lisa is having a photoshoot for the product as a model. It takes a longer time for it to end, it's late, and heavy snow is falling making the government stop every movement, they have no choice but to go to Mandy's parents' building, since it's

And she felt a deep flush of pleasure that Jake Hanson, who really was good-looking (unlike Miranda’s Tad, and he was older to boot, and that was quite a catty thought, Lauren), thought enough of her, or the memory of her, that he would pursue her. Even a fox is chased by dogs, she thought, but then her natural sense asserted itself. “But . . . why me?” She gestured at him, up and down, and then at herself. “You’re so much older than I am.” “Not as old as you think,” he said. “I only just turned eighteen three weeks ago. And you’re fifteen, right?” “Not until November,” she said automatically, then felt her cheeks heat. Why had she said that? Why had she pointed out that she was even younger

he said, his voice cold and steady. "My name is Lauren Young, and I want to work for you because I am passionate about housekeeping and making a home look beautiful," Lauren answered, trying to keep her voice from shaking. She had always seen herself as organized and efficient, but the state of her own home told a different story. How could she be considered a good candidate for a maid position when her own house was in such disarray? Maybe she wasn't cut out for this line of work after all. Damien looked at her for a moment, then nodded, "Tell me about your background," he prompted.

"The contents of this invite proves my very right to enter the Lycan's kingdom where the contract renewal is bound to be held." "The contract renewal will go as planned even without the Queen Luna's presence." Quinn narrowed his eyes as though warning me to back off. "That's just another way of discriminating me from all this, my lord." I know he'll bite back from this. "Leaxandra, darling, you are Lumina's Luna. No form of discrimination shall be thrown your way." He came closer to cup my chin up and force me to look him straight in the eye. "But your inclusion from this trip is a risk I cannot take."

Briefly, my eyes are over-burdened from all the extravagance around me, however, at that point, they gradually change. Dim, rich sofas lay next to a thundering chimney, a wonderful arrangement of steps aside. The fundamental room is enormous, highlighted by a tiny lake loaded up with koi. A dazzling crystal fixture hangs above me, precious stones projecting light along the roof. Lauren simply strolls past everything as though it isn't anything, firing up the steps with the snap of her heels. Indeed, even with her four-inch heels, she is around five inches more limited, and I'm wearing shoes. Notwithstanding, she appears to wear a style, a poise I feel that I might need. This a rich young lad