Lauren Rutherford Novels & Stories

The hallway spun, the tower’s glass walls mocking her, Orchid Enterprises slipping away, Tom’s legacy a fading light. Priya’s voice cut through, urgent and warm. “Lauren!” She rushed forward, her arms wrapping around Lauren, her eyes red from tears. “Oh, honey, I saw you leave the boardroom—what happened?” Her hug was fierce, her voice trembling as she pulled Lauren close, her hands stroking her hair. “You’re not alone, okay? None of this is your fault.”

she asked sweetly. Ethan nodded, dazed. “Same time. Lauren’s got book club.” Chloe smiled, satisfied. “Good. I’ll bring the toy you like.” Lauren slipped back down the hallway before they noticed her. She made it to the guest bathroom, locked the door, and sank to the floor—back against the tub, knees drawn up. Her heart pounded. Rage. Hurt. And beneath it all—burning, shameful arousal. She should confront him. Divorce him. Fire the babysitter.

Years later Music on* More Than That - Lauren Jauregui Doctor Lauren Jauregui acquired respect and wove an impeccable reputation in the years assigned as a professor at Yale, even if her personal life still hovered around the new classes each semester, yet when they were in her class, silence and respect prevailed in every second.

She proceeded “ alphas never marry omegas. You will never find someone like Aiden in your lifetime. With your shabby healing attempts, only rogues can be your portion now.” Though her voice was low and soft, it dripped with disgust. In an instant, the room felt cold and filled with the same kind of condescension I felt around Aiden’s family. “ Have you considered the fact that maybe you are wrong?” Cole asked flatly. “ Rue has a one in a million gift in healing. And she has studied under Blood Claw’s shaman. You are mocking whom you don’t understand.” “Blood Claw’s shaman?” Lauren laughed “ Please. You expect me to believe she was under the tutelage of Blood Claw’s shaman? Maybe as his maid.

We immediately said yes. Lauren moved in this evening, unpacked her stuff and a few minutes ago, came in to say goodnight. My wife, Cindy, and I were sitting on the couch watching TV, when Lauren walked in wearing only a spaghetti-strap, v-neck pajama top and bikini panties. Lauren, who just turned 21, has long blonde hair and the most beautiful, clear, blue eyes I have ever seen. They are like pools of liquid that you could get lost in if you're not careful. I imagine a lot of the guys in her classes would love to get lost in her eyes or any other part of her killer body. "I really want to thank you both for letting me stay here." She said, standing next to the couch. Her pert nipples are p

But he still wouldn’t look at me. Lauren, sensing the tension but clearly trying to smooth things over, let out a nervous little laugh. "Anyway, I guess things have changed a lot in Kingford, huh?" She started rambling—something about working abroad, moving around a lot, and now being based in Barcelona. "I’m engaged now, too," she added brightly, holding up her hand to show off the ring, as if that might somehow make this whole thing less awkward. "Good for you," I said flatly, arms crossed.

— Luciana knew that they were talking about the little girl. —Well, that makes me very happy, I think you already know most of them, so before starting the meeting, I'm going to introduce you to my beautiful daughter, the person in charge of the company, Luciana Brown, honey, this is Santiago O 'Brien — Santiago smiled as he finally knew who the beautiful woman was and extended his hand.

It had to be adulterated with lies as well. “But you never used to act like that!” I told him plainly. “I have observed you for some time and I have noticed that you are passionate about what you do. If you aren’t patriotic like you have claimed to be, you won’t act like that! I have watched you do your work a lot of times.” “I loved the fact that you claimed that it is my occupation. I would do the same for the enemy’s soldiers…” Lauren replied. “I am a doctor and my work is to save lives. If you see me act passionately, that’s how I am. I do the same for everyone!”

If it would work, heck, maybe the guilt gnawing at his stomach would finally free him. "I need to be there. With them." Lauren was standing beside Katherine's bed in a wolf-like crouch. Her eyes were glowing amber and her fangs were digging painfully into her lower lip. The noise of battle was coming from the north wall of the cell, and although Lauren was facing her, Katherine could see that her body was leaning towards the wall; obviously she wanted to be on the other side of the wall, fighting with her comrades.

Hadn't she been busy socializing with Carter, Peter, and the others then? "Allergies aren't easy to fix, are they?" a woman asked. Lauren nodded. "Yeah, they're tough to treat. You've got to catch them early on." She abruptly turned to Rhea and asked, "Don't you agree, Ms. Ravelle?" Another woman said, "Ms. Ravelle's not married, and she hasn't had children yet. How would she know that?" Lauren laughed. "My bad. I forgot." "Did you?" Rhea took a sip of her wine. "I'll come clean. I do actually have six years of experience in raising children. I might have a few thoughts on the subject."