Lauren Shoemaker Novels & Stories

"Is there a reason you kicked Luna out of Alpha's office earlier?" Laura's smile faltered for a moment before she quickly composed herself. "Oh, it was just a misunderstanding. I didn't realize Brax had asked Luna to wait for him, and never having met you before, I just thought you were some random person. I apologize if I came off as rude," she said, trying to sound sincere. I could see through her cover-up story, but I decided not to escalate the issue further, offering her a weak smile. Brax's eyes flicked between us, trying to read the situation. "It's Alpha to you, Laura. Luna is welcome in my office anytime, and if I hear of you being rude to her again, you will be punished," he said,

As soon as she finished speaking, she didn't even bother to take a last look at the expression on Winona's face and just got into her car. On the other hand, before Lauren left, she also regarded Winona with a meaningful look. With a mocking smile, she said sarcastically, "It's not an easy task to help you debut alongside the others. Heath, you need to teach her the ropes. Otherwise, she might embarrass the whole group after their debut." It went without saying whom she was talking about. Lauren was a producer working for one of the entertainment agencies under Lark Group. Someone had told her that Chelsea and Liesel were very close friends, which was why Lauren had intentionally pulled some

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 explains. I honestly didn’t give the camera a second thought after I realized that I forgot it at the barn. I was worried about getting Gabe to the packhouse and then I was busy trying to take care of him while he recuperated. “I also hear that you helped my little girl too.” She beamed at me. Then she grabbed my hand to examine my palm. How did she know? “It’s alright Hannah, you can trust Christine”, Gabe tells me seeing that I am anxious about this conversation. Christine goes on to explain that she works as a researcher for a nonprofit that was established by a coalition of packs in the area.

I faced the crowd with a smile on my face as they applauded me. I was given a microphone to deliver a speech and I took a deep breath before starting to talk. “Good evening, everyone... I’m Rayne Mae Carson. Never have I ever imagined in my entire life that I would be in this position that I’m in right now and for it, I’m grateful. I hope that I would be able to meet your expectations. I will do whatever it takes me to serve the people of this empire and I hope that I would not let anybody down. I will serve and protect this empire along with our great Emperor, Adrian Harlow. This place has always been and will always be my home and I will happily do anything to keep it safe. Thank you for a

She moved to the table that her and Brittany had brought outside that had Kait's laptop on the table, where she pressed a key, and instantly we all saw it, but Kait and Ali had to maneuver to it. She walked closer showing her the image of an infra-red sensor, that also tracked body heat. I was genuinely surprised, I knew Lauren had the smarts to design things that were wearing, yet this was next level shit. I don't even think Elizabeth would see this move coming. Lauren was outfoxing the very fox who had been consistently one step ahead the entire time. "One more thing." She said, going to the table again, and grabbed a few of those earbuds that we all typically used to listen to music with,

María commented as she gently stroked her back. Arabella watched them in silence, her gaze sweeping over her stepsister. Lauren was wearing paint-stained overalls and her hair was tied up in a messy bun. She was frozen for an instant. She hadn't known that Lauren was also an artist, and a tightness settled in her chest. Lauren noticed her, and without trying to hide it, rolled her eyes in annoyance. She frowned for a second, but regained her composure and looked directly at her. "What is this woman doing here?" she asked with venom in her voice.

For a moment, I wondered if maybe I was letting my fear control me. She stayed with me for a while, talking about kids she knew who had strange genetic conditions, how some traits skipped generations, how some weren’t clearly from either parent. She spoke gently, like she was afraid I would break if she pushed too hard. I wanted to believe her words so badly. I really did. But deep inside me, that unsettling feeling refused to leave, sitting heavy in my chest like a warning. “Lauren, I’m sorry I have to leave now,” Tamara said eventually, checking her phone. “Luke secured a job for me with the Shein modeling agency, and I’m meeting the boss tonight.”

“Um, yeah. It’s my favorite coffee shop.” “Really? Well, I guess I’ll be seeing more of you.” She turns to me. “Hello. You must be Willow.” Huh. How does she know who I am? “I can see you’re back in school.” She adds. “I have heard so much about you from the other girls at the house. I know you’re cheer captain and you’re dating Aiden Cross.” Her smile widens. “You’re like campus royalty, the two of you. I’m Lauren by the way.”