Lauren Shoemaker Novels & Stories

I whispered, my voice low but sharp as a blade. She pushed against me, desperate to break free. Every movement only made me hold tighter, the fire in her fueling something wild inside me. Lauren wasn’t like the others. She wasn’t Allison Vance, the polished model whose only concerns were runways and socialite parties. She wasn’t Rebekah Stuart, the actress who clung to me for the headlines, desperate to stay relevant. She wasn’t Herlene Winscoim, the heiress who thought her money made her untouchable.

Her gaze darted between me and the newcomers. "Alpha," Eve said, bowing slightly to Ryker, before turning to the woman beside him. "Lauren, it is a pleasure to see you again." Lauren was dressed to the nines—skin-tight pants, a corset-like top, and a jacket thrown over her shoulders. Her hair was slicked back into a high ponytail, and her lips were painted a bold, striking shade of red. She wore knee-high leather boots, adding an edgy, almost intimidating flair to her ensemble. She was the picture of confidence, and when she met my eyes, a faint smirk tugged at the corner of her lips.

She proceeded to the master bedroom, arranged her side of the bed; clearly making a demarcation between herself and Stanley's space before going to the bathroom to brush her teeth. Lauren's eyes were heavy with tears and as she brushed her teeth, Series of thoughts were going on in her head of what had happened between or has been happening behind her back between Stanley and Shelly Smith. Even before Stanley confessed his feelings to Wrenny, she has always been intimidated by and perhaps a little jealous of the person called Shelly Smith. Shelly was what they call BEAUTY with BRAINS. She had it all and men were always running after her. Unfortunately, those men included Stanley.

She said still looking at her like she found a gem. Lauren cannot believe what she heard and smiled at the woman before introducing her name and letting her know that she will contact her. The woman scheduled a date for the model shoot and she agrees instantly because of how happy she is with the offer. She always wants to be a model and to walk in a fashion show, that is the reason why she joined cheerleading because she can model in front of the crowd whenever they are performing. “ What was that?” Ethan asked looking at her smiling from ear to ear like she just received very good news. Lauren then starts to tell everything to her boyfriend which makes Ethan worried but proud of her.

I state after a moment, and Stan nods. "To her, she is a human female. She is divorced...in her early twenties, and pregnant. She feels alone and scared. She hates large groups of people, but she seems confident in small groups. Sh...," Stan says before Lauren's voice cuts him off. "She is a cougar shifter! She isn't a wolf like her dad, Kyle. She must take after her mom, Kristy," Lauren squeals as her mate David tries to cover her sensitive bits from our eyes.

Brian's grinning at me, watching my every move. I keep smiling as I slowly unbutton my jeans, kicking my shoes off. Still, I don't break contact as I push my jeans down my straight legs, stepping out of them. Leaving me in my black thong. I realize that every boy is now looking at me, but I keep my eyes fixated on Brian, whose now standing cross-armed, a smirk plastered on his face.

"President Lauren of La La Entertainment is currently engaged to the princess of the Cooper family, Amelia Cooper." "Fuck! Who is giving those rubbish information out? I need you to find the fellow who released those bunch of nonsense and take them out of the internet." "I am working on it, though they are using a good hacker, by tomorrow I should be able to take it off." "Good! I have one more thing to ask for." "What is it?" "I need you to help me look for who is behind it, I have two suspects, Sharon and Leah, so I need that information as well."

And Lauren was good-looking. "What's she like?" Wyatt asked finally. "The actress. Lauren." Nate pulled up the file, the one with Lauren's headshot and bio. "Twenty-five years old. Tall—about five-ten. Leggy. Long dark hair, whiskey-colored eyes. She's gorgeous, Wyatt. The kind of gorgeous that probably makes men like this Liam think he owns her."

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Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.