Powerless Lauren Roberts Age Rating Novels & Stories

She walked into the living room to find Larry practicing his slapshot using a foam puck and a small net he’d set up. “Are you serious right now?” she asked, arms crossed. Larry turned, stick in hand. “What? I gotta stay sharp.” “You’re going to break something,” Lauren said, gesturing to the lamps and picture frames lining the walls. “It’s a foam puck, Grinch. Relax,” Larry said, lining up another shot. Lauren moved to stand in front of the net. “Nope. Not happening.” Larry grinned. “You gonna block my shot?” “Try me,” Lauren said, her chin tilted up defiantly.

"You've convinced him? How? I know your father, Lauren. He must've asked you to do something for him in return and I don't like it. I bet he made you work for him, and that's not fair. You should only focus on your college and..." "Daddy didn't made me work for him. Come on, mom," cried Lauren impatiently. Her mother looked at her suspiciously and exclaimed: "I'm pretty sure he asked you to do something for him in return. What was that, Lauren? Spit it out at once!" "Well, actually he did mom. It was not a big deal though. Call off the investigation, okay? It is my business. I'm nineteen years old and I can take care of myself." "You'll tell me everything now," urged her mother. "If it's no

“If it wasn’t so late, we’d make that happen tonight.” The others nodded in agreement. Feeling bold after the long day of being pounded, Lauren decided to give them a show. She wanted to be their slut again, to feel used and desired. “Excuse me for a second,” she said playfully. She set the phone down, quickly pulled off her plain white top and panties, then picked the phone back up, now completely naked. Her full, heavy breasts filled the screen as she held it in front of her chest. The men’s eyes widened in pleasant surprise.

“Now, I want to go home and help those less fortunate then myself. I know that sounds silly, but it is my dream.” Arabella listened to Lauren and smiled at her to keep her talking. It seemed to help Lauren keep her mind off the present by talking about the past. Arabella studied the girl as she talked. Lauren had dark brown hair that flowed down past her shoulders. Right now, she had it in a high ponytail. Her brown eyes had glints of gold that in certain lights would glow out people. She could not be more than five foot four or five. Lauren must look like a child compared to Lucas’s six foot one build. Her boy had chosen well.

I feel sorry for her and I can’t even imagine what she is going through. “How old is she again?” Xavier asks. “Why, you gonna trade me in for a younger model?” Eryn asks. “Nope, I was just curious. Besides, you are not that old. You are only 27, it’s not like you’re 60.” Xavier adds. “Laura told me that she just turned 19. Apparently, she is a gifted artist.” Kristian says. “Good, she can make your cast pretty.” Brett states.

I forced a smile. “Something like that.” “You'll probably have to wait. Miss Olivia just left his office not too long ago.” My grip tightened around the file. Of course she did. The woman didn't notice the shift in my expression. “Honestly, I don't know how Mr. Laurent manages it. The amount of beautiful women constantly coming in and out of this floor should be illegal.” A strange numbness settled inside my chest. At that moment, I wasn't even his wife, just another woman outside his office.

Lauren's cheeks turned pink as she trailed off, her sudden shyness making her look just as flustered as Francesca. Francesca stared at her, completely dumbfounded. "Lauren, we're both adults. We're the same age! What do you mean you 'can't'? It's not like you have a medical condition." Lauren rolled up her sleeve, revealing a delicate, pale wrist with a striking red mark. With a sigh, she said, "See this? My mom had it applied by a spiritual practitioner. The moment I lose my virginity, it'll vanish, and she'll know."

I tried not to apply too much makeup, going for a more natural look, but I did put on some lipstick to give me that healthy glow. “Thank you, pony. Poppy picked it out for me.” “Of course she did. If it were up to you, you’d be wearing jeans and that horrendous pair of caramel boots of yours.” Lauren grimaces, tossing her hair over her shoulder. I flip her off, narrowing my eyes at her. “Watch it, or I’ll give you a new hairstyle and a new design for your dress,” I threaten, hearing her laugh at my stupid attempt to intimidate her. Truth be told, Lauren has always been way stronger than me, and after she became a firefighter and had some training, I was officially lowered to the spot of the

She suddenly snorted. "She looks exactly like that despicable woman. A face that can attract many people." Lauren laughed. "James, you were so fond of Rosa before. I never thought your son would fall for Rosa's daughter. I thought he married her just for the sake of the corporation now it seems he genuinely loves her..." Lauren's expression became sinister. She had despised them for nearly thirty years, grinding her teeth and lying awake all night. "That despicable woman defeated me for more than twenty years. I thought Starlight Entertainment would fall, but her daughter managed to revive Starlight Entertainment in just six months!

But right now, with the city lights shining through the glass windows, I didn't give a shit about the money. I only cared about the woman who was currently sneaking down the corridor to see me. The door clicked open. Lauren stepped into the room, closing it softly behind her. She was wearing a simple, oversized black shirt and loose pants, her dark hair tangled around her shoulders. She looked exhausted, her sharp eyes scanning the room before they finally landed on me. "Julian," she whispered, her voice rough. "You shouldn't have called me here. If Serena wakes up–"