Powerless Lauren Roberts 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.

- she threatened coldly. I smiled, taking a few shots of the scene with my phone - capturing the assistant bruised face and Irina's cruel gaze. Shaking my head, I clicked my tongue with false pity - Didn't Irina know that bullying employees on set would be an abuse of power in the sight of the public. Or is it that she no longer fancied her social image. Guess being Jason's most beloved woman has done her no good after so many years, asides giving her a gilded sense of self entitlement.

It's such a waste." Lauren said as she shrugged her shoulder.. "What do you want?" Daphne looked at her crazy friend.. "Guess." Lauren didn't sit properly like the leader, no matter how comfortable the chair was. Daphne, who was at the side, was sweating profusely. Although Lauren did not look like a human being, the people below did not dare to underestimate her... This was the reason why Dominic's deterrence level was so high even when he was far away from the company..

jAMIRA kneeled beside me, without touching me, and spoke softly. “You are the princess to the underworld. This is the power you hold. You can either let it control you, or... You can learn to control it, and let it make you stronger. If you let it make you stronger, you can stop people from letting stuff like this happen.” I looked up at her. I had pleading in my voice. “Jamira… Please help me get stronger…” I cried for her help as I looked at the children. I cannot let something like this happen again.

“And you are?” “Lauren,” I said. “I was… I’m Damien Goldberg’s ex-wife.” Her eyes flickered with something I couldn’t quite place—understanding, perhaps, or maybe pity. She nodded slowly, as if piecing something together. “I see,” she said finally. “Well, Ms. Lauren, I’m not sure what you’re hoping to find, but I can tell you that Katarina’s death was thoroughly investigated. There was no sign of foul play. It was ruled a suicide.”

Her hair had become messy around her face while tears rolled freely down her cheeks now. "I didn't do it, Curtis." She exploded as she stood back up. Her voice sounded desperate now. Broken. But nobody believed her anymore. "You've done so many outrageous things." Mr. Wesley cut in. "How could you be innocent of this one?" Lauren turned sharply toward him. The disbelief inside her eyes deepened further. Even the people who once supported her were no longer standing by her side. Everything was falling apart too quickly. "I just went to take back what's mine." Lauren said, her voice quivering. "I am justified!"

had provided. Ray took the subway to the courthouse. To his surprise, Lauren was already waiting outside. She was twenty-seven, around five-foot-three, with a pretty, sweet face and wide eyes. Her ponytail swung lightly behind her. A solid seven out of ten in looks, though her body was unremarkable—flat-chested, thin shoulders. She stared at him, uncertain, shaken by the fact that he somehow knew the truth. She had no idea it was something she herself had told him once—just before he died in their previous life. She hadn't cared about keeping secrets from a dying man.

There was an audible gasp from the audience as they heard those words. “This is outrageous!” Donovan barked, snatching the papers. “I’ve done nothing! I demand to see my lawyer right now!” Lauren stepped forward. She was Slim and looked just like a model. She was also smart and tall and had her FBI jacket on. Her light green eyes made her soft, small face stand out more and more youthfully. Her blonde hair was tied back. “Shut up, Governor,” she said without blinking. “Or I promise, you’ll have bigger problems than legal ones.”

"If she approaches with another offer, refuse it where other people can hear you. Private refusals can be rewritten. Public ones are harder to twist." Wren nodded once. The trust from earlier that day had already rearranged itself into something bitter. Help had been the surface of the offer. Access had been the real point. "She chose the moment carefully," Darius said. "That matters." "I know it matters. I am still sitting in the dirt because of how well she chose it." "She will deny it," Wren said. "Of course she will. Denial is easy when the only witness was unconscious." "Then what proof do we have."

“ What is going on here?!!" A voice suddenly spoke behind them, Natash quickly wipe her tears and within seconds she had that bitchy look in her eyes again, they both turn to look at the person who just walked in, it was Robert. ***** During the party, Robert was so busy planting a tiny chip on most of the influential men and women who were present, they needed a weak point to be able to control them. Robert wasn't even aware Natash was out of the party except for when most of the guest were gone, he immediately inquire about her and was told about the incident that took place, he rushed down to the hospital but was told she already left. He suddenly felt unease, he knew she was more than ca