Read Me Lauren Connolly Novels & Stories

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–"

“You came here with Master Nolan the other day right? She said with her eyes scanning through the book unnecessarily, it was just to took her time. She already knew his ward number offhand since Mr Gareth was a regular. “Yes, Do you have a problem with that? Hailey said scornfully. Hailey didn’t meet her the day she had came to visit Gareth alone. The lady receptionist was about to say something when a familiar voice came behind Hailey. “Look who we have here, Is this not the Gold digger Aunty? Hailey spun around in a seconds and it turned out to be exactly the person she had expected, The rude brat, Nolan’s cousin Lauren. She had dyed her hair to pink and packed it up into a long ponytail,

Laureen screamed. "Please lower your voice, Ma'am. You’re disturbing the other patients," the nurse cautioned. Lala’s eyebrows shot up as she observed the scene. "Isn't that Laureen Dela Cruz?" she remarked after a moment. Cyan turned to her sharply. "You know her?" Lala nodded quickly. "Yup. She was living in New York when I met her. She happened to be the live-in partner—or secret partner, you could say—of a male model I’m close with."

I rarely looked for her, but the thought of Canada wouldn’t come to my brain. I checked the employee section, where I discovered Lauren at the end of the page, and her name was Lauren Kennedy. She was using her father’s surname, which meant the ring on her finger had nothing to do with her marital status. She was single. Well, technically, she was a married woman, but it was quite complicated the relationship at this moment to give a proper name without getting confused.

"No I'm assuming its someone she is comfortable working with" "Lisa is quite resourceful but I'm sure she will use family" "You know Lisa?" He glanced at me in the rearview mirror "Connor has connections to every werewolf ever created" My mouth made an "o" shape at his revelation "Makes sense ya know with how old he is" Leo chuckled at me

— 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.

I can’t believe I found her the first place I went looking. My second chance mate. And she’s a sexy little vixen. Her name is Lauren Densmore. Daughter of a warrior and the head of a construction company. She’s been training with her mother to help prepare newly shifted wolves for combat. And you can see it in the way she moves. She’s lean, but strong. Sculpted arms. Long, toned legs. And in that short, black, strapless dress?

I ran past her desk before she could finish her sentence. "Hey! Miss! Stop it!" Luna called after me, but I pushed open the double door and entered his office. Ain't nobody got time for waiting! Connor was leaning against his desk, holding a file. A blonde woman stood in front of him. She was tall, lean, and beautiful. But that was beside the point because I didn't like her one bit. She was standing close to Connor. Too close for my liking. "Anya, what the..." Connor looked at me and mumbled.

“Layla?” The woman stood from her seat fast. She ran up to me, and looked me over. “Lucifer! It’s Layla! The woman jumped up and down, her breast bouncing so hard, they looked like they were going to come out of the fabric. She hugged me tightly, making me feel like I was in between closing walls. “I... can’t… breath…” I got out a few words before she squeezed all the air out of my lungs. “Breath?” The lady asked, like it was a weird statement. She looked at Jamira.