Read Me Lauren Connolly Novels & Stories

It sorta feels like an automatic response upon hearing their kind mentioned that gets me all disgusted and enraged for some reason. "Impossible, the letters from the other side should be delivered at the Alpha's study. There might have been a mix up, deliver that to my husband." Since I don't want to deal nor get involved with the issues involving with the Lycans. "But this one has your name printed on it, Luna." Claude continues. "It even says so in the content." "And who even told you to open it up?" "I'm sorry, but I'm curious." This little... Although now that he had mentioned it, I'm beginning to feel curious as well.

After grilling the hamburgers, Connor sits beside me and says in confidence. “Don’t s… say it to the gu… guys, but I’m go… going to do a trea… treatment to stu… stu… stutter.” Connie stares at me looking for some support and I don’t know what to say. Connie, among the Vaugh brothers, is the most handsome, his brown livid eyes, dark hair, tanned, with a strong and masculine Adonis body, that the symbol of Greek beauty would die of envy. I don’t think the fact that he stutter makes him a bad man. In the end I actually think his charming in his half shy clumsy way.

Connie nodded as she looked over the notes Natalie had handed her. “What about Dee?” I found myself asking. “Wouldn’t you want her to cook for your wedding? She’s a great chef and you know it.” Connie looked at me, surprised by my words. “And who exactly are you?” Natalie asked, raising her brows at me. I felt my face flushing in embarrassment. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt. I’m Lila. I’m—” “Oh, you're the future Luna of this pack,” she said, leaning back in her seat and narrowing her eyes at me.

I suddenly felt bad. Just then, the doorbell rang urgently and I rushed to pull it open. Lauren stood out, dressed up in an armless red mini flair gown that barely reached her knees, her high heels adding to her average height. Her hair is well made, looking brushed down her back in swirling waves, her face adorned with makeup. I Googled at her in surprise. " Laurene, what. . . . " She barely let me finish my statement as she pushed me back in and shut the door.

“That’s right!” Lisa-Luna stared at Charlotte intently. “You’re really lucky, Miss Simmons.” Charlotte was a little taken aback. “Huh? Why would you say that?” Lisa-Luna chuckled. “I’ve known Mr. Connor for many years, and you’re the first woman who’s ever been able to motivate him to go through such trouble.”

Watson wandered. The phone in his pocket buzzed, cutting through the silence, pulling him from his thoughts. His eyes locked on the caller ID, it was one of his trusted men, someone who kept track of every movement, every detail, hidden in the shadows of the city's underbelly. Connel straightened up, his pulse quickening as he picked up the phone. “Talk to me,” he said, his voice was steady but laced with an edge that wasn't there before. “Connel, we've got the Intel you asked for,” came the voice on the other end - calm and professional but laced with an obvious urgency. “About Tori Laurent.”

Lauren is staring intently with a voyeuristically lustful look on her face. "Condom?" I ask Lauren, startling her out of her near trancelike state. "Sure," she says huskily, catching her breath as she reaches for the shiny package on the nightstand. Tearing it open she skillfully holds my cock in one hand while she rolls down the protective sheath with the other. Instead of letting me go, she holds my stiff cock between her thumb and index finger and guides it into Kristina's slick opening. God! This is so fucking erotic having my sister feed my cock into her best friend's pussy.

She passed a report, the board murmuring, Lauren’s strength shining. Lauren nodded, her voice sharp. “Q2 launch, tighter timelines. Can we do it?” She eyed Grayson, her pen tapping, Richard’s face a distraction she buried. Grayson smiled, his voice warm. “Q2’s tough, Lauren, but we’re on it.” The room agreed, her four-year reign a beacon, her heart torn. Lauren’s phone buzzed, Ms. Harper calling. “Hello?” Lauren said, her voice tense, stepping out. “Mrs. Magnus, Emmy drew on another book,” Ms. Harper said, her tone firm. “Can you come?”

ROMAN'S POV “Have you seen this?” I asked, dropping my tablet on the desk so the screen faced up between us like an accusation and a trophy at once. Lauren reached for it. She sat opposite me with the composed, deliberate air she’d cultivated; when she flicked through the headlines a small, satisfied smile curved her lips. The expression was quiet, almost private like someone who’d just watched a plan click into place and had the luxury of enjoying the first small victory before the clean-up began.

Starting with nothing, we had built the company into what it was today. If not for that brief moment when the steam fogged up the mirror, I probably would have remained in the dark, still believing she was the kind-hearted woman who would personally make a stew just to ensure I drank something warm. My phone vibrated. I glanced down. My assistant had sent me a screenshot from social media. The post belonged to Connor Lawson, the poor college student I had sponsored years ago. Now, he was Amanda's personal secretary. The photo showed him standing in the office, taking a mirror selfie. His shirt collar hung open, exposing a sharp collarbone and the faint outline of his abs. There were subtle h