Read Me Lauren Connolly Novels & Stories

And she hadn’t breathed a word of what she intended to do that day, even out loud to herself. “David,” Lauren asked as she set up the blue pieces for herself, “can you . . . ?” She hesitated, because she felt that to say what she was thinking out loud would be like crossing the Rubicon. Her sixth- grade social studies teacher, Mr. Connolly, had used that phrase once and when she asked what he meant, he told her it was a way of saying a step that you couldn’t take back. There are so many things happening that I don’t understand, she thought. And I think that I need to understand.

“And after that she forgot all about you.” A bubble of pain comes up in my chest when he said that. I take a swig of beer. “I know.” “You know what you should do?” Connor leans closer to me in a conspirational whisper. “Announce to the whole pack that you found your new mate, my sister Lauren.”

They turned to see tall, beautiful dark haired woman standing a few feet away with a smirk on her face. Leah had to admit. She felt a momentary bit of jealousy upon first seeing the woman. The woman looked graceful and elegant. Leah felt almost homely compared to this woman, and the smirk on the woman’s face didn’t make things any better. Leah almost felt like smacking the smirk right off her face. Was this bitch one of Ray’s ex-lovers? She wouldn’t be surprised. After all, Ray was a very handsome and sexy man. He had no doubt had many past lovers to satisfy his needs. He was a wolf after all. Wolves have been rumored to have a very high sex drive.

“You are Winifred Zea?” Connie looked at Winifred, the muscles on her face twitched slightly. “That is right. And you are here for me?” “Exactly.” Connie regained her composure after the initial confusion. She continued, “I will introduce myself. My name is Connie Yorke, and I am from Prime City. I am here not for what happened just now, though.” Winifred Zea was perplexed. She had never heard of the name Connie Yorke nor seen that name among any of Autumn Field Group’s business partners.

Connor was smiling at me… he’s smiling? Wait no! Now’s not the time to admire his holiness. I pointed a finger on him, still eyes wide. “You heard me?…” I asked, more like a whispered asked. He smirked and nodded as he walked near me. I can’t walked backwards as I was still frozen on the ground. I didn’t bother looked at Levi cheering or something, my attention went to Connor. “Mind-link babe, I’m the only one who can read your thoughts.” What?! Now I don’t have any privacy or something?!

’ sent three days ago. My breath seized, my finger trembling. The sender was Patrick and the recipient, my eyes widened. Julian Moretti Blackwood. What the hell was going on? My heart kept beating fast, violent, chaotic like it knew something I didn't. The email was short. A single attachment. I opened the document, and the words hit like a sucker punch: “Lauren McQueen, 25 years, stays in a three-story apartment building in Brooklyn, family members consist of her single mother and sister…”

Let's go" He ordered and I stood up. "When we come face to face with people, I expect you to compose yourself. Your name is Lauren Dennis, you're a software engineer from a prestigious yet unknown family and you schooled in Hamilton University. You lived a sheltered life. Your hobbies are reading, writing and violin practice. Are we clear?

He'd caught my reaction to him putting his hands on my girl. "Hank behave! Hi Todd I'm Cierra, I've heard so much about you, it's nice to finally meet you." "Thank you ma'am." I'm not sure what to make of the look that passed between Mancini and Mr. Lyon but since nothing else was said I figure I'm safe.

"But by the mark the results reach our gates, your boots and Ava’s wrap will already be running through the valleys of France." "First, ensure your teeth find the dog who pulled the trigger," Connor rumbles, holding the image up to the torchlight as his mind tracks back to the exact sunrise of that kiss. That was the sun his wagon returned to the estate. Who would have thought a border-scout would carry the courage to watch his gates... "Most importantly, direct your claws to investigate the Blossom Media studio," Connor commands, his eyes narrowing as a memory hits his brain. "My mate's tongue mentioned running into Editor Benedict multiple times on her fashion tracks."

She is lying on the Hammock outside the presidential suite, Lauren walks to her and drags the book she is reading. "Hey stop it." Mandy tries to get it, but she can't. "Relax, I just want to see what you are reading." Lauren's voice is all nice and soft, no longer that cold voice. "Tangled life. Hm." He pronounced the name of the book. "Interesting, so what is it about?" Lauren asked, Mandy tapped the space beside her, Lauren stared at her, this girl was playing with fire, she didn't seem to learn, his level of self-control was on very tiny ground when his body came in contact with hers.