Shay Lauren Novels & Stories

We immediately said yes. Lauren moved in this evening, unpacked her stuff and a few minutes ago, came in to say goodnight. My wife, Cindy, and I were sitting on the couch watching TV, when Lauren walked in wearing only a spaghetti-strap, v-neck pajama top and bikini panties. Lauren, who just turned 21, has long blonde hair and the most beautiful, clear, blue eyes I have ever seen. They are like pools of liquid that you could get lost in if you're not careful. I imagine a lot of the guys in her classes would love to get lost in her eyes or any other part of her killer body. "I really want to thank you both for letting me stay here." She said, standing next to the couch. Her pert nipples are p

She proceeded to the master bedroom, arranged her side of the bed; clearly making a demarcation between herself and Stanley's space before going to the bathroom to brush her teeth. Lauren's eyes were heavy with tears and as she brushed her teeth, Series of thoughts were going on in her head of what had happened between or has been happening behind her back between Stanley and Shelly Smith. Even before Stanley confessed his feelings to Wrenny, she has always been intimidated by and perhaps a little jealous of the person called Shelly Smith. Shelly was what they call BEAUTY with BRAINS. She had it all and men were always running after her. Unfortunately, those men included Stanley.

Selene stared at the empty space. Her hand closed around the locket until its edges bit into her skin. Branches shifted behind her. It was Frey. “Selene?” She spun, claws half-raised, then froze. Frey stepped through the trees, breathing hard, eyes sweeping the clearing. “What happened?” he asked. “I heard you shout.” “She was right here,” Selene said. “A woman. Black hair. She—” Frey stopped a few feet away. “There’s no one here.”

" They were interrupted by the guests coming in the house and Chantelle decided to go to her room because she wasn't allowed to the party. Chantelle is filled with a mix of emotions - anger, sadness, and despair. She feels like the world is against her, and she's not sure what to do. She falls asleep, exhausted and overwhelmed by everything that's happened. But when she wakes up, she feels a little bit different. She's still angry and hurt, but she's also determined to move forward and make something of herself. She has a new resolve and a new sense of purpose. She went outside and sat singing and feeling lonely but was called out by Someone.

These children, my children, embodied ragged potential untapped. “They’ve been trying to save her all along,” Seb continued, his eyes imploring. “We can either help them or stay put and do nothing. But they need us.” A heavy pause followed his words. Silence stretched before I spoke, a sincerity I hardly knew I possessed. “Tell us what to do, Seb.” His expression softened, granting me a nod of approval, small but profound. Duty resolved within our gaze. “Luna’s going after those who wronged her first,” he said quietly. “Her birth mother and father, Marcus Kane, and whoever else hurt her.”

Perry interjected. The excitement in Ashley’s eyes vanished instantly. “Oh, right. Being his mate doesn’t directly qualify you as a luna,” she said sadly. I looked at her. “Don’t you want to be luna?” I asked, confused as to why she would be excited at me being qualified as luna. She shrugged.

She wore a warm smile, holding up a small placard in one hand and a mic in the other. "Hello, everyone and welcome to the 15th edition of X!!" - She cheered loudly, arousing the applause of everyone present. " As every other year, we are dedicated to awarding the most excellent amongst our actors - ranging from new best comers to top - tier actors on our lists." "I'm Shayna Taylor and as always i'm your lovely host of tonight's event." - She blew a kiss, grinning widely. The crowd cheered once more, erupting in a frivolous applause.

And now, what should Shireen do? * To Be Continued *

She excitedly tells me, her strawberry blonde curls bouncing around her heart shaped face. Christine is really a lovely lady. She is short, probably barely five feet tall, and dainty. Her facial expressions are quite entertaining, her freckled nose crinkled up and it wouldn’t take an empath to tell that what she was thinking about was icky. Confused, I gawk at her. “Warrior?” I ask. “Yeah, Bobby Ray told me that Deputy Scott found your camera and there was a video of you kicking the shit out of those two guys.” She explains.

I have nothing to say, just to hear a word from her sorry. "Shut the fuck off, bitch." She looked at me and at my shirt. "Sorry about that, maybe I should buy you new clothes tomorrow. What brand of shirt are you wearing right now?" She asked. "Penshoppe, latest edition." I said. "Okay sis, noted. By the way, I'm Shayne Lucas from the Tourism department. These are my friends. This one is Yuri Nathalie, the girl with the green hair. Then the girl with the purple lipstick is Dane Watson. The girl with the pink hair is Patricia Gabrielle. The girl with the red lipstick is Mira Rojo." She smiled. I looked at each one of them, and they said 'Hi'. But I just said hello.