The Fine Print Lauren Asher Novels & Stories

ASHER Brenda was a journalist in Houston, I won't be surprised if the firm she works for is Storypress News. They've been on my neck so bad, and Leandro was so stupid enough to let them publish the scandalous picture with Wren. All in the name of getting a higher percentage of Starfall. “Asher!” Dalton jovially called, extending his hand for a handshake, I complied. “The biggest hotelier in America.” That's Dalton for you, he knows when, where, and how to twist people's head with his gigantic praise.

Asher asks Anthony immediately to take his seat, CEO Of Pure And Dotless Asher Claw is placed on his table and his laptop with some files. “You did a fantastic job!” He said kiss his cheek and he cringed. “Gross!!” T.B.C

"What's going on man? Is everything okay?' I type into my phone in frustration. I wait a few minutes but the text remains unread. Like the rest. Asher is one of Vaughan's guys who has always been in charge of watching Lauren and monitoring her movements as per ordered by Vaughan himself. She is in one of his safe houses here in New York and isn't allowed to step a foot outside till I'm done with this assignment. Somehow Asher and I became friends, so he always gives me updates about Lauren. We agreed to talk this morning but his number hasn't been reachable and he isn't replying to any of my texts. I'm so worried and the thought of not knowing what's going on is killing me. I tighten my fist

"The whole marriage? Like you have been keeping this file the whole time?" "I started it a few months after your wedding." She looked away. "I didn't even know you noticed me." Lucas didn't answer. Before Teresa could think too much about it, Lucas opened the folder again. ✦ . ⁺ . ✦ . ⁺ . ✦ Across the city, Asher stood inside the floor-to-ceiling windows of his office, watching rain streak down the glass. His assistant stepped inside. "Mr. Grimhollow?"

Alexander finally smiled and stretched out his hand, “Hello, Mrs Ashford. Please take care of me.” *** Lauren stood outside the bank and in her hand were the relics she had just gotten. Her eyes were puffy as she had cried after seeing the things her mother had kept for her. In that safe lay a carefully arranged collection of her mother’s things and these items carried the weight of memories and secrets.

ASHLEY “Cheers!” Our glasses clinked and everyone gulped down their glass of wine. Lauren had thrown a small party on my behalf to celebrate my success and the inheritance of the company. I had only invited a few of my actor friends and other people I got close to after my return. I had also sent an invitation to Lillian but she rejected it. I was glad she did, though, I was planning to embarrass and mock her in front of everyone. “Congratulations, sweetheart,” Chloe stepped forward with a wrapped box.

WG: You are cute, Precious AJ: Yeah, no, none of this is allowed AJ: No flirting allowed SL: For once, I agree with AJ OF: As I was saying, are you kidding me OF: How much more cliche can you be? SL: Blaming the black layouts and initials names everything on Asher OF: Mob boss Ash Ash: Shut up OF: Really... Ash: What's so wrong with it Ash: We are not about to put our faces on the internet recklessly OF: You could have put a fox instead Ash: Foxes are cute

“I thought you said you didn’t want any details?” “I don’t, so don’t share. You scarred me for life in other ways. Let’s not add your sex life to that list.” “What? My combat jacks don’t count?” Xander pulled a horrified face. “You’re not supposed to remind me of that!” Kira left the kitchen laughing, feeling a little lighter despite having the sinking feeling that something good had slipped through her fingers that morning... ________________________

she answered whilst taking a pair of panties out her drawer and putting them in her bag. "Lia, yes or no to this top?" Elena asked. "Yes. You bought me it didn't you?" Lia answered. "Just testing," Elena said with a smirk. "Pomegranate and honey body wash or vanilla and raspberry?" Bella said from the bathroom. "Vanilla and raspberry please!" Lia called back. "And what about shampoo? L’Oréal or Pantene?" Lisa asked. "The L’Oréal one is empty!" Lia said. "Okay." "I found it!" Allison said, pulling something out from down the side of Lia's bed.

A story she abandoned because it was too painful. A tale about a girl named Ashen, made of soot and stars, who could rewrite people with a glance, A story never meant to be real, And yet here she was. Breathing, Watching Remembering. “You stopped writing me,” the girl said. “So I waited.” Her hands twisted the shard like a knife. “Then the Quill died, and the wall broke. And we all walked through.” Liora swallowed. “How many are there?” Ashen’s eyes glowed dim violet. “All of us.”