The Fine Print Lauren Asher Novels & Stories

Tolerated, maybe. She grinned. “You’re practically their favorite soap opera these days, Asher Cole, mysterious CEO, tragic past, rumored engagement.” He rolled his eyes, muttering, “Rumored.” Before she could reply, a sudden burst of flashes came from ahead, too close, too fast. A group of paparazzi rounded the corner, cameras raised. “Asher! Over here!” one shouted. “Who’s your actual woman, Asher? Is that Riley Green with you?” “Smile for the camera, lovebirds!” another yelled, snapping photos.

Jessica snorted oping a can of beans and digging in. "Firstly I'm not a stalker nor do I obsess, secondly it's paparazzi not babarashi and I'm tots fine. Then thirdly that beans is expired," Tiana grinned at Jess who was trying to force herself to puke complaining about not having a gag factor. "Okay ana you win. Now come on we all have a date with the library," Asher told them while grabbing all their bags. _______

Both exclaim, while Lauren makes a disgusted face. “Just rub it in. Just keep rubbing it in that I have to wait another two years before I have my mate.” She says, throwing a rude hand gesture at Dale when he mocks her. I roll my eyes and dig into my food again. Ashlee demands to be let down to her own chair, while Milan just moves her plate and eats where she is, having Ashton throw Dale a look of victory.

Its beautiful but the flowers stamped everywhere are a tad taky for my taste. The sound of fingers snapping jerks my attention from the details of the room"go fetch my breakfast girl" regina mumbles not bothing to look at me or unlock her painted lips from filex.They are out right going at it right in front of me. The rage boiling inside of me had me biting me tounge to keep my mouth shut. servant or not its down right disrespectful servant or not such things are meant behind closed doors.Such boldness is frowned apon expecially for a high lady. Rushing to the door i Leave with a short" yes ma'ma. I have no disire to watch miss high and mighty throw herself at filex."Gross" i think to mysel

I swallowed the dryness in my throat. “You’re manipulating the trials. The council.” Asher tilted his head. “Big accusation.” “You said it yourself.” “I said nothing that would hold in a courtroom,” he replied, stepping closer. “But you… Lila… you’ve got secrets of your own, don’t you?” My heart stuttered. He smiled—but it didn’t reach his eyes. “You’ve done an admirable job playing Elena Ashford. But I’m not Damon. I pay attention to more than your mouth when it moves.”

Rowan halted, chain still humming in his hand, but for the first time he looked… cautious. Dax exhaled once, like he’d been holding his breath since we met. “Good,” he murmured. “Again.” Rowan’s smile returned, slower now. “There she is,” he said. “The ashbound.” The priest behind him hissed. “Alpha, the tracker—” Rowan lifted the chain, and the moon-silver links flashed. The ash wall shuddered like it had been struck. Pain ripped through my wrist again, brutal and bright.

she said. "Oh! Let her in" he said. The secretary nodded and left. Thelma walked into the office few minutes later. "Oh! Thelma, have a seat please" he said. "I am not here to seat and chat with you Mr.Larry Chancy" she said rudely. Mr.Chancy scoffed dropping the cup of tea on the table with his hands spread apart "what is the problem woman" "You are the problem! You are the problem Mr.Chancy!" She yelled.

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–"

“Mr. Windermere, is she the wife you’ve been keeping from the public?” Asher looked at me, then turned back to the crowd. “She’s just my assistant.” ***** LMCD22

Tila nais niyang burahin ang kasal na parang hindi ito kailanman nangyari. Sa ibabang bahagi ng dokumento, napansin ni Asher ang pirma ni Thalia: elegante, malinis, at may kakaibang artistikong likas na siya lamang ang maaaring magtaglay. Nakatitig si Asher sa pirma nito, bumabalik-balik sa kanyang isipan ang mga bagay. How often had he overlooked these small details about her? Her handwriting, her reserved nature, ang paraan niyang iwan ang lahat nang maayos at perpekto.