The Last Virgin In La Novels & Stories

After winning the league Lauren now is heading back to pallet town, every place he goes he is recognized by people, many asked him for autographs and photos which he didn't refuse it but he didn't overdo it either. Lauren is now currently staying in Viridian city at a 5-star hotel called J Paradise, he even got a discount as the manager of the hotel recognized him, even the owner of the hotel personally came to greet him, he had never imagined that being a league winner will affect his lifestyle this drastically, even though he had speculated this he was way off, the treatment he received was grander than he expected.

Carlos leaned in and kissed my cheek. We left the warehouse and went straight to the Sapphire. It was the night of the Virginity Auction. I wasn't too thrilled about the idea, but Carlos had informed me that all the women were of age and all the women and men were screened for STD's. The men also had to return the women after 48 hours, unharmed or there would be death for them and no mercy. As soon as I arrived there, I went straight to Madre's office. She was browsing a costume catalog. I closed the door behind me. "I need to ask you a favor."

“This isn’t some game. Do you have any idea how much trouble you’re inviting by doing this?” I stare at him, genuinely amused. “No. I don’t. Maybe you’d like to enlighten me? What exactly am I risking by sitting here? What law have I broken? What terrible offense have I committed? Go on. Make me a list. If you can come up with even one legitimate reason, I’ll happily get up and walk out myself.” He tries to say something, but the auctioneer’s voice booms through the room again. “Final bid. Five hundred million for Vial B. Going once. Going twice—”

before he touched me. But there is one step we haven’t taken. The biggest step. Tonight, I will finally give him my virginity. I’ve been too shy or too scared before, but now I know I’m ready. I want to have that connection with him before I leave. I want him to have something to remember me by. Walking into the diner I tell my boss that tonight is my last night. Angry, he tells me he’ll mail my last check and sends me out the door. 6 years of loyal work suddenly meant nothing as soon as I told him I wanted to move on with my life.

"We travelled here yesterday to await you. We live in Arizona too. We were at the event three days ago, but you probably didn't see us." "I didn't." I admitted. "Yes. We excorted Miss Gabrielle and Mrs Martin, since B3 and B4 were with you and your husband." I nodded my head, starting to understand just how they worked. Christian really didn't need this much bodyguards. But what do I know by the way. I wasn't an heir to one of the biggest corporations in the world. "That's a great team." I said to him and he offered a smile. Aloy was less robotic than the one driving. Moses usually gave off rude vibes.

I instinctively stroked the scar on my neck, it was the mark left after the System repaired me for the fourth time. At that moment, the assistant set the coffee lightly on the desk. “Mr. Greenwood, the cross-border acquisition case was successfully completed.” The sound of porcelain hitting marble made my fingertips tremble. A business partner teased Ben Greenwood, “Mr. Greenwood, you have both a talented consultant and a beautiful secretary. You always get the good-looking girls, you lucky brat.”

"Don't sit there and make this your fault like you're the only person who's ever gotten too drunk at a party. That's not fair to you." I didn't have an answer for that. I sat there on her couch with my hands folded over the curve of my stomach, absorbing a stranger's fragmented memory of the worst night of my life, taller than me, a maybe-jacket, gone before anyone could really see, and I understood, sitting there, that whatever answer I was looking for wasn't going to come from asking around anymore. It was going to come from somewhere I hadn't let myself think about yet, somewhere with cameras and timestamps and no room left for anyone's fuzzy, well-meaning memory to get it wrong.

Avery is just trying to survive. With her younger sister’s life-saving surgery hanging over her head, she takes a job as a dancer at a high-end club. Clothes stay on, rules are clear, and the money is the only thing that matters. It’s her first night on the pole when everything changes. Avery doesn’t believe in fate, mates, or dangerously attractive men who look at her like they already own her. But Kael is not a man who asks. He takes. As the mate bond tightens and Avery’s body begins to respond to him in ways she doesn’t understand, she finds herself caught between the desperate need to save her sister and the overwhelming pull of a possessive Alpha who refuses to let her go.

I grit my teeth and take a sip of the pink virgin cocktail in front of me. He chuckles and gulps his red wine. “So uptight. You must be a virgin. Came to LA to lose the seal?” The menacing tone is raising my anger. I have never met such a judgement ass. “You are disgusting with a filthy mind!” I hiss and he smirks, clearly enjoying getting on my nerves. “Not as disgusting as some gold-digger whores pretending to be rich to pick up unsuspecting rich guys.” I have had enough. I grab my purse and stand up to leave. I will be charged with assault at this rate. I have emptied my savings, I won’t even afford a lawyer or bail. Walking away is the best option for me.

Lauren's cheeks turned pink as she trailed off, her sudden shyness making her look just as flustered as Francesca. Francesca stared at her, completely dumbfounded. "Lauren, we're both adults. We're the same age! What do you mean you 'can't'? It's not like you have a medical condition." Lauren rolled up her sleeve, revealing a delicate, pale wrist with a striking red mark. With a sigh, she said, "See this? My mom had it applied by a spiritual practitioner. The moment I lose my virginity, it'll vanish, and she'll know."