Throttled Lauren Asher Characters Novels & Stories

"Mr. Ash Thunder, I'm mighty pleased to see you here, why, I was just talking about you with my friends." Her Texas accent grates on my nerves as she jabbers on and points to some other equally excited female fans who wave at Ash. She even dares to wave them over. Ten, or maybe twenty of them race over as well and they surround Ash. He tries, he really does try to hold on to my fingers, but that doesn't happen as they slip out of his and I'm effectively cut off from him.

“James, don’t you think Charlie would be much better in the back?” “Her hair is too distracting.” “Those earrings are messing up with the lighting.” This time, those grievances were directed at her. Unfortunately, Lauren had her eyes on her. Whether she did anything wrong, it did not matter. She knew Lauren would find a way to torture and ruin her. “Hey, relax, Charlie. Don’t worry, Ms. Quinny de Vil will have her time,” Anna responded passionately to her friend’s rumblings, baptizing their mortal enemy with a villainous alias.

He didn't dare say much, knowing Thalia's special background and her past connection with Willow. But Willow was skilled, staying calm and patient, just wearing him down. When someone was exhausted, their willpower weakened. As expected, at 3:00 am, Leslie couldn't take it anymore and confessed. "Mr. Landon's girlfriend is called Thalia Sherman."

Promises neither of them fully meant in the way the room wanted them to. Then, “It is my honor to present Mr. and Mrs. Thorn.” The cathedral erupted. Applause. Cheers. Movement. Some people stood. Others waved. A few even climbed onto seats trying to be seen in the crowd. Voices returning all at once after being restrained for too long. Lisa barely reacted to it. She stood there for one suspended second as the reality settled around her properly. Mrs. Thorn. Strange. Jake stepped slightly closer. A gesture telling her it was time to move.

Leigh-Ann—I guessed that was her name—shrank away from me, curling into Jason's body. His arms wrapped tighter around her body. “Calm down. This is Luna Elara Caelthorn, the Luna of Caelthorn.” Hearing my surname only intensified her fear. I sighed and squatted in front of her. “I am so glad Mason found his mate. He was my right-hand man when I was married to Asher.” The haze in her head cleared and she turned to Mason. “You…you know Luna Caelthorn personally?” Before Mason could respond, Karen's voice came from down the hall. “Who knows my Luna personally?”

"Caleb processed the buy-back option attached to your father’s bankruptcy filings. You hold zero shares in this company." "You used me!" Lauren shrieked, taking a furious step forward, her manicured nails digging into her leather case. She finally snapped her head toward me, her eyes burning with pure, unadulterated venom. "You replaced me with her? A low-level accountant? She’s an outsider! She’s playing all three of you, and you’re too blind to see it!" "Watch your mouth, Lauren," Asher growled from the bar, his low, gravelly voice sending an immediate, dangerous vibration through the room as he set his glass down with a heavy thud. "Or I'll have security escort you out by your hair."

She was sipping coffee from one of Damien's mugs as if it were hers. Asher froze. The woman looked up — and smiled. A calculated smile. "You have to be Asher," she smiled sweetly, setting the mug down. "Damien's little. project." Asher bristled. "Who are you?" he demanded, tightness. She laughed — a cold, cruel sound. "I'm Veronica Thorne," she announced, standing graciously. "Damien's ex-fiancée." The floor had been knocked from under Asher's feet.

"Guards!" Lauren cried out. She was soaked in cold sweat as a wave of hopelessness washed over her. She had just felt the unmistakable sensation of a divine realm expert pinning her down. "Get out of here and save Queen Eden, Ashton! I'll stay behind to cover you!" Lauren's eyes flashed with resolve. She had already prepared herself for a fight to the death. A series of deafening explosions rang out, and Lauren's guards were thrown through the air by a succession of heavy blows, leaving arcs of blood in their wake. It wasn't long before a squad of formidable assassins descended upon them, effectively surrounding both Lauren and Ashton.

Thankfully, because my ears were 5 seconds from bleeding. “Get your hands off of the Luna!” Ashton warns with a low growl. Jeff growls back, not backing down. “She’s no Luna. She’s my runaway mate, and she’s going home with us.” He spits back at Ashton. But neither of my protectors are budging. “You have another thing coming if you think we’ll let our Luna go with you. Who are you anyway?” Lauren asks, her arms crossed. Her aura screams high rank, but Jeff either to stupid or chooses to ignore it as he answers.

"Laurel are you okay?" I looked up and saw Tasha. Tasha had a role in our movie but it wasn't a leading or relevant role. It was just like every normal person going about their daily activities. Some people said maybe it was because she was new to the theatre, others said she was shy and clumsy. "Hey." "Are you okay?" "No?" I wiped my tears. "I knew it." She quickly took her seat beside me. "I haven't seen you smoke before but when I saw you yesterday wit--"