Throttled Lauren Asher Characters Novels & Stories

Unanswered questions it seems. "Alaya, wait." I feel Asher's hand on my arm. He's wearing satin gloves. Typical, he's a male either keeping to fashion trends, or he's not looking to find his mate tonight. At least I don't think I have a Luna yet. "I don't want to hear it. I'm done. I want to go home and pretend like none of this ever happened, because I'm going to get more information doing that, then standing around you for another second. Also, I'm pretty sure this is all some strange part of my imagination, after drinking those ridiculous drinks inside. What are they made of anyway?"

So , currently he is weak on consoling you " Nithra's eyes narrowed . Instantly ,she Grabbed his collar and about to question but , the action starts an enthusiastic and teasing voice interfered. Asher , loosened his activity and shifted his stare to notice the person .Landen Carter .The popular Playboy of the city. Asher frowned by his appearance . If his assumptions are right .Landen ,is ready for another task which is dangerous for a ruthless man . He is strong and ruthless men .But , marriage had transformed him to be a soft one when ,the word Wife interfers. " Yeah sis , He is a scheduled business man . Instead of consoling ,he owe a minutes for Shasha " " Shasha ?? " Exclaimed Nithra ,

"Where is Lucian?" ​"Lucian is dealing with the mess you left in Zurich," Harrison replied smoothly, his eyes narrowing just a fraction. "Or did you think I wouldn't notice the quiet paper trail you left behind before coming back here? He's angry, Seraphina. He's torn. And right now, he cannot protect you from the reality of this room." ​Before I could answer, the double doors at the end of the corridor hissed open. ​Dr. Jonathan Sterling stepped out, pulling his surgical mask down around his neck. Sterling was the chief of hematology, a man whose career, research labs, and lifestyle were entirely funded by the Vance Foundation. He carried an iPad, his fingers twitching slightly against the

They all bobbed their heads furiously before running towards the exit. He approached us and stopped behind me. “We got the body, Mr. Holster.” He whispered in my ears. I nodded in response and looked at the girls in front of me. “Lauren,” I called to her calmly. She was normal on the surface, but I could feel that she was shaken. She acted in the same way that she had acted in the past during these kinds of attacks on her. Lauren was not just a pampered heiress. She was also trained intensively with Caellum.

"Nothing. I just think that… you resemble Mr. Quade a lot when you were being so serious and decisive earlier." Elena rubbed her chin, thinking deeply. "What do you call this? Destined for each other?" "Don't say something so terrifying." Serena picked up her handbag. "I'm going now." … Lauren was already long gone by the time Serena was back in her apartment. She gave Lauren a call, but it was Aaron who picked up. "Hi, Serena." "Hello, Mr. Zimmers. Where's Laurie?" "She's asleep." "At this time of the day?"

“She’s the one.” Zechariah’s eyebrows shot up, and he leaned against the wall by the window like he had nowhere else to be. His lips curved. “All these years you spent looking for her, and it turns out to be Nicholas’s daughter. Who would’ve guessed?” He let out a short laugh. “Stubborn one, though. I’ll give her that. Seems like you are about to have your hands full, Asher.” At that comment, my lips twitched. Stubborn she was. And down to the bone.

Badly. But Ashval wasn’t having it. He let her crash into me… then wrapped our arms around her in a tight grip. I gasped. He wasn’t squeezing her. Just holding her in place. Still. Calm. Dominant. It was the softest move I’d ever seen. No punches. No kicks. No violence. But Lazhara shrieked like she’d been burned. “You don’t deserve Thorne,” Ashval whispered through my lips, so low only she could hear it. “And you never will.”

Lauren snatched the shard from my hand, her slender fingers trembling faintly under the sunlight. The moment she clearly made out the letters engraved on it, the once arrogant and imposing Miss Hayes suddenly found her breathing turning rapid.

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–"

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.”