Throttled Lauren Asher 소설 & 이야기

It was superb. "Why are you guys in the same shirts? Did you fight or wet your clothes on the plane?” Mrs. Thorne asked. The boys fell quiet and ignored her. I didn't know what to say or do till she looked back and hit me with a fierce glare. "It…we…” I stuttered nervously. "Gifted. We were gifted.” Asher spoke up. I was angry he didn't speak up earlier. "Are you resuming at Blue Lake?” Mrs. Thorne asked me.

“I’ve been trying to reach you for a while now. I’m sorry. I figured you were on the plane back. It’s just… I really want to talk to you.” “I’m here. Talk to me.” I’m trying my best not to demand she just lay it on me. whatever has happened must be pretty bad if it’s got her feeling this way. “Are you okay though? Please tell me you’re safe.” “It’s Lauren Thanos,” she cries out. “She’s dead.” “What?” I grip my phone tighter. “How did she? Fuck. When?” “Today. At the Delta house. After the election. She jumped out a window and crashed to her death.”

She had thought Alex would brief them on the situation before they came but it seems they are both oblivious. She sighed, then smiled calmly, “I’m Lauren Sterling. I’m Alexander’s Wife.” The air became stiff, the two siblings froze, then Lauren saw Gina who had kept a cold attitude tremble while shaking her head. “How could it be..? That’s impossible!”

Layla walked to the chair on the other side and sat down. President Mason took out his phone and opened the gallery app. He tapped on a guy's picture and showed it to her. “Do you know this guy?” She scoffed and responded, “Lucas Asher, the star of America. The CEO of Perficient Investment, and the youngest billionaire that ever existed. Who won't know him?” “Zuri told me you came back to the States not too long ago. How did you know him?” He wondered. “Yes, I just returned, but no daily international news comes out without one of Asher's newly unlocked achievements standing in the headline. His achievement always owns the second and third page of international news.” Layla poured out, smili

“I know I’ve asked you this before, but I’m asking again, here in front of everyone. Will you be my girlfriend, Lila?” The words hung heavy in the air, his heart shining openly in his eyes. The crowd erupted in cheers, clapping and whistling, their voices rising in unison as they chanted for her to say yes. Lila’s gaze flickered between the deep devotion she saw in Asher’s eyes, the eager faces of the crowd, and finally back to Tessa, who stood watching with fresh tears streaming down her cheeks. Meanwhile, Damien pulled into the underground garage of the penthouse and parked with effortless skill. Stepping out, he caught sight of Blade and Thorne coming out, their disbelief written plainly

[Asher] I had my gaze fixed on just one person and that was none other than Raphael Thorne. I made sure to watch every one of his movements, of course without making it obvious. He was seated with his twin brother Matteo Thorne who has made a name for himself in entertainment. Matteo is currently one of the highest-paid actors in the whole of the United States. "You seem distracted," Vienna's sultry voice pulled me out of my thoughts. I glanced at her, flashing her a smile before taking a slow sip from my wine.

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.”

"See? Multitasking. Managing portfolios while imagining peeling you out of that gear later. Very efficient." "You're impossible." "And you love me for it." He smirked while typing something, then his expression softened. "How are you feeling? Holding up okay?" The question was casual, but Lauren heard the concern underneath. The protective edge that never quite went away, even over two years later. Even though she'd done months of therapy and could finally sleep through most nights without nightmares. Even though her career had exploded in ways she'd never imagined, the "actress who stopped a serial killer" becoming a household name, offers pouring in faster than her agent could field them.

she whispered, tears soaking her cheeks. Suddenly Alex’s face flashed through her face, his cold but caring eyes piercing her heart. “Why do I still love you, Alex? I shouldn’t…” Her phone buzzed—Priya. “Lauren, where are you? Melissa’s claiming the empire! The elite are listening!” Priya’s voice shook, fear evident. “I’ve stalled them, but they’re voting soon!”

Those were talents I didn’t have not that I’d ever attempt to charm Lucasta Fennel. Lucasta was a force, a celebrity influencer who raked in hundreds of thousands with each new post. Even for her, this livestream was a major production. Theron had pulled some impressive strings: we had a full studio setup, professional crew, and an exclusive, invitation-only audience of a hundred of Lucasta’s most loyal fans. She’d be conducting the interview live. Naturally, Theron also arranged extra security. He called it a precaution, but we both knew better. The restraining order against Ansel felt like a thin sheet of paper trying to hold back a storm. A private event like this was the kind of opportun