Throttled Lauren Asher Novels & Stories

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

I couldn't help but smile sheepishly. I jumped in jubilation as I watched Asher walk toward me. He was truly a warrior, a man whom I'd grown to love. As Asher walked closer to me, I heard a loud bang. A gunshot from far into the woods. Another batch of warriors was coming to fight us. Leading them was Christopher's mother, Anabel. Asher stumbled to the ground. He wasn't dead, but weak... Pain consumed me, the pain of losing him, the fear of being alone again. I tried to scream, but something else rushed through me... powerful and hungry, fueled by my anger and pain.

And, there I find the answers to my questions. Winona Laurier, Asher's mother is a schizophrenic patient. She is in a care home in Vaguel-corser for 13 years. Anthony Carter died 3 years ago from lung cancer. His second wife was Asher's guardian for a year after his death. But after some disputes involving court verdicts, Anthony Carter's cousin, Mason Barlowe took up Asher's guardianship. I couldn't help but leave a sigh after reading the tragic description of Asher's family. Anyway, I quickly close the page and log out from the server as I knew Aaron could come at any instant.

December 20th Leo's point of view: Two hours later my phone received a call from Luciano. Ella was still fast asleep with her head on my chest so I had to carefully lift her off me without waking her. "What took you so fucking long to answer?" he asked once I had moved as far away from my sleeping Luna and baby as possible without actually leaving the room. "Just get to the point," I hissed. "What do you want?" "So Achilles has returned. He was 46 minutes and 22 seconds late but he apparently has the information."

“ And one…two…” Lauren stopped in her tracks and tried to sigh heavily because she is so tired of their routine. She is auditioning for the cheerleading team of her new school. She feels her cheeks blushed when a group of boys clapped at her and whistled complimenting her outfit.

She looked at him, confused. “You design for Ava Sterling,” he added, and without another word, she reached for the fabric scissors. The sharp sound of fabric being cut filled the room. Mr. Thompson smiled slightly as he stepped back, giving her space. Piece by piece, the old design fell away and for the first time in days, Ava's hands moved with certainty. —- It was a slow day for Lauren. She leaned back in her chair, flipping through a case file with a bored expression. Her office was quiet, the soft ticking of the wall clock echoing faintly. A hesitant knock came at the door, “Come in,” Lauren called without looking up.

Next day Lauren wakes up fresh as he was pleased by yesterday night, they both had become very good at pleasuring so he enjoyed it very much, he gets up from the bed to see that both of them have already left for their work, he cleans himself and wears his favorite black long coat and dress and heads towards the Indigo Stadium where all the trainers are gathering. When he arrives there he sees Ash holding the torch and running towards the staircase which leads to the giant torch at the top of the Stadium, he hands it over to a lady who is waiting there as she continues to run towards the top, as she is about to reach the top two people dressed in white interferes and takes the torch away fro

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.”

Fourteen days. That was all the time left before Thalia Ashbourne would become Mrs. Ravenhart. The countdown had already become impossible to ignore. Elegant gold plaques displaying 14 DAYS UNTIL THE WEDDING stood throughout both the Ashbourne and Ravenhart estates. Every assistant, every servant, every wedding coordinator measured time against those four words. To the planners, it was a deadline. To the two families, it was the final stage of a billion-dollar merger. To Thalia...

My teeth were tightly shut, my temples throbbing. “Do you have any idea…” She took a deep, shaky breath, trembling, holding back her tears with more strength than her body seemed capable of — “…how much is Lauren going to get attached?”