Throttled Lauren Asher Novels & Stories

Finally, Ashley, all dressed up and looking amazing, was ready for the night that would always be special because of her engagement to Thorian. In the quiet confines of her room, Thalia paced anxiously, the air thick with her restless energy. Biting her fingers, she couldn’t shake the unsettling feeling that something significant was slipping away. Suddenly, she stopped in her tracks, shaking her head as if trying to dispel unwelcome thoughts. In a moment of frustration, she blurted out, “I can never let Ashley become the next Luna, not as long as I’m still alive.”

Loreen was about to beg but as soon as she saw the woman's face, her words slurred. “C….Can”Loreen stammered, forgetting she was about to puke, some minutes ago. Her lips parted as her eyes flew open, while she froze. It was her! C -A -N -D -A -C -E! _________ It was already evening and Annatoria had already closed from work. She was ready to open up to Asher since he was the only one who could understand her better and give her the support and advice she needed at that point in time.

Asher had been searching for Gwyneth over the past two years, but it felt like something was standing in his way, and he hadn't heard a thing about her. He thought he'd eventually get used to her being gone, but everything in his life and work fell apart after she left. It took him that long to realize that she had been with him for 12 years, and he had grown so dependent on her for many things. Asher couldn't function without her. No one—not even Liana—could take Gwyneth's place. He loved her more than he'd ever imagined. Milena knocked before entering. "The Lauders are hosting a party tomorrow evening. Kieran plans to announce that his close friend, Blythe Payne, is about to open a furnitu

she asked sweetly. Ethan nodded, dazed. “Same time. Lauren’s got book club.” Chloe smiled, satisfied. “Good. I’ll bring the toy you like.” Lauren slipped back down the hallway before they noticed her. She made it to the guest bathroom, locked the door, and sank to the floor—back against the tub, knees drawn up. Her heart pounded. Rage. Hurt. And beneath it all—burning, shameful arousal. She should confront him. Divorce him. Fire the babysitter.

"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 was emailed ahead, including some details before my arrival. “I missed you too, honey. How did you manage to come here unnoticed? Your disguise is poor.” She chuckled. “I beg to disagree, Ma’am. Maybe, it’s because you know, you—” “One more mistake, you’re both fired!” I raised my voice. They looked down and shut their mouth. “You’re not going to—what American used to say? Screw this up for me. I only have two weeks left, Ash, Ludovic.” “I apologize, Thayer.” Lud eased.

She looked at her phone and crammed it back inside her pocket. Would someone call if there was an issue? “Do you think Jaxton and the others have stopped the auction?” I mentioned as we worked. Lauren twisted her lips as she thought. “We’ll find out soon enough. Throttle and the guys are keeping tabs on the radio. And I don’t mean listening to the top forty countdown charts. I mean they’re tuning in to the ranger station.” My eyes flared wide. “Oh, I know, like a cop scanner?”

】 She had no intention of having Gina and Eleanor stay overnight—first, because her bed was too small, and second, because it wasn’t really her home. Meanwhile, in the Lightning team’s gym. When Wendy’s first message came through, Asher had five minutes left on his treadmill. He was running at a high speed to train his cardio, and he shouldn’t have stopped abruptly—it would disrupt his rhythm—but when his phone screen dimmed and her name disappeared, he couldn’t help but stop the treadmill. Just as he was about to reply, her second message came through. After reading it, it felt like a bucket of ice water had been poured over his head, dousing his enthusiasm.

“Five what??!” “Relax. I mean, it's nothing for someone like you, right?” “Someone like me, or someone like Ashley?” She shrugged but didn't say a word. "Listen, Layla, I don't have access to the resources that Ashley normally would. Valerie Thorne is just an average citizen.” Layla took a deep breath, the look on her face softening. “It sucks, doesn't it? But anyway,” she rose to her feet and grabbed her bag. “I'm sure you can figure something out.”

The mother and daughter duo were here, and they were scolding Ayesha. "Are you deaf? Take the handcuffs off now!" Lauren yelled at her. "Sorry, Mrs. But Lily told me not to take those things off without her permission!" She was on the verge of tears. "We are the family of the patient, and we are taking our family out of this filthy hospital, Ora Mismo!" Lauren was using her madam aura to a nurse so petite that she could crush Ayesha into pieces. Something that she used against me a lot before.