Novel & Cerita Throttled Lauren Asher

I infused my voice with a practised steadiness, honed over the years in an effort to mask my emotions. Thalia's gaze lingered on me for a heartbeat longer, her expression inscrutable as if she were sizing up the depths of my soul. Then, with a slight inclination of her head, she turned to Asher. “I think I’ll go freshen up. It’s been a long journey,” she said, her voice light yet carrying an unmistakable undertone of fatigue. Asher nodded, gesturing toward the hallway that led to the bathroom with a welcoming smile.

It was like she disappeared off the face of the earth. “Well,” I said, trying to keep my tone light, “she can’t do anything anymore. What happened has already happened. It’s done.” Asher nodded slowly, then reached into his coat and pulled out a business card. “I started a small company here in New York,” he said, passing it to me. “After everything with the old one went down. A few big names, including Luther’s father, said they’d attend the luncheon I’m hosting. Just trying to start over… peacefully this time.”

“You’ve been hiding in my tunnels.” Vesper’s knives lifted. “Mara.” Mara’s gaze moved to me. And my mark flared so hard I nearly screamed. “There you are,” Mara whispered. “My ashbound.” Dax’s voice went low. “You don’t speak to her like that.” Mara’s attention finally acknowledged him. Her smile turned faintly amused. “Ashthorne. Still breathing.” Then her eyes dropped to the covenant tether linking me to Dax. Her eyebrows lifted. “Oh.”

"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.

Dominic Thompson 's deep, magnetic voice carried a hint of teasing. "It's not like that, isn't it Atlas getting married today?" Lauren Serrano asked, she was stunned! "Today is my wedding." Dominic Thompson 's thin lips slightly moved, the light in his eyes becoming more wanton. "Sorry, I... I was wrong, I thought it was Atlas wedding. " Lauren Serrano could not remain calm, it was such an awful that she only wanted to escape.

"If it’s about Luxe business, I’m sure I can stay—" "It’s not," I interrupted sharply. "Lauren, could you give us a minute?" Warren said with an awkward smile. Her eyes narrowed, but she slid off the desk and brushed past me, the faint scent of expensive perfume trailing behind her. When the door clicked shut, Warren rubbed the back of his neck. "Sorry about that. She’s been… needing help adjusting." I didn’t respond. I just took a breath and said, "It’s Ashley. Fred’s fiancée. She’s missing."

She shoves it in my hand. Dear Sky Thorne, We have considered your application. We are happy to say, you and your sister have been accepted into Alpha Asher's annual party! Your invitations will arrive in four days, along with your instructions and gifts. Congratulations, Alpha of Desire.

“Tone it down.” “Hey,” Rhett protested. “I’m not…” “We’ll just…” Aislen gestured with her head and eyes down the hallway to Lauren. “Before we lead Jessica any further astray.” Lauren laughed, a genuine belly laugh. “Oh goodness,” she surprised Aislen by throwing her arms around her and embracing her tight. “You are such a breath of fresh air, Aislen,” she said as she leaned back. “One of the truly genuine people I’ve ever met. Thank you. Thank you so much, for Jessica,” she rubbed her hand over her daughter’s head fondly. “And for Havermouth. And…” For being a good friend, she thought but didn’t say, and Aislen’s cheeks heated.

*** Lauren's phone rang while she was sleeping in the room. A restricted number. She connected it. "Hello?". It was Madeline Carter. "Hi Lauren, you haven't opened I*******m since seven hours now. I sent something interesting". She disconnected the line. Lauren immediately opened her I*******m chats with Madeline Carter. It was Caleb Monroe in bed with a strange woman. Lauren trembled in shock. The restricted number came in again. Lauren reluctantly connected it. "I have another news for you Lauren Lancaster. Are you aware that your best friend Amy whom you thought had been practicing law in Los Angeles have been in Beverly Hills for three years, secretly meeting Ethan Whitmore?".

Letting it rot in silence. But instead, his thumb moved. Asher: Come over. Before I change my mind. He hit send. No hesitation. No plan. And when the read receipt appeared immediately, followed by three dancing dots, his chest tightened, because now he had to mean it. Luca: Now? Asher: Yes. Before your handlers realize you’re missing. Luca: I don’t have handlers. Asher: Please. Your wedding planner has a kill switch. The dots disappeared. No reply.