Romans & histoires Lauren Compton Feet

It was too early. I went back to the bedroom, helped Sloane change her clothes, and once I was done, I chatted with Lauren, who was complaining of a backache. ‘You should probably see a doctor,” I said, while massaging her feet, which is something I usually do when she’s been standing for a long time in the café. Dylan sometimes would laugh that I tried to do his duty, but he was usually working to provide for his family and mine, so this was the least I could do for Lauren.

After my company was bankrupted, my enemies broke both my legs. With nowhere else to turn, I had to swallow the pride I had spent my whole life holding on to and selling snacks by the busy street, just trying to survive. That day, I set up my stall like usual. Through the noise and laughter on the street, I saw Anna Henderson. She was wearing an elegant trench coat and the diamond necklace at her throat glittered. Beside her stood Marvin Abbott, her first love.

"I'm not a dwarf, Jacob. I just have small feet." "It's still the same." "Eh, what do I call you then? Giant?" I said turning to his feet. I laughed out loud. "You're a Titan!" I put our feet together and I laughed harder when mine were only half of his. His feet were really big but it's not bad to look at because it suits him. I heard Jacob snorted. "It's just a normal size for us, Lauren," he said looking at our feet next to each other.

it seems like he is right after all, Lucien has the same effect on everyone around him as well. I can't help but notice that Lauren is dressed in leather pants and a black leather jacket, and she looks like a badass biker girl. Her hair is pulled back in a tight ponytail, and she looks even more beautiful than I remembered. She's taller than I remembered too, and she has a presence about her that's both intimidating and alluring. I feel my cheeks growing warm, and I look away, hoping she doesn't notice my blush.

“And she’s staying here because of some personal reasons.” He shifted away from me, not too drastically, but enough for me to notice. Enough for it to annoy me a little too. Before I could ask another question, footsteps echoed from the staircase. Both our heads turned at the same time. It was Lauren. She wore a long bodycon dress, fitted and elegant, and she walked down those stairs like she was the lead character in some Disney princess movie. The dress was pretty, expensive looking… though definitely not as sexy or bold as mine. Mine demanded attention. Hers asked for it politely.

There was an audible gasp from the audience as they heard those words. “This is outrageous!” Donovan barked, snatching the papers. “I’ve done nothing! I demand to see my lawyer right now!” Lauren stepped forward. She was Slim and looked just like a model. She was also smart and tall and had her FBI jacket on. Her light green eyes made her soft, small face stand out more and more youthfully. Her blonde hair was tied back. “Shut up, Governor,” she said without blinking. “Or I promise, you’ll have bigger problems than legal ones.”

DOMINIC I always wondered what Sophie Laurent’s first words to me would be when she finally spoke to me personally after seven years. But contrary to what I imagined, they weren’t recognition. They were— “I can’t breathe.” A harsh cough tore through the speaker just as I pushed open the doors to Hayes’ estate. “Sophie.” My voice came out low and sharp as I glanced around. “Where are you?” “The…the stairs…” Another cough. Weak. Broken. “Blood…”

If she had left a few minutes later, she might have died in that building! "Ms. Lauren, shoes." Jimmy had everything arranged, with a new pair of shoes placed by Lauren's feet. He then handed her a clean silk handkerchief. "Ms. Lauren, wipe your face. The car is ready, and the new residence is prepared." Lauren put on her high heels, took the handkerchief from Jimmy, and wiped away the soot on her face. Burning anger glowed in her eyes, as terrifying as the flames soaring from the building.

I laughed and looked at him. "Her first word was 'Ma'. Her first step was when she was one year and one month old. Her first haircut was when she was a year and nine months old," I answered. He nodded, and I saw the sparkle in his eyes. He was genuinely happy to know even a little about Lauren, his Lauren. Our Lauren.

Lauren's face drained of all color. Her phone clattered to the ground. "No way!" "It's impossible." She muttered to herself, then frantically pounded on the heavy iron gate. "Kane, get out here!! I need to see Kane! Let me in!" Just then, thunder boomed, and a torrential downpour began. An hour later, Lauren was still kneeling in front of the iron gate. Her expensive dress was soaked through, and her long hair plastered to her face in a mess.