Lauren Shoemaker の小説・ストーリー

Not long after she typed something on it, a disheveled woman in a long white coat walked in. Maurice who was busy scouring her shop and inventory for items useful for her planned escape momentarily stopped, her eyes going to the woman she immediately assumed to be the laboratory owner. Maurice guessed correctly because this lady scientist was indeed the owner and chief researcher of this underground laboratory. Her name was Lauren Walker, Paul 's cousin from the mother side. She was a biologist whose main job was to dissect and research human specimen in hopes of discovering or furthering people's knowledge on how to treat cancer and other incurable diseases. Of course, she was also someone

“I, Antonio Costa, of the Brazilian Group, release my power to you, Ms. Sincere Rose Zyte.” “I, Alezeya Williams, of the Georgia Group, release my power to you.” “I, Jessica Maine, of the Washington Group, release my power to you.” “I, Noah Timber, of the New Mexico Group, release my power to you.” “I, Nakia Ahmed, of the Canadian Group, release my power to you.” The moment I’ve been waiting for has come. I stand across from Lana. Though she is keeping her composure I know she hates this.

She was now Qiao Mo, the secretary to the President of of the Wushi Cooperation, and she was running late for work. She stormed out of her apartment building tying her long hair into a classic ponytail and wiping off the toast crumbs on her cheeks. Her long-sleeved white shirt was carefully tucked in her stripped skirt. Her purple coat hanging loosely on her leather purse almost fell off when she leaped on the bus. She still had seven minutes that, if there was no traffic would save her from a lecture from the president.

God might know how many of them were related to me or my family, I feared. Lauren wasn’t hard to miss. She was the only one at this party who carried a bright red outfit, while the others easily blended into the wall with their white fabric on their bodies. She was there, standing near the end of the room talking with a figure whom I couldn’t recognize, but, looking at Lauren’s smile and eyes that were hardly open, I wrote the fact that she was under the influence of a great amount of hard liquor. I walked toward her, and only then did I see the one person she was having a giggling conversation with. It was the greatest asshole the world had ever seen, Jonathan Stephens. One after another, a

That made me chuckle again and get a confused look from my brothers, I only shook my head letting them know I will tell them later. She ran towards him making him shift at once and try to block her attack but it was no use. She was too fast and too strong for him to be able to fight back. It was over in minutes his blood dripped down her mouth and she was covered in it over her head, shoulders and front paws. His mate was screaming from feeling him dying, Kenny shifted back and stomped over to her slapping her hard bringing her screaming to a complete stop. She was still fuming and her anger could be felt for miles I was sure, "You sat in that pack house pretending to be this packs Luna, tur

Lauren had shouted with so much vehemence and bitterness shocking Maya. Maya had thought Lauren was more of a shy type, she had tried setting her up with a few good guys but Lauren never liked any of them and she had not voiced out her interest in Jason she had been a fan but now it was more than obvious what she had been a fan of back then or rather to who.

So I've lived my life since Lucas death paying less attention to what people think of me and more of making myself better and richer and untouchable and that isn't going to stop, ever. I wrap myself up with the thick white towel and once dried, I get myself ready and pick out a black high waist skirt and a blue, silk, short sleeve top and I put on my six-inch black heel which I picked out of my closet. I applied my make-up and I decided to tie my hair into a neat ponytail before leaving the room. I run into Lauren my housekeeper holding a basket of clothes on my way down the stairs and I smiled warmly at her. Lauren is a middle-aged, black woman with brown-grey hair and adorable brown eyes a

I agreed. I have a class on the third floor. The students in that class were the children of the most important werewolves in the Ethereal Hunters. I received a mysterious look from a male student in the corner of the class when I introduced myself. I ignored it because my undercover mission was so important now. “I’m Lorraine. I’m the class president here. What’s your name and what’s your wolf’s name,” a hand reached out to me. “Lauryn Anderson.” I responded to her without shaking her hands. Lorraine looked annoyed. She folded her arms.

She asks sweetly and I happily nod my head while Lucas just stares at her. “So to start with the most obvious one. No, I am not his sister, we just work together.” She answers and my eyes widen. “Oh god. Don’t tell me you work in IT.” I say as I remember Carter telling me his ex-used to work with him. “Oh, so you did tell her about Angela.” She teases Lucas and he just rolls his eyes, “No, I am not Angela, his ex and to put you at ease. I am happily married with a kid. Lucas and I are just coworkers. Well, I am his boss actually.”

Damn, nosy males. Stepping out of the shower, I wrapped myself in a towel, then wrapped my hair in another one. I grabbed my old paddle brush and went to sit down at the vanity. I kinda wish we could link Cleo. I would like to talk with her more. I liked her, Aura said. Yea. I think we can still link Blaine and Lainee since we're still in their pack, I retorted. Yes! Let's try it! She replied excitedly.