Novel & Cerita A Million Miles Away Lara Avery

“My family needed money. I had no choice.” Lisa smiled awkwardly. Perhaps, if things hadn’t gone the way they did, would she have been in this young lady’s shoe too? Trying not to lower herself before the woman, she opened her bag, brought out a cheque book and signed it. Tearing it off, she offered it to the whimpering lady. “Here is a cheque of fifty million dollars. I am sure it will go a long way for your family. I have also prepared a passport and visa for you. My men will take you to the airport. You can go anywhere you want. Just make sure I don’t ever set my eyes on you. Ever. I don’t care what excuse you have to give to your family but I hope this stays off the media. You wouldn’t l

I settled in a centuries-old villa deep in the Silvercrest highlands, far from the Moonridge border. Mountains surrounded the estate on three sides, and the only road in was guarded by two checkpoints of Silvercrest warriors. I deleted every social account and cut off every connection to Moonridge Pack. For the first time in years, there were no betting tables, no whispers, and no invisible bond dragging me back to Damian. I was not ready to be found. Sometimes, Bella called through an encrypted line.

"Karma is me with a billion dollars, and you still being a bottom-feeder stuck riding the subway and eating instant noodles! Oh, and I forgot to tell you that my mom is going to call your parents later and tell them to keep you in line. "So, stop bothering me. Anyway, I'm busy shopping. I don't have time to waste on a loser like you." The line went dead, and my heart turned to ice. True to her word, five minutes later, Lara's live stream featured a video call with her mother, Lucinda Garza. Lucinda's face, always impeccably made up, was now plastered with a smile that was both fawning and cruel. "My darling daughter, I always knew you were destined for greatness. Don't you worry. I've alread

“People love to talk.” “Maybe,” she says, lowering her voice, “but they’re not laughing at you anymore.” Before I can answer, the screen flashes again — another notification. Mira frowns. “Oh. You’ll want to see this.” It’s a short clip. Lyra. In a dark hallway. Her laughter spilling like poison. And the man beside her — unmistakably from Doom’s pack, one of his high-ranking Betas. His hand on her waist, his mouth on hers. The camera angle is grainy but clear enough.

Autumn’s Pov I woke up with a bad feeling. My stomach hurt like hell. Then I looked around. It's a pack's hospital. The only room I never want to visit at home. The pain started to go but I know that I have a hole in my chest. I remembered I clawed it but I thanked the goddess that I still can be alive. I wish whatever the moon's daughter said will be true. I want a happy life, and I also want to help Ethan. However long it will take.

"You're a million miles away again." Lyra flushed. "Sorry, Ev. I guess I'm just distracted." "Is it about Arthur again?" Evelyn asked, her expression hardening. She had never approved of Lyra's relationship with the older writer. "No, it's not Arthur," Lyra said. She hesitated, wondering if she should confess the truth. But how could she possibly explain her strange ability to Evelyn, when she didn't fully understand it herself? Evelyn studied her for a long moment. Lyra felt her friend's concern like a warm wave, and she instinctively reached out with her mind to soothe Evelyn's worries.

Lara only knew this because she saw him answering his phone while driving, putting it on speakerphone, and from the photos hanging on the car dashboard. Lara had been coming from a party late at night and had to call for a ride. Cleiton was the one who answered her call. She had sat in the backseat, he had been super polite and didn't hit on her. She was high, having had a little too much to drink. She was actually working at the party as a waitress, a last-minute gig she didn't want to miss. It was a fifteenth birthday party, and the birthday girl's parents had paid extra for Lara to stay until the end and help clean up the venue, which they would have to return clean. They even paid for he

My head turned as I walked out of the living room to the only one we had. As soon as I was out of his sight, my cold frown appeared back, I knew what I had to do. To me, the world was cruel and I had every right to bite it back. My mind wandered to how I got myself into this situation. Corey and I were not blood. And the place where we were, was definitely not our home. It was a dusty place that I found eight months ago near a small but developed town that I knew as Revala.

Lara looked at his preceding figure and then at her watch. “Ohh damn! I’m going to be late again for work.” She planted her hands on her head and then instantly turned around. “I’m going for work.” “Go.. wherever you have to.” Silas spoke in much frustration not even turning to look at the girl. Lara rolled her eyes at him and then turned around walking back towards the room in much hurry. On the other hand Silas entered the elevator heading straight towards the ground floor, looking outside the glass wall of the elevator.

Evan walked to the window just in time to see Avery climb into the car beside Lacy, both girls already laughing about something. The car pulled away from the driveway. The house felt strangely quiet. Evan stood there for a moment before his phone buzzed in his hand. A news notification flashed across the screen. BREAKING NEWS: Socialite Tara Miles arrested during police operation at luxury spa. Evan’s eyes darkened slightly. So it had finally happened. The evidence he had submitted had done its job. He opened the article briefly. The report mentioned her arrest, the location, and that authorities were investigating serious charges but no details had been made public yet.