Haunted Laura Les Lyrics Novels & Stories

Laura shouted beating her hands on the ground. Her eyes were red, she was sucked in Tracy's blood, she looked Miserable, with all the marked she gets from the beating at the village. She screamed, yelled, cried and nothing will ease her pains. "Moon goddess, I'm sorry I shouted at you, I was so disrespectful, I don't hate you, I will be a good person, I will worship you all my life, you see this beatings, it's doesn't pain at all, I will repent and you won't have anything to complain I promise, I don't mind if I will get attacked again and they will beat me up till I pass out again, I don't mind if they will spread salt on the beatings instead of pepper, I swear I won't scream, I won't quest

It felt like fire licking through my bones. I bent forward as a cough tore out of me. “What… is… happening…?” The air shifted around me. Thickened. A scent wild, metallic, raw hit me like a blow. It clawed into my lungs, dizzying, intoxicating, wrong. “Laura?” Lyra whispered. Her voice carried a tremor. She took a hesitant step toward me. “Stop!” The word burst out of me too deep, too harsh. It vibrated through the room, slamming into the walls.

Till death do us part. Laura's hands flew to her head. She pulled at her hair. Anything to make it stop. "You're not real. You're not here." I'm more real than you think. I'm in your blood now. In your soul. Laura's marks flared with golden light. Pain shot through her chest like fire. She screamed. Kieran's laughter echoed in her mind. Go ahead. Use your power. Burn yourself out. The golden light flickered and died. Laura gasped for air. Her lungs felt like they were filled with smoke.

With trembling hands, she pulled a shawl around her shoulders and edged toward the door. Moonlight spilled through the hallway like thin milk, pale and unforgiving, revealing the stairwell and the dark waiting at its bottom. The house looked hollow in that light, emptied of anything that might protect her. She stood there and listened. Footsteps came again, soft but unmistakable, the careful weight of someone who did not want to be heard and yet did not intend to leave. There was no one else in the house. There was no innocent reason for anyone to be on her porch at this hour.

I whispered, kneeling by the bed. Laura’s eyes opened, cloudy and pale. “Lyra… my little spark. You shouldn't have come. The Crowne… he’s restless.” “I’m here now,” I said, clutching her frail hand. Suddenly, a howl ripped through the night—long, low, and terrifyingly familiar. It wasn't a warning; it was a summons. “He knows,” Laura wheezed, her grip tightening on mine. “The moment you stepped onto this soil, the bond snapped back into place. Run, Lyra.”

“Thank you… for everything. I don’t know what I would have done without you.” Before I could say anything else ... my phone started ringing. Of course... Because heaven forbid Lorenzo gets one peaceful emotional moment. I groaned... walking to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water. “It’s Laura.” Echo crossed her arms. “What does she want this time?” “We are about to find out.” I answered on speaker. “Hello?” “I TOLD YOU THIS HOUSE IS HAUNTED!” she screamed. “I SHOULDN’T HAVE GONE THERE!” Echo slapped both hands over her mouth to hold in her laughter... I almost choked on my water.

“ This can’t be ! I refuse to believe this !!! My daughter…..My daughter……..She can’t be dead . She can’t be !!!!! “ said Laura with a huge scream . “ Laura ! Get yourself together ! “ said mr Karlo with a worried expression . “ My daughter……because of this family , because of these rules , because of the people who wanted to hurt her……….’ She is now gone . My little baby is couldn’t even live her life properly . She couldn’t even live her life………Antonia !!!! Antonia……please come back………Antonia…….ANTONIA !!!!!!!! “ screamed Laura with all her soul in a desperate way before she exploded in tears . She screamed so loudly and in such despair that she ended up fainting in the arms of mr Karlo .

“They keep hitting on me, and darts keep getting stuck in their body parts. Pure coincidence, believe me.” “How can you listen to this crap all day?” “It's my favorite band!” “I thought you were listening to classical music." Laura looks at me befuddled. "When was that?" "Nevermind! I’m only wondering how long you intend to keep this up.” "Until the day I die." Laura forms a flawless 'o' with her lips before covering them with her hand in an expressive gesture. "Oops, I keep forgetting that I can't. Haha!" “You give me no choice. I’ll call Paul and tell him everything.”