Haunted Laura Les Lyrics Novels & Stories

(Laura) I woke up with headache . I opened my eyes and found myself in an unrecognizable room . The wall of the room is painted in dark grey and everything is match with black . This is definitely not my likeable place . I hate darkness because I am scared of it. I hate every thing and person that scares me . I looked around for some minutes and then looked at my hands , rubbing my hands together with nervousness. I don't know where am I and what will happen.

He stumbled, the force knocking his stride, but he pushed on, a snarl ripping from his chest. “Lucan!” she cried again, sobbing his name as blood rolled down his side. Her tears fell harder now, each drop burning with terror. She clung tighter, terrified he would collapse beneath her. The gates loomed ahead, shadows stretching high against the flickering torchlight. By the time Lucan staggered across the clearing, Laura’s arms were slick with his blood, her cries growing hoarse. “Open the way!” she screamed, her voice tearing through the night. “Help him!”

She just couldn’t win, could she? “I give, Jill! I surrender!” she shouted, her voice carrying like crazy through the stairwell. “You win! Uncle! Uncle! I can never be you. Dylan and Mike can’t even tell me that you left them more money than God. You are perfect from the grave! You even made the balls on the warlock waitress at Jeddy’s! You’re a fucking legend!” Laura’s arms outstretched as she screamed the word “legend,” her shoes flying out of her hand and tumbling down the metal railings, plink, plunk, plonk as they rattled and rolled, landing who knows where.

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.

Joanna was brought in, her condition shocking—her skin was as pale as paper, her eyes completely black, with black bloodstains around her lips. "Let's begin," the Shaman motioned for me to lie in the center of the runes. Just then, Scott suddenly took off his leather jacket and covered my eyes with it. "Don't look." His voice was surprisingly gentle. "It's going to hurt a lot." In the darkness, I felt his presence near. "I'll make it up to you... no matter what." The ritual began. Agony, like a thousand knives stabbing my body simultaneously, coursed through me. I heard my own screams, felt my body being torn apart from the inside. Blood flowed from my nose, ears, and eyes.

I want you to punish me passionately. Luca said nothing but drove the car in utter silence. "Honey~" Hecara purred as she slipped her hand inside his suit. "Please behave while I'm driving," Luca hissed and pulled her hand out. Hecara pouted and hugged his arm, "Don't ignore me, please..." "..." Luca pushed her back to her seat but she would stubbornly snuggle back to his side and giggled. ... In another time zone... Helena walked alone along the empty alley. Her whole body trembled. Her beautiful face had drained out of its brightness and left her with a pale complexion. She felt so sick and hungry on top of all.

“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.”

"Anastasia, I know you. Don't try to act tough. If you don't show up, I'll send you a picture of Celeste... in pieces." "Is that so?" I nudged Celeste, who was sitting next to me. "Say something to her." Celeste, who had been silent this whole time, suddenly burst out laughing, her laughter echoing clearly into Shadow's ears on the other end. There was a long silence. I could almost picture the expression on Shadow's face right now.