Novel & Cerita Lara Croft Fan Fiction

QUERY: ARCHITECT ORIGIN. The system hesitated. She felt its resistance—decades of layered security, permissions long expired, firewalls grown thick as scar tissue. But she had rewritten memory anchors in Thornfield. She had sutured corrupted cores with love letters in binary. She had spent years penetrating systems that billionaires paid fortunes to protect. This console was merely a door. And Lyra had been picking locks since she was twelve years old, sitting cross-legged on her bedroom floor, teaching herself that limitations were only suggestions.

“You’re only making this harder for yourself. Come back to me, and I’ll forgive you. I’ll forget this ever happened.” Elara snarled in response, her eyes blazing with defiance. “I’ll never come back to you, Luka. You’re a liar, a betrayer, and I will never belong to you.” Luka’s fury reached its breaking point, and with a roar of rage, he lunged at her again, his teeth snapping dangerously close to her throat. Elara barely dodged the attack, her heart pounding as she realized just how close she had come to being killed. Luka wasn’t just angry—he was out of control, consumed by his need to claim what he thought was his.

I regretted making those promises; now I felt indebted to her. "The wounds," I thought. "Lara still hasn't said how she got them." I marveled at her strength, remembering she endured the pain and still gave me what I wanted. I opened the passage door and saw her praying to the moon goddess to accept her husband's soul. The story says she never loved him and was forced to marry me, yet she was praying for him. I hadn't even done that for my brother or my parents. This supposed killer was doing it for her husband. I had to join her; it was for my dear brother Max. "May his soul rest in the bosom of the goddess, and may the universe expose his killer," she prayed. "This is fake," I thought. "I

As we rode away, I looked back at the massive stone building where our mate was trapped with the wrong Alpha. "We're going back," I told Cian as we hit the forest road. "I know," he said simply. Because now we'd seen her fear. Seen the marks on her wrists that matched ours. I saw the longing in her eyes that she couldn't quite hide. Lara was ours. And we weren't giving up on her, no matter who claimed her first.

I asked Martin. “Heard of it but haven't seen one this real,” he said as Captain Marlow took it off. “Spent almost all the money I could run away with on this,” she said dryly. “Run away, why?” I asked her. “LeVert or whatever he calls himself these days, killed my eldest sister. I wasn't about to be the next,” she said walking away. “What's your real name Captain?” I asked her. “It's Lara, Lara Croft,” she said and I sighed.

“Darling, the cake tasting was lovely. Elena is truly gifted. But I wanted to ask… is everything alright with her? She seemed a bit flushed today.” Lucas’s hand tightened on my hip. I froze against his chest. “She’s fine,” he said smoothly. “Just the heat in the bakery.” Victoria laughed softly. “Of course. By the way, I ran into an old friend of yours todayMarcus. He mentioned something interesting about your… past arrangements. He Said you’ve always had a type. Passionate, talented planners who know how to keep secrets.” My blood turned to ice. Lucas’s body went rigid beneath me.

She furrowed her eyebrows at me. "Just trying to see if I can feel my wolf yet." I sighed. "Huh?" "It's my eighteenth birthday and I still haven't gotten my wolf yet." "Wow, that's okay," she shrugged. "You don't care?" "Why would I? We can share my wolf, her name's Lara." She teased and we both ended up laughing. She took my hand in hers, "happy birthday to you." Her smile was so calming that for once in my life, I felt like everything would be alright as we headed to the rooftop. I finally had a friend to call my own. If only I'd known how drastically my life was going to change.

When I was fifteen, I went on this journey with two of my former friends and we got attacked by some rouges we barely survived but we did. I was called selfish because I had continued to go further when they asked that we turn back. They stopped speaking to me and went back to being former with me. Fay on the other hand has been through a lot for my sake. Getting punished together, getting into danger, and a lot more. I appreciate that she has been with me for a very long time. “Lara found her mate and they are together now and Kira is pregnant,” she revealed and I gasped in surprise.

“Lara Croft wears spandex but still looks hot." I glowered at the stupidity of her thoughts. Why was she comparing herself to a game character? Did she plan on freezing herself to death or was she thinking she was that indestructible? Either way, I didn’t want to find out. "Lara Croft doesn't catch hypothermia because she is a game character. She's.Not.Real."I said emphasizing each word like she was retarded. "Will you two warthogs shut up,” my gay friend, Evan, said while wrapping his arms around

"I want to check her financial records, with your authorization." "Authorized." I watched Lara get out of the car through the window; she had her bag over one shoulder, her braids loose, her face carrying the specific expression she wore when she was thinking about three things simultaneously. "Franklin — what is the most dangerous thing Crawford can bring into that room?"