Lara Croft Fan Fiction Novels & Stories

Through the torn booth curtain, I saw a small hand clutching a candy stick, its edge glinting crimson under the faint, flickering neon lights. ‘It’s your time to run, Elara. Make her believe you're still hiding and sneak out,’ I told myself. ‘Just take a deep breath and sneak.’ I took a deep breath and started crawling on the hard ground. My injured leg hurt like hell. I pushed my body forward slowly but urgently with my feet. But, for my bad luck, I hit an aluminum bowl with my foot. I tensed up, and before I could react, the little girl ran into the cart and attacked me.

she looks so cute with her shyness. Why do my sexy beast looks so beautiful in this midnight today???? "Aiden stop....!!!!tsk tsk...."She whisper yelled at me. But I didn't stop because i can't. I want to feel the warmth of her lips and taste it. She closed her eyes and tried to turn back but i grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards me. **************** Lara's POV

— Roman media, making my eyes lie down on the investigation. It would be a complete debacle. Lara has put in a ton of work, making extraordinary strides in her change from feral to average human, yet remains obtuse towards specific issues. For example, yesterday, I heard her advising an accomplice to stop being a girl and hit the way her girlfriend kissed her dearest companion. The young lady really couldn't understand! She's been crying ever since she bombed her variable-based math test! Obviously, he said his final goodbyes to the girl shortly after leading his supposed companion through an entire passage by pulling on her hair. It was an extremely crazy day. "Assuming you need it, I can d

“Oh really? Then what do you call all that just now, the racing heart, the cravings, the way his touch made you freeze? You’ve read enough romance novels to know those are signs of a budding love story.” “It was just a moment. A mistake. I was shocked, that’s all.” “Are you trying to convince me or yourself? Don’t forget, we share one body. I feel everything you do.” Lara said smugly. “And besides, weren’t you just using books to describe the King earlier? Now suddenly books are wrong?” I glared at nothing. “You’re enjoying this way too much.” “Oh, I’m loving it. You tried to seduce the King, but you’re falling for his son instead. I couldn’t write this better if I tried.” Lara said, still l

“You don’t get it. This meeting is important, and we have schedules to keep. I don't have time to waste.” “Then go for it, simple. I am not your bodyguard.” “But you are supposed to be on that pitch.” “To say things you and I worked on together. Look, babe, whether I stay back or not, you have all it takes to seal that deal.” This was one thing about Victoria that I never really understood She loved to push just to see how far she could go before I broke, and it infuriated and excited me. She knew what she wanted and knew how to get it, unlike Elara, who could almost pass for a remote-controlled robot.

She even pulled up the details of the photo to support his explanation and the time on it was May 15, 2021. “Oh.” I said, too stunned for words. Lara smiled. “So… will you consider my son's offer?” Jordan's face turned red. “It's not my …” “Will you?” Lara smiled. “I've always wanted a daughter-in-law.” Jordan rolled his eyes. “You have one already.” “Oh please, I don't like Kylie,” She snorted, then pulled me close. “I like Mariam.” “Marie,” I corrected.” “Even better.” Lara smiled, pulling me out of the restaurant.

Duncan asked, and she lifted her head with a mischievous glint in her eyes. The upset look on her face was soon turned into a silly smile as the sides of her lips curled upwards. "You could read it. It might help you with ideas to make your mate..." Lara trailed off to wiggle her brows before adding, "... You know." "You are unbelievably rotten," Duncan groaned. "Now, back to Thorlon." He returned the book to her, and she grunted in response, rolling her eyes at him. "I do not know. I just know I used to see him in my dreams way before we met that day," Lara said, pausing to rub at the spot the arrow had pierced through.

Clarissa hoped that they would come back from their fencing session less aggressive. Mimi didn’t think so. ‘Thiers is a rivalry of love. It will continue until there is no doubt in their minds who you belong to.’ Clarissa groaned. She didn’t belong to anyone, and she was getting tired of people trying to own her. She was a person, not an arm ornament. Stefan Lotus and Eriyumilai stayed back in their room, lounging with Clarissa and Mimi. If they all wanted to be lazy today, then let them. He had something else on his mind, which he didn’t need them for.

~Elara~ ‎‎‎ ‎I rise slowly, scanning the shadows. A flicker catches my eye, movement along the rafters. ‎ ‎I don’t think. I move. ‎ ‎A knife whistles through the air where my head was seconds ago, embedding itself into the stone. ‎ ‎“Coward!” I snarl. ‎

Lara felt inspired to turn her bitter experiences into a book. "Would anyone even buy it? Hehe... why bother reading other people's life stories?" Lara chuckled to herself. But, actually, what she experienced was truly like a story in a romance novel. The difference was, her story fell into the thriller genre, not pure romance. Sometimes, Lara also felt that the scriptwriter of her life was so troublesome. "If only my life were written by someone... I'd definitely visit their house and protest! The writer is so cruel!" Lara grumbled irritably while flipping through the pages of the nearly finished novel.