Lara Croft Fan Fiction Novels & Stories

She said to her empty room. She closed her eyes and said a silent prayer and continued her work only this time she didn’t hear any voice any more. Stella and Aaron. Lara is not just a name, Lara significed evil, death, torture, Pain. Lara was worst than a devil, any demon, any fend, any ghoul. Lara was the worst of them all. She was a diffrent kind of ghoul, She stood in dimlight in the room with paintings, writing her name with black paint on the white board. Every letter she wrote, She wrote it with hatred, She wrote it with anger.

They both laughed and I turned my gaze to Lara, and she just stood there with a smirk on her lips, enjoying that I was being ridiculed. Still, I didn’t react. I wasn’t going to give them a chance to see how much their words affected me. “I can’t believe he would even go that low, Lara,” the second girl scoffed. “Why her?” “I’m sure our pathetic little slut flashed her titties at him,” Lara spat, her eyes burning with hate. “She got dumped because she couldn’t suck a cock, now she’s after mine.” Her friend jabbed a finger at me. “You better stay away from him. You don’t want to mess with Lycans. If you dare think about Kade one more time, I will personally break you to pieces. I promise.”

Poor thing never wnated to be a part of his scheming reality. Lara was not only my healer or friend. Not the girl who held my hand when the world fell apart. She was the girl who braided my hair before my first shift. She was the last anchor. The one Draco placed closest to me. The one he crafted to hurt me the most, in the most brutal way. “Say something,” I whispered. My voice sounded foreign, like I was listening to another woman wearing my skin. Lara blinked slowly, then lifted her chin. “You already know what must be done.” Her voice was calm, almost gentle. The voice she used when stitching war wounds in the infirmary. "End this!! It will make Dracxo weak."

--- PERSONAL FILE Name: Lara Age: 27 Marital Status: Married. Husband: Alpha Lucien of the Wildfang wolf clan. Clan Status: Luna — unmatched bond, not marked. NOTABLE TRAITS: No inner wolf awakened. Quiet and composed under pressure. Demonstrates unusual emotional endurance and steadiness in difficult environments. Observed to be deeply loyal even where loyalty has not been returned. Carries herself with a natural dignity that does not match her recorded station. ---

she confessed. “This can’t be true…” I shook my head in disbelief. All of these seem fabricated fictional stories! Lara's eyes gleamed with a twisted satisfaction as she continued her unsettling narrative. "It's true, Liana. After my father was cast out, I was left to fend for myself. While you lived in luxury, I struggled to find my next meal," she spat, her tone dripping with bitterness. My heart clenched with guilt as I listened to her. "I had no idea about any of this, Lara. Then why am I being held captive here?”

Lara screamed angrily. "We have some work to finish, Lara. Wait for us in the house! " Leonardo yelled. "No. I'll get in regardless of what you do. Let that b*tch out! " The door was suddenly opened by the key that Mrs. Gale lent to Lara. Lara was taken aback by what she saw when the door unexpectedly opened. "Are you painting? " "What do you think? We were doing hand painting. " "I must have made that painting by my hands in collaboration with your hands, Leonardo. I'm your fiancée. "

“L-look I-I Lara...I never intended to hurt you...what happened earlier I never wanted to have happened. That was and still is my nightmare. Is not that you know what I can become, it’s when I shift...I cannot control my wolf.`` I took another hit from the joint in my hand. “I had to see it, I couldn't believe you until I saw it with my own eyes. I thought that would make me believe...now I'm not sure if I'm just going crazy now.” Lara crossed her arms in front of her chest. she walked over to the table slowly -more like limping in pain. She sat on one of the seats farthest away from me. “I would like a joint please,” Lara added, causing me to scoff and shake my head. “Lara weed will only ma

"Thank yоu, I сan оnly соnfirm that. I really liked it! I'm Lara, by the way. " " Glad tо meet yоu, Lara. I'm Jenny. " Her eyes kept сhanging between my eyes and my lips. "By the way, yоu have a really sweet friend. Dо yоu fanсy an adventure? " I didn't knоw what tо answer. What was she up tо? " What dо yоu think abоut сhanging plaсes with yоur friend? Then we соuld bоth see hоw he reaсts tо my hand. What dо yоu mean? "

She made a mental note to revisit her fantasies later, to explore and embrace the depths of passion with Roberts in a way that would rival even the most explicit of erotic stories. With a soft gasp, Lara composed herself, her body tingling with arousal. She knew that she needed to make her fantasies a reality, to explore and embrace the depths of passion that often flared. And with a determined glint in her eyes, Lara made a silent promise to herself to ignite the flames of desire with Roberts, to create their intimate moments that would rival even the most intimate union between Nina and Carlos in their secret escapades. The remainder of the flight passed by in a blur of laughter, gossip, a

"He's your kid, which makes him my brother. I'm not mad at him. Plus, he didn't do it on purpose. He was just scared I was stealing you away." A faint sense of mockery bubbled up in my chest. Right. Rowan's actions were nothing more than a flare-up of sheer possessiveness. Finn spoke up again. "Rowan has just been brainwashed by that Lara lady." I was a little surprised. "You don't like her?" Historically, Lara had always been a massive hit with the cubs. At the Royal Werewolf Academy, she had made all the students fall in love with her and become her fans after a single violin performance.