Lara Jean And Peter Novels & Stories

As if he wasn’t a weirdo himself. “Hi, Peter.” My voice was wary. “What are you doing here?” Up close, he looked… different. He was dressed casually but cleanly; Levi jeans and a fitted sweatshirt, his dark hair messily tousled. He looked like one of those effortlessly handsome guys in a rom-com. “Oh, I just came to help Lara with some of her things.” My jaw nearly hit the floor. Since when was he and Lara a thing?

“Are you blind?” After rubbing my nose, I frowned and said, “Sorry. I didn’t do it on purpose.” “You did!” “Alright, Lara. It’s just an accident,” said Peter. She pouted. Instead of targeting me, she asked Peter, “Is Boris here?” “He hasn’t returned yet.” That woman named Lara was even crankier after hearing that. She glared at me. “Don’t ever show up in front of me again, you little bitch!” She grunted coldly. She then raised her head proudly and sashayed away.

"First, you never saw *Some Kind of Wonderful*, and now *Mannequin*. You are not very '80s cultured." "I did love Duran Duran," Jennifer pointed out, as Lara dropped to the floor and began to attach a stocking to the garter clasps. Lara couldn't resist, Jennifer’s crotch only inches away. "Well, I am hungry like a wolf." "So bad," Jennifer said, as Lara's hot breath and hands had her weak at the knees and wet in the crotch. "But I'm not on the prowl," Lara said, as she moved to another clasp.

Lara's POV "That bastard Calvin!" I looked at Liam when I heard his angry voice. After a while, he looked at me and my heart beat rapidly. That look was different, and I knew what he wanted to do. "H-Hey! Don't look at me like that!" I said to him as I tried to cover my body with my hands. He grabbed my arms and quickly walked out of the venue door. My heart was pounding with nervousness until we got inside the elevator.

“Are you sure about what you’re saying?” Lara is no ordinary girl. She was Pascal’s daughter. The most cunning man she had ever known. Of course, she couldn’t believe what her maid was saying. “Then keep an eye on her. Do something to expose her cunning. I don’t want Mike to marry that bastard’s daughter!”