Lara Jean Covey Novels & Stories

My name is layla. I was born in 920 b.c. I was left by an apple tree in the middle of a grass field, with wild flowers. My adoptive father, Damien found me, and took me home to his wife, Isabell. They had two kids together; Phebe (age 10) and Isaiah (age 5). Isabell had Phebe at the age of 13, and Damien was only 17 years-old at the time. It was normal in 920 b.c to marry, and have kids young. My parents were only married a few months before having Phebe.

Dana spoke without turning her head. “Oh… it is pants…” Lara smiled as she locked Dana’s cupboard and skipped away happily taking the key. Dana turned around and saw that Lara placed a sky-blue jean and a navy-blue crinkle textured ruched top with a low sexy cowl neck and skinny long sleeve. Dana felt like she had crows flying round her head. “Lara Burton” Dana screamed “Get right back here.”

Lara didnt forget to praise Victoria by saying" Her highness seems to be a quick learner. she lerned in her first try unlike me who used all her childhood to make a good perfume. Victoria smiles and says" Dont praise me Lara . I must be the one praising you. Because of you i am able to make perfume now. " . Saying that victoria looks at Ara. Ara nods her head and brings her a bag of gold coins. Victoria gives the gold coins to Lara and said" You mustt come time on time to me and teach me ".

Lara said, waving a hand dramatically as she dropped onto the leather sofa. “Kian and Kiera? Please. They have your stubborn eyes and her perfect smile. Anyone with half a brain can tell.” “You tailed Benny too?" I asked, raising my brow at her. She would only know that if she had tailed him. “Yes, I was curious." She shrugged. I stood up slowly and walked over to the bar in the corner of the room and poured myself a glass of water, my mind restless. “They’re beautiful,” Lara continued, almost dreamily. “Ivana must have raised them well. I can’t wait to meet them properly. I want to wrap my arms around them and just spoil them for days.”

Marcus glared at Lara and soon walked away with his wife to attend the wedding guests. “Yes father.” The girl spoke proudly and then grinned looking at her sister, she hated the most. Jenna looked Lara from head to toe, yet again jealous of her height, long wavy hair, blue eyes and thin body. The girl was gifted with extraordinary beauty and intelligence. She was a topper in her university and was now an Economics scholar.

She was now Qiao Mo, the secretary to the President of of the Wushi Cooperation, and she was running late for work. She stormed out of her apartment building tying her long hair into a classic ponytail and wiping off the toast crumbs on her cheeks. Her long-sleeved white shirt was carefully tucked in her stripped skirt. Her purple coat hanging loosely on her leather purse almost fell off when she leaped on the bus. She still had seven minutes that, if there was no traffic would save her from a lecture from the president.

Lily asked. "Ivy Garcia. She is one of the top successful businesswomen in Washington. Very beautiful, rich and powerful. Don't you know her?" The shop attendant said excitedly. "You must be very important for her to come to look for you," she added and Lily smiled but was wondering why such a person would come to look for her.

She should have talked to him in private. Ava felt stupid as she picked up her tray and threw her half-eaten breakfast in the trash so she could keep her regular appointment with the dean. The last thing she wanted was to get Jared into trouble. Especially since it looked like she would need a whole bottle of his magic cream soon. Her stomach was already in knots as she thought about training.

I glanced at the clock barely past nine in the evening and let out a long breath that carried equal parts satisfaction and exhaustion. My stage name, “Lara Velvet,” stared back at me from the open laptop on the vanity. The thumbnail for the video we’d just finished uploading was tasteful enough for the preview: me in black lace, lips parted, eyes half-lidded with practiced desire. No one looking at that image would guess that the woman behind it was Elara Voss, the quiet, responsible daughter who still sent her parents monthly updates about her “freelance graphic design work.”

Yara Zahn… Lara Rahn… They were clearly variations of the same name. Joseph weighed his options before deciding to test Cora's reaction. He then sent her a text. "There is a woman named Lara Rahn working at Nonagon Chemical. She's actually a member of the Zahn family. She might know something about Natalie, Selena, and Kimberly. Hand her over to me."