Lara Jean Covey Room Novels & Stories

"Ms. Lynelle, I know you've misunderstood me, but 'Eternal Crown' is Lucian's life's work, and it's the team's signature production. I only want to help take some of the weight off his shoulders and make the performance even more perfect." Her voice dripped with softness, the kind that pretended to be innocent, as if she truly had the company's best interest at heart. And just like that, my creation became his life's work in their mouths. "There's one more thing." Lucian's tone hardened. "Studio One will now serve as Elara's and my main rehearsal space. Astraea, move your things to the spare room next to the storage closet." The spare room. That tiny, windowless cell.

Lara said as she suppressed a yawn. Alvria glanced at Lara as she followed her out of the dressing room. She wondered if Lara was really addressing her or if she was giving herself a pep talk. She decided to ignore her, she still had to take a walk around the house in case Simon was still up, as she was about to leave she remembered something and turned to Lara who was heading for her room. Since she was the head of all the maids present, she did not sleep in the joint room prepared for the maids, she had a room of her own situated on the first floor just beside Jared’s.

The room was a museum of Karen’s victory and Rahul’s betrayal. Lara went to bed. It was a king-size, a vast, tempting arena. She lay down, pulling the covers to her waist, the black lace of the chemise a stark, fragile contrast to the white linen. She let the mask of Karen’s ambition settle over her features, channelling the CEO’s ruthless certainty. She was the lure. She was the trap.

Miranda now spent every day cursing out scammers. However, the money she borrowed had to be returned somehow. Now that she was backed into a corner, she ridiculously decided to approach me. "Amelia, you're close to Theo, aren't you? Can you ask him to lend me some money? I'm out of options. We're roommates. Please help me. I'll be so grateful." Was she serious? Did she really think her gratitude was worth anything at all?

Luca finally stopped at a heavy wooden door and pushed it open. “Inside.” Raven hesitated for half a second before stepping in. The room was large but not extravagant. A fireplace crackled along the far wall, casting shadows against the deep mahogany furniture. A massive bed dominated the space, its black sheets crisp and untouched. Her stomach twisted. He brought her to his room. Luca stepped in behind her, closing the door with a soft click. “No more dungeons?” she muttered. He crossed his arms. “Not unless you give me a reason to put you back there.”

He had already converted one of the guest rooms into a little girl’s paradise—pastel colors, stuffed animals, fairy lights. Lara squealed with delight when she saw it. “Mommy! Look! It’s like a princess room!” Brent stood in the doorway, smiling softly. “Only the best for my favorite girl.” My heart melted. Later, after Lara had fallen asleep, I stepped out onto the balcony. The city stretched beneath us, glittering and unaware of the war quietly unfolding in our lives. Brent joined me, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind. “I’m scared,” I admitted.

“There is a first time for everything, I guess. Look at you. First, you buy sexy panties and now you’re breaking the law. Naughty girl.” “Funny,” I laughed. India hopped onto the hood and glared at me. “You know Waverly is just using Jordan to get to Maverick? She is my roommate unfortunately. I hate her enough for the both of us. She snores, she’s full of herself and if I have to hear her complain about anything again, I might beat her to death with these very shoes.” I chuckled and grabbed my door handle. “Now who’s dreaming of breaking the law?”

"But maybe it isn't such a good idea if she doesn't feel well. I'll go check up on her. Feel free to ask Julia for dinner, Jay." With that I head upstairs and find Ara sound asleep in a casual dress. Her hair is styled into a bun in the back, and she looks so peaceful that I don't want to disturb her. I head to the tower in the west wing, specifically to the room that used to be an armory and is now used as an observatory, courtesy of the time Desmond was very into astronomy. I've always liked this room, and I feel like I need to be in a good space before calling Stella to rectify the events of last night.

However, room 1623 was a luxury suite, and only a few prominent actors and influential people within the crew could stay there. Larissa's heart sank at the possibility that Cody might be meeting the producer of "Time of Childhood." She grabbed the front desk's intercom to call the housekeeping staff. "Who cleaned room 1623 today? Do you know who is staying there?" A few minutes later, someone replied, "I cleaned it, and it seems to be a female celebrity, but I don't know her." It calmed Larissa down a little. She instructed the security, "If that man enters any other room afterward, you must inform me immediately."