Lara Katseye Novels & Stories

Rossie knew her of course, the one she thought was Jared's mistress. "Hi! We met again," Lara happily greeted Rossie. "I'm sorry I couldn't introduce myself properly the other time we saw each other. I'm Lara-- a general practitioner and I've been friends with your husband for quite some time now. It's an honor to meet the wife of the great Danielle." "It's nice to meet you too." Rossie doesn't know what to say. Lara probably knows who she is so she doesn't have to say her name. And the woman was a chatterbox.

Ingrid teased and Dex frowned while Catherine laughed. ‘She’s laughing more’ Lyra thought. “I was on the verge of stealing your position because Lyra was such a great dancer.” Catherine countered which made Lyra blushed a bit. “Hey! I worked hard on the audition.” Dex pouted and after a while there was some silent eating. Lyra caught a glimpse of Catherine who sighed and seemed a bit tired. It was the Catherine she knew. Her monotone Catherine. Lyra shook her head when that thought came ‘Her monotone Catherine?’ She couldn’t take it, anymore so after she finished her food, she grabbed her bag.

Or was it fear? She stepped closer, her eyes locking onto his. "Look at me, Cyrus," she commanded softly but firmly. He hesitated for a moment, then slowly lifted his gaze to meet hers. Lara searched his eyes, trying to read the truth in them. Were they the same eyes she had seen in her dream, cold and empty? Or was she letting her fears cloud her judgment?

They turned to see tall, beautiful dark haired woman standing a few feet away with a smirk on her face. Leah had to admit. She felt a momentary bit of jealousy upon first seeing the woman. The woman looked graceful and elegant. Leah felt almost homely compared to this woman, and the smirk on the woman’s face didn’t make things any better. Leah almost felt like smacking the smirk right off her face. Was this bitch one of Ray’s ex-lovers? She wouldn’t be surprised. After all, Ray was a very handsome and sexy man. He had no doubt had many past lovers to satisfy his needs. He was a wolf after all. Wolves have been rumored to have a very high sex drive.

Luis said to her and led her to his room. Luis turned on his laptop and quickly went into his email. He opened the mail. Sheila Williams, 25 years, caucasian, North Africa, Western Sahara. Luis went through all the other details of the lady. His eyes widened "This can't be," Luis said and Lily looked at him questioningly. "She's been dead for 10 years now. We need to speak with Nora?" he said. "Why?" Lily asked "She is related to Nora," Luis said and Lily gasped.

Lara Karber — Early Life and Upbringing (17th Century) Lara Karber was born in the winter of 1652, in a rural settlement on the edge of a forested region, far removed from major cities and centers of learning,She was the third child and the second daughter in a household that valued endurance over affection. From early childhood, Lara was remarkably beautiful. Her beauty was quiet rather than striking—balanced features, pale skin, clear eyes that observed more than they revealed. It was not a beauty shaped by adornment or effort; it existed naturally, and for that reason, it was treated with caution rather than pride. In her world, beauty in a girl was not considered a blessing, but a liabil

he asks her and her eyes darkens, changing from innocent doe eyes to seductive siren. “Yeah, she can watch” Lara says and tugs at her camisole strap. Oh god…

Her graceful nose and full lips gave her an unearthly beauty, as if she belonged to some heavenly realm rather than this fractured world. Then there was Lara, the youngest of the group. Her vibrant, orangish bob gleamed under the light, its silky strands a striking contrast to her bold cyan eyeshadow. Her doe-like eyes, accentuated by precise eyeliner and a subtle sweep of highlighter beneath, gave her a personality of radiance that was as captivating as it was alarming.

“I'm Lara Jim. The head maid and female butler of this house. Please feel free to call me Lara.” Lara introduced herself to Rose with a smile. She didn't know why but she felt a feeling of liking towards Rose the moment she saw her. Maybe it's because of the fact that she is the only human of the opposite sex Alex has brought into this house. She cared less about her relationship to Alex but she liked Rose and the way she carried herself.

He found a table about five feet away, close enough I could see him but far for privacy. Lara was already waiting, looking hot as hell in her short dress. We’ve been tight since high school. She’s divorced now, loaded from the settlement, and she only keeps young boys around for their dick. Straight up tells me she drains them dry and sends them packing when they get attached. “Hey baby, you look so good,” she said, pulling me into a tight hug, her tits pressing against mine. “That body is still killing it. David must be going crazy at home.”