Lara Ketchum Novels & Stories

Whether it was sneaking into the kitchen for extra cookies or convincing his cousins to play hide and seek in forbidden areas, Liam was the ringleader of their escapades. Elara, with her raven-black hair and emerald-green eyes, was the heart of the group. She had a calm and nurturing demeanor, often mediating disputes between her brothers and cousins. Elara possessed a quiet strength that belied her age, and her intuitive nature made her a comforting presence for everyone around her.

Written by Evelyn Mba ©®©® THE IMAGE IN HIS HEART The weather cold and warm, sending warmth to each body. The leaves rustle hard. The birds did their thing. King Nicklaus walked alongside with Lara, they were headed to the waterfall. Her favorite place, where she can spend a whole day. Kali, did you bring the crayons? Lara asked and Kali nodded. I would never forget such Princess. Kali said. You forget a lot of things Kali. Lara said.

Brietta waved for her while holding a bag of bread. Lara frowned and immediately rushed to her to get her behind the tree, and looked around if someone else was around. "What are you doing?!" Lara gripped Brietta’s wrists, "We don’t know the killer is and you know this is an important mission. Do you want me to get caught? Stupid Brietta, your head is full of fire and not thinking well."

I mutter, rolling my eyes. She smiles faintly and steps forward with the first aid box. Lara—the pack’s nurse. She cares for others, especially her Alpha, more than herself. While the rest hide away, she has been trying her best to help, unafraid of catching infection of the disease that has taken everything from us.

Eliza's POV Lara Chen didn't look like a dragon slayer. She looked like someone's favorite aunt—soft curves, silver-streaked hair pulled into a loose bun, reading glasses perched on her nose. She wore a cardigan the color of oatmeal and held a porcelain teacup with both hands. Her office smelled like lavender.

he relayed his first impression of Lara Smith. Lara can't look at him straight into the eyes and she was mostly silent during their conversation. "Yes, she looks like an introvert person. And you know what, she's been working at Etoile Cosmetics for so many years now as part of the cleaning department. She told me about her dream in life, and I've decided to help her reach her goals." relayed Amanda. "Oh, really? What do you have in mind?" Emmett suddenly became interested with Amanda's idea.

The days in the Omega quarters were still passing by slowly and by time. I kept my head down during the day, scrubbing floors and washing clothes like a good little Omega. But, every night I trained in the woods with Nyx to keep my strength growing intact. My body kept growing stronger. My shift came faster. I could feel the power forming inside me like a storm about to burst. “Do you remember,” Nyx said. “Laman got angry at a toy and his tiny fist cracked the wooden crib in half.”

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.

“Guided them with what, exactly? A wooden spoon?” We all laughed as we moved to our seats. Luke and I sat opposite each other, with Calista next to me and Jaxon across from her. Calista gave me a warm glance as she handed me a glass of sparkling cider. “I hear you are Lyra’s sister-in-law,” she said softly. “Any friend of Lyra’s is a friend of mine.” My heart squeezed at that. “We weren’t really close friends before,” I admitted. “But she was kind to me when she didn’t have to be. And since she came back, we’ve reconnected and are now good friends. She even helped me when I was confused about my connection with Luke.”

Her finger was trembling as she pointed at me, her eyes filled with fear and fury. Ramon instantly panicked and latched onto Perry's arm. "Mr. Jones, how is this possible? Lara is the last student Ms. Mystic has taken on! How could Mr. Green replace her over something unimportant like this? Isn't he afraid of offending Ms. Mystic?" "Unimportant?" I cut him off coldly, my gaze slicing across Lara's face like a blade. "That dress was something her mother poured her heart and soul into. She spent three months begging an embroidery master before they finally agreed to teach her. The hidden patterns inside were a protective charm her mother embroidered stitch by stitch. Is that considered unimpor