Lara Ketchum Novels & Stories

the brunette said nudging Roman who gave him a death stare. “good morning princess, sorry theses idiots are here, these are Harry and Elijah” Harry was a brunette with green eyes while Elijah was hazel eyed with tattooed skin. “guys, this is Camila” “she looks good and I’m sure she’s also good in...” Harry started to say but he was cut off by Roman digging his eyebrow into his stomach. Harry fell to the ground with a dramatic groan and Elijah rolled his eyes. I chuckled.

"Lara, meet Harriet. Our new Luna." He turned to me. "Harriet, this is Lara. Ginger’s mom and my Beta’s wife." Lara quickly handed the spatula to Ginger and wiped her hands frantically on her apron. She reached out to shake my hand, and I took it. "You are welcome to our pack," she said, her voice warm. "You look so, so pretty." Then, she paused. Her smile faltered just a little as she tilted her head, sniffing the air. "You are... not human?"

“Get the princess some food and water. And keep an eye on her. This is important, so no pissing about.” John lifts his chin, chest puffing out slightly as he solemnly nods. “Aye. I will take care of her.” The alpha looks my way, a slight smirk on his lips, before he strides over to Fergus. John rushes to his horse, pulling out supplies from his pack, while the girl just watches me with suspicion. I quickly look away from the brand on her neck. "Hi there," I say. "I’m Liana." "I know who you are."

Luna caught a butterfly and ran happily to a servant. Lara smiled, "You're getting faster, Miss Luna. You even managed to catch a butterfly." "I'm great, right?" "Yes, very great." The praised little girl smiled even brighter. "Lara." "Yes, Miss?" "I want watermelon." "Okay, I'll get it for you." Luna was truly adored here. They granted almost every request of hers, but Heather often felt helpless because of the girl's fragile health. She couldn't have too many cold things but loved ice cream.

She could feel something coming from the pup, as if it were reaching for her. She smiled. “What’s your name, pup, and how old are you?” “My name is Carter, and I’m thirteen.” They stood swaying side to side with Carter’s arms wrapped lightly around Leah’s waist. He was the same height as Leah, but she could already tell he would be well over six feet tall once he stopped growing. He had dark hair and blue eyes that were reminiscent of Ray and Francesca, and she had a suspicion that he was related as well, but she didn’t know how.

Ed extended his hand. “Lara Burton, model at Dazzler. Black sheep of the Burton clan.” Lara shook hands with Ed with a light laugh to hide her shyness. Ed looked at the Lara with a smile “Never knew there would be a day that I see you shy.” “Who’s shy? You’re the shy one.” Lara turned her head haughtily. “Yes… yes... I am shy.” Ed agreed readily. He decided to follow Frank’s and Ben’s shameless footsteps.

Rachel “Jayce, can you take care of Liam while I bring the milk for him?” I asked, making Jayce sigh at my request. “Fine, give him me,” He cuddled, crying Liam in his arms who had just woken up from his slumber. “Don’t act sad, you’re the one who wanted to join me here,” I said, looking at Jayce’s sad face as I went to the kitchen for Liam’s milk. “I’m not sad, maybe nervous.”

Why is she being nice to me? Lara is a beautiful lady, maybe 50 years old. Her blue eyes are kind, her brown hair has grey streaks through it as is tied neatly at the back of her head. She seems like the mother hen. I shake my head at her as she nods to me. “Everything is there. Head to the south wing and clean it. Every room. Another girl will come to help you shortly.” Lara walks in front of me and leads me to the cleaning closet. I grab the cart and head the way she pointed.

Years back, Phoenix, - known by her true name, Lara Kingston, - was the ideal angelic child any parent could ever wish for. She was fondly called Lara the meek at her elementary school, due to her calm and friendly nature. At the age of five, Lara Kingston was the most lovable pupil in her class. She never ceases to amaze her teachers and classmates with her level of humility and generosity.

All because Krishna wished it so. Pat follows me out onto the field, but tactfully separates herself from me as we select our equipment. I have already spooked her, and I don't think that is bad. I wear strong sunglasses, gray tinted. As I gather my bow and arrows, an anemic-looking young man with thick glasses and headphones speaks to me. "You're new, aren't you?" he asks. "Yes. My name is Lara Adams. Who are you?" "Seymour Dorsten." He offers his hand. "Pleased to meet you."