Lara Name Meaning Novels & Stories

I was asking it mentally. Lara bore the blood of our enemy. She was a vampire, not a pure werewolf. And my mother, having been involved with her father, had shared the vampire blood within her. I struggled to come to terms with this reality, shaking my head in disbelief. Doubts crept in, wondering if a time would come when she prioritized her royal lineage over her role as a Luna of the werewolf community. As the hours passed, doubts and apprehension began to wear off, as I couldn't ignore the glimmer of comprehension buried deep within me. Lara's origins were veiled in shadows and peril, yet she opted to embrace a life with me despite the inherent dangers.

Lara answered, "Okay mom. We will be expecting you." Mrs Emilia spoked, "Okay my daughter." The call finally disconnected and Lara took out her phone away from her ear, and just then did Mike returned back. Mike asked Lara, "What was my mom saying to you?." Lara was still carrying her baby in her arms, and Lara replied, "She said we should name her Grace." Mike hummed, "Grace, okay." Lara stared to Mike's face and she saw he looked stressed, and Lara asked him, "Ain't you going home?."

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

"I can still provide for you and Rio. You don't need to worry about that." "I know." Her voice softened. "But I want to learn to stand on my own, Arvan. I don't want to keep depending on you." I fell quiet for a moment, letting those words sink in. Lara really did have a nature that was the opposite of Reyna's. She always relied on herself. She didn't build her life around leaning on a man. "So do you have a plan?" Lara sounded hesitant before finally saying, "Would it be possible for me to join your company? To take part in the project you're currently working on with Mrs. Whitmore?"

I knelt, forcing a small smile. Lara looked at the wooden doll in her hand, dressed in a silver-white gown. "It's Daddy and Kierra." My throat tightened. "And... where's Mommy?" "You're in that house." Isaac pointed to a colorless clay figure tucked away in the furthest corner of the sand table. His voice was indifferent. Lara pouted. "Mommy, why aren't you as pretty as Kierra? She says she's the one who should be our Luna." "Lara, don't say that." I tried to touch her braids. "I missed you guys."

So, this was not him. But — princess? Of course, ‘Lara’ is my name. But that word placed in front of it made no sense at all. Nobody had ever called me that. Not in this clan and not in any version of my life that I could remember. I looked toward the doorway, trying to make the face out through the blur. Who was this person? And how did they know my name?

She took her car door from Azariah's hand and closed it, taking a smooth step letting her Teal colors knee length gown catch in the night air that didn't exist till now and rested her back on the car, Lara looked with a glint in her eyes and a smile on her lips, looking at Amy before looking at him in front of her. "Lara…behave," Azariah warned in a playful defensive voice. She didn't know if to be worried or actually chuckle awkwardly with him. "We can talk business later cousin, now let's talk about this pretty angel in front of us here, you haven't brought anyone here since who??...Chris??" Lara walked towards her graciously, and every step she took screamed Gal Gadot and she couldn't hel

Lara Lara was exhausted. After she arrived at the dwarven hub, she rode day and night to reach the elven capital. The horses were prepared in advance, so she would just jump on a fresh horse and ride on. Her arse was killing her. But she was finally in the elven capital, waiting to be summoned by the most powerful elf in Velas. Lady Sif was sitting at her desk. Lara wondered why the unusual ones always strive for power the most. Thea Sif didn't look like an elf. With slightly darker skin, much shorter in stature

he hurriedly said and turned to Lara. She hid her face from him. "Lara, it's me, I'm back," he told her. She slowly opened her eyes to look at him. Indeed, his eyes were no longer pitch black. "What do you want to know?" She whispered. "What is your mother's name, Lara?" She glanced at Brad and when he nodded, she turned to him. "Evelyn," she said softly. Brad still couldn't understand until she said her mother's name. The name sounded very familiar. He turned to her.