Lara Name Meaning の小説・ストーリー

Whoever had placed me there had vanished. So they named me Lara. It was a plain name, chosen without affection, and it became one of the most well-known stories in the pack. The elders loved to reach for it when they needed to remind me of my place. A nobody, they would say. A girl who dared to reach for the top despite being classless. And then a seer had opened her mouth, and everything had gotten so much worse. A girl born marked, she had proclaimed. One who will bring destruction. Five words. That was all it had taken to seal my fate, and I couldn't do anything about it.

She even pulled up the details of the photo to support his explanation and the time on it was May 15, 2021. “Oh.” I said, too stunned for words. Lara smiled. “So… will you consider my son's offer?” Jordan's face turned red. “It's not my …” “Will you?” Lara smiled. “I've always wanted a daughter-in-law.” Jordan rolled his eyes. “You have one already.” “Oh please, I don't like Kylie,” She snorted, then pulled me close. “I like Mariam.” “Marie,” I corrected.” “Even better.” Lara smiled, pulling me out of the restaurant.

Her name was Lara. She possessed high, delicate cheekbones that looked as if they had been carved from the mountain itself, dark, sweeping hair that fell in tangled, unruly waves past her shoulders, and a striking, angular jawline that held an undeniable air of innate sovereignty. Her features were a splitting image identical to Elara whom she had never met across the vast sea, a flawless mirror image born of a bloodline she didn't fully comprehend. Yet, where that unknown counterpart lived with the healthy, flushed warmth of a fertile land, Lara’s face was pale, hollowed by years of absolute isolation, and mapped with the faint, silvery traces of old ley-line burns along her collarbones.

Sia's eyes teared up as she read the name written over it. ' From Lara '

“Men who need mothering and support, men who make you feel that you’re the one in the driver’s seat. Maybe if I’d wept and plucked violin strings instead of demanded, you would’ve come to me instead...” “Don’t be gross.” Lara was trembling with a rage that was becoming increasingly hard to control. “I would never have come to you. I hated you for your primitive way of looking at a woman…” “I’m not primitive.” The insertion was immensely quiet but the temperature had shot up. “I have Greek blood.” For a split second, Lara was tempted to laugh. Such unconcealed pride and arrogance dwelt in that assurance! But then she clashed with golden eyes that burned with the ferocity of a tiger about to p

Lara watched Roberts speak to Karen and felt disappointed when she found Rachna was in the US, feeling defeated again in their battle of wits. Lara felt a pang of disappointment at another setback. Lara had always prided herself on her ability to outsmart Rachna and come out on top, but this turn of events left her feeling defeated once again. However, she refused to let this setback deter her. Instead, she saw it as a new challenge, an opportunity to prove herself even more. With a renewed determination, Lara vowed to work twice as hard, to seize every opportunity that came her way, and to show Rachna that she was still a formidable opponent.

Lara can easily see a shyness on her face which came from Ronin’s name. Lara asked her, “Are you smiling? Are you Shying?” Sia said, “What? Are you mad? Why would I be shy?” “But it seems on your face, I didn't say anything wrong.” Lara exclaimed. “What are you saying? I don't know and I don't want to know. Let me cook food for you and everyone else, otherwise aunty will scold me.”Sia said to her because she didn't want to answer anything about Ronin.

' A smile formed unconsciously on his gentle face. "I should get going now, mind telling me your name?" The old woman asked before leaving the family behind. Lara immediately lifted the sides of her skirt and introduced herself "A-ah, nice to meet you, I am Lara Gre── ah, Lara." Truly, one's birthplace and last name is hard to forget. Bernadeth was taken aback, 'This lady's etiquette just now tells me that she's from a noble family, but why is she here? Hmmm ... I shouldn't ask questions, Celestine is the one who brought them here in the first place.'

The girl looked at Lucas with extreme disdain, "You only need to tell me if you are from the Realm City or not!" Hearing this, the onlookers all looked at Lucas with pity. They had guessed Lucas' ending, thinking that it would be extremely tragic. "What if I don't tell you?" Lucas looked at Lara with a playful expression. Lara was stunned. She had been the apple of her family's eye since she was born. And no one had ever dared to say so to her. Lara stared at Lucas and said, "I order you to say it!" Hearing this, Lucas smiled frankly and looked at Lara indifferently.

Only with enough to let her survive in that lonely palace filled with rats. Lara grew up not knowing the truth, she was only told that she was a lowly maid’s daughter and that she was undeserving of the title of princess. Her little child's heart was left with a huge scar. Only after several years, and with the help of that man, she learned about the truth. The saddening truth. Lara wanted revenge, revenge for the sad ending of her mother, revenge for the years she spent in torture inside that Palace. Revenge for the scorn the Kingdom gave her.