Lara Name Meaning Novels & Stories

Thinking about it now, Lara realized that painful things in the past had to happen so that she and Miguel could be together today. "You are fated to be together, Lara. And we are happy for you," Tasya smiled at her softly. "Promise us one thing though." "Hmm?" "No more secrets," Tasya and Chester said in unison. "No more secrets," she promised. "And always take care of yourself, okay?" "I will." The two moved to hug her, with Tasya going first and then Chester. "If your baby was a girl, what would her name be?" Tasya asked.

"You're not in a condition to talk now, Lara. I called a taxi for you to go home, and we'll wait for it to arrive..." "Oh, I don't want them to see me like this, especially Lipe, Clara, I'll stay here." Clara would think about it later, why she didn't want Lipe, in particular, to see her like this. Lara didn't even realise when Clara put her in the taxi, almost dragging her. Lara was thin, but weighed a lot, and it took a long time to pull her away from the wall and make her stand on her own and take steps to the car. As soon as they got into the car, Lara rested her head on the seat and seemed to fall asleep. Clara could now take a better look at her. She was truly beautiful, relaxed as she

He noticed that she had this serious look on her face and decided to compose himself. “Seems like the words of a wise man” Liam muttered. “Yeah, my father’s words. Do you think he will be looking down at me from the stars too?” Lara asked softly, looking up to the stars. “Yeah, he sure would” Lara flashed a smile as she focused intently on the stars. Sadness slowly creeping into her eyes and Liam noticed it and tried to change the topic. “What if the old woman we seek is already in the stars looking down at us?”

Lia informed and Lara chuckled. “I told you. Love can make people do so many nasty things.” Lara said while putting a well-cut piece of meat in her mouth. They were only two at the table but the table was well decorated and give a vibe of rich dining. Lara was slowly twirling her wine glass and taking sips in the middle. Her aura screams for money, but only Lia knew how vicious she is from the inside. From Childhood, she has seen how her mom cared for her image rather than anything.

Lara said, waving a hand dramatically as she dropped onto the leather sofa. “Kian and Kiera? Please. They have your stubborn eyes and her perfect smile. Anyone with half a brain can tell.” “You tailed Benny too?" I asked, raising my brow at her. She would only know that if she had tailed him. “Yes, I was curious." She shrugged. I stood up slowly and walked over to the bar in the corner of the room and poured myself a glass of water, my mind restless. “They’re beautiful,” Lara continued, almost dreamily. “Ivana must have raised them well. I can’t wait to meet them properly. I want to wrap my arms around them and just spoil them for days.”

I pulled Lara to the side. “Did you know?” I asked her. Her eyes were still knitted into a frown. “Know what?” I glanced back at the table, to be sure that Tara wasn't listening to our conversation. “Your daughter? Did you know about her gift?” Her frown deepened. “What are you talking about, Lenora? What gift are you talking about?” She really didn't know! Typical. “Your daughter is a special child. She's a seer, Lara. Did you know about it?”

Lara's husband! "S-Seno?"

Melvin smiled down at her, wonder painting his features. “What do you want to name her?” he asked. Lola traced a fingertip along her daughter’s cheek. “I was thinking ‘Elara.’ It means ‘bright star.’” Melvin’s smile widened. “Elara Walker.” Then he looked at Lola, cheeks warming. “If that’s okay.” Lola’s heart fluttered. “It’s perfect.” The nurse returned with paperwork, and the three of them filled it out together. Each signature felt like a small, quiet vow, not binding them through obligation or grief, but through love and possibility.

A single, large seed-ship sat on the launch pad, its silver hull reflecting the glow of the lagoon. Lara stood at the base of the ramp, her hair braided tight, her face set with a fierce, quiet determination. She looked like me, but without the scars. She looked like Leo, but without the shadows. I walked up to her, the seed pod nestled in my palms. The crowd of family and friends fell silent, the only sound the rhythmic lapping of the tide against the docks. "Lara," I said, my voice steady. "You are carrying the breath of the atoll to a place that has never known a breeze. You are carrying the light of the Luna-Bloom to a place that has only known the dark."

"Tragic, isn't it? All those years I looked up to you. Thought you were unbreakable." Victor's counterattack nearly caught my shoulder. He was tiring but still deadly. "Unbreakable? No one is. But I tried to make you strong. Strong enough to lead, not follow rabble like that Omega girl and her friends." "Lara," I corrected through gritted teeth, feinting left then striking right. "Her name is Lara, and she's worth ten of you. Every choice I made with her was better than your path." He parried desperately. "She'll drag you down. They all will. The Betas, the rebels. This tower is the last stand for order."