Lara Name Meaning Novels & Stories

How mother Colia? Cause my parents named me Lara not Gilgi. And yes, I had a TWIN. We were both young, and I lost my memories about him. But I am Lara not Gilgi. Lara said with certainty. If her parents named her Gilgi, she would definitely know about that. An Gilgi.... What kind of name is that? It doesn't feel like a human name? She thought. Yes dear, it isn't a human name because you posses powers no man can stand. The old woman said, startling Lara.

If only those men had given her a chance to explain, she could have found a way to settle her father’s debt without resorting to this. But there was no turning back. Lara was a woman of honor. Her mother had been a waitress, but she had always advised Lara against following in her footsteps. She encouraged her to aim for a better life, and that’s exactly what Lara had been striving for. Sometimes, however, no matter how much one avoids wrongdoing, no matter how hard one tries to resist temptation, circumstances force you to make difficult choices. “Hurry up, Venus! Your clients are waiting. Make me proud, and don’t embarrass me!” Nati’s voice echoed outside the dressing room.

Niyi had refused; their mother had given her orders to stop doing Lara’s work for her. “Mummy’s back,” she panted. “She’s with Lade now, giving her the talk.” Lade was Lara’s identical twin sister. According to everyone who had seen them before, they were alike to the bone. They looked like mirror images of each other. But, it was there their similarities ended. While Lade was very quiet, shy and introspective, Lara was more like a whirlwind. Still, they managed to get on with each other remarkably well.

She didn’t mention anything about her obsession with me, although it was her obsession that was stopping her even at this moment from ruining my reputation. With one last glance at me, Lara looks forward again, this time her head held high. “My name is Lara Ahdieur, and I was born in a really sheltered family. People barely knew my parents, so it was no surprise when only a handful of people showed up in both of their funerals. I have lived a dangerous and ugly life, I have done things not many people will appreciate, but here’s the thing, I’m not looking for appreciation. No one cared when life was a living hell for me; no one spoke up then, what makes them think they can speak now?”

There was a girl name Lara she is sweet and kind but she works as a waitress she is so poor that she hardly can pay her college dues. after some days there is a call from the administration office of her colleagues that they decline the application for her scholarship!!! she become so sad that she sadly walked on the road and suddenly she sat down on the road and started crying loudly and suddenly there was a truck coming with speed and hit her and she died ** And then she reborn she goes. back to the time when she was still in school she goes back 5 years and then she decided to change her destiny then she starts going to school regularly she met her old friends and she felt very happy ther

"What is your first name? If I may ask. ¨My name is Lara, Doctor" "Beautiful name, Lara....so what can I do for you today?" "Well....i...i keep having these strange dreams and....i have a feeling that somebody's watching me with bad intent!....my boyfriend thinks I'm crazy....i don't know what to do anymore Doctor, i can't sleep anymore....i...i need help, I NEED YOU!" She says with a cute lttle pout. Dear Lord....now what?

I dropped. “Whattttttttttttttttttttttt?” she screamed loudly this time. “Is he crazy?” she questioned angrily and stood up abruptly, her two hands on her waist. “Calm down, Lara.” “There’s no way I’m calming down, Lea!” she barked and almost made me jump. One thing you should run from was Lara’s anger and right now she was currently boiling. “Who is he?” she demanded. “His name is Ace.”

A recognition of this new equilibrium, this perfect balance embodied in one tiny life. "What will you name her?" Sage asked from where she stood near the foot of the bed, her eyes bright with unshed tears. I looked at Xander, who nodded encouragingly. We had discussed names, but had waited to make our final choice until we met our child. Now, gazing into those extraordinary eyes, I knew exactly what she should be called. "Lyra," I said softly. "It means 'the harp' in Latin—an instrument that bridges worlds through music." I stroked her downy head. "And in Norse mythology, Lyra was a constellation created by Odin himself, a light to guide travelers home."

However, Lara was naive and didn’t understand why her dad was holding her back. She shook off his hand, limped to Luna and pointed at her nose. “Listen to me, you freak of nature. You will kneel down and apologize to me at once!” She raised her foot to kick Luna in the knees, but Luna stepped away and avoided it. Johnnie hissed under his breath and grabbed his daughter again. “Dad, why exactly are you stopping me?” Lara shouted at her father.

I did not know if Adonai and Dante had a sister or relative. “And you are?” I asked with a raised brow. Sometimes, I almost forget I am not here as Aria anymore but as a princess. And I would feel intimidated at the first instant when they confront me before I remind myself I am not the slave girl Aria here. The lady laughed as she approached me. “I get we have not been properly introduced,” she said, and dare I say, that smile was intimidating and I was curious to know who she was. “I am Lara.”