Lara Name Meaning Novels & Stories

​Julian and Clara stood between the incubators, looking down at their siblings with a sense of awe that made them look younger than they had in years. ​"They look like us," Clara whispered, touching the glass of the Emerald incubator. ​"They look like a success," Julian added, his eyes meeting Liam’s. ​Liam turned to Elara, who was pale but glowing with a profound, exhausted peace. "We need to name them, Elara. No more codes. No more Emerald and Silver." ​Elara looked at her daughter, then her son. "The girl... I want to name her Aria Vance Sterling. 'Aria' for the breath she fought for, and 'Vance' because she’s going to be the heart of the next mission."

Lara said low, “O do dubhlénaibh is o oícheanna dhorcha, Go gclois mo ghlaoch do neart síoraí. Tabhair domhsa a d’iarr mé, a diabhail mhór a lorgaím. Ó dhubhscáth agus a ríchathaoir, go gclois sé mo guth is go h-onórach é. Éist liom, máistir an uafáis, mise Lara, banphriosta na draíochta arda, tugaim tús leatsa. Tar chun tosaigh sa uair seo. Beir orm i m’ioncall. Malphaus, tar chun tosaigh!”

Now, there was nothing from his end. Lara had been sad all day. When night fell, she dressed up and went to meet her friends. By the time she arrived, everyone was already there. Once they settled, Lara stood with reddened eyes. “I’m sorry for calling you all here,” she began. “It’s important. This group is where it all started. I want to remind you of the bet between me and Martha.”

Reyna said as they walked out of the hall. Lara tried not to roll her eyes as she followed Reyna into the solar. A nanny was there with baby Hira. The two year old ran to meet her mother who took her in her arms. “My Sweet. Mommy has missed you.” Reyna said tenderly kissing her daughter. “And Aunt Lara has missed you too.” Lara forced a smile to hide the hate she had for the child whose birth had ruined her chances of sitting on the throne. Reyna dismissed the nanny and sat with her sister.

Lara was definitely up to something…something that had to do with getting closer to Raven and I knew it was a move driven by jealousy. Women just won't learn to accept the word ‘No’. Lara was a beautiful girl, she came from the line of great Lycan warriors, so she had great strength, the brain, the wit…she had everything benefitting for a god like me but she was just a fuck doll to me, nothing more. I looked down at the pile of documents on my desk, and taking over from Kade has been nothing but stressful. I don't know how anyone can even survive watching the newbies fight.

He arched a brow. “ Elara means light. A guiding force. ” I mumbled, my chest tightening out of nowhere. Alpha Alaric stopped mocking me and instead turned his head straight and stared at me deeply. Holding that intense gaze was impossible for me, so I just looked down and ran my fingers through the palm of my left hand, right over the scar that existed long before my memory started forming. “ Who named you that? ” His velvety voice made me shudder. I sighed, forcing a small smile on my lips. “ I…really don’t know, Alpha. ”

he bowed his head and got out. *************** Lara's POV I finished my coffee and bid bye from my liitle sis... omg ...I should not call her that... mmhmm.... ....from maggie and closed the door. I have to arrive soon at that devil's mansion otherwise... no,I can't even think of the outcome.. When I was in my deep thoughts some suited men's cuffed my hands and pulled me to the black lamborghini car...wait I am familiar with that car. "Aahhh.!!.what the hell??....leave me..what is wrong with you guys??.....oh george, why are you here again..??"

Arthur began the conversation. “Is it true that you are the daughter of Alpha Pascal?” He asked curiously. “Forgive me for asking this out of the blue, but as far as I know, this man only has one daughter.” Lara smiled sadly. All this time, she had lived in her father’s shadow. She wasn’t allowed to leave the house; she wasn’t allowed to make friends. She had to keep herself a secret. Her existence was worthless. “Not many people know that I am his daughter.” Lara replied bitterly. “Because my mother used to be a slave.”

Mari declared. Maximo and Lara look at each other. Maximo mouthed, "Thank you and I love you," to his wife. After a few minutes, the second child came out after Lara used her remaining strength to make it. After she heard the baby's cry, she lost consciousness. However, before she totally lost it, she mentioned the names of each baby. "Maxy-baby please name our baby boy as Maximore Lhor Winston and Maximinian Claire Winston for our princess," Lara weakly said before she fully lost her consciousness.

"I had no idea about any of this, Lara. Then why am I being held captive here?” Lara's lips curled into a cruel smile as she revealed the depths of her resentment. "That's exactly why I made it my life's mission to make you suffer, Liana. So that I would never again feel sorry for myself," she declared, her voice laced with malice. "You had everything, Liana. And I had nothing. It was only fair that I took everything from you.” Shock rippled through me as I processed the enormity of Lara's vendetta against me. “Is that why…. You and James…?”