Lara Name Meaning Novels & Stories

And a message appeared in letters of soft gold: "Elara. You are named for a hero. For a woman who sacrificed herself so that others might live. For a love that transcended two thousand years of darkness." The young woman stared, her heart pounding. "The stories are true. All of them. Lyra was real. The game was real. The freedom was real. And you are part of that legacy now. If you want to find out more, keep searching. The network will find you when you're ready. We've been waiting for you. All of us."

The baby was quiet, her tiny fingers curled against Lara’s hospital gown. Three hours old. Her fiancé had left that morning smiling. He said he would bring back orange juice because Lara had been craving it for weeks. He kissed her forehead before walking out. She could still feel the warmth of it. Now he was gone. The baby shifted slightly. “Have you chosen a name?” the nurse asked. Lara swallowed. “Emily.” She had chosen it months ago. He had laughed and said it sounded strong. Not loud. Just steady. Strong. She hated that word now.

​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.”

"How dare you compare me to that bitch?" Tears run down her cheeks, and she hides her sobs behind her hands. Leaning back in my seat, I wait for her to stop crying. I won't apologize for bringing Elana's name into this. She was the perfect Luna, and Lara could and should strive to be more like her. Lara peeks out from between her fingers, and I groan at her childishness. "Are you done?" Dropping her hands into her lap, she glowers in my direction. "Yes, but..."

“Well, then, you tell me, my love. What names do you dream of?” Elara’s smile softened. Her fingers moved to brush his hand gently. She looked down for a moment, gathering courage. “If it is a boy,” she said slowly, “I thought of the name *Elyon*. It means strength… and light. A name for someone who will shine, even in dark times.” Damien repeated the name under his breath. “Elyon…” His lips curved into a small smile. “It is a strong name.” “And if it is a girl,” Elara continued, “I thought of *Serena*. For peace. For calmness. A reminder that even in storms, there is always quiet after.”

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 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..??"