Lara Raj Katseye Novels & Stories

Chander's sudden interruption brought her back. "Miss Hila, let me help you take care of the other eleven." She didn't feel light headed or drunk anymore. "Why would you help me? You are in no position to gain anything from their deaths and if you are, just shut it and consider yourself lucky that your competition just got lower." She took off the robe and was left covered by a tiny sleeveless navy blue dress that barely covered even half her thighs. The pair of linen dolphin shorts of the same color loosely swayed as she moved towards him.

Her sharp features were softened by a warm smile, and her eyes held a spark of determination. Eden stood up from his chair, a hint of respect in his eyes. "Stassie, meet Lara Larka," he introduced, gesturing towards the woman. "She's your new boss. You'll be working under her." Lara extended her hand towards me, her grip firm and confident. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Stassie," she said, her voice carrying a note of authority. "I look forward to working with you."

So cool! As I pick up, he speaks, not waiting to hear my hello. "It's Raj. You are required on the tenth floor in the CEO's cabin right now." And he keeps his side of the phone without hearing me say bye. What a weirdo! I reach the tenth floor in no time. I see to my right there is a small glass cabin where a muscular, well-built guy is biting his lips seductively while he types on his phone quickly. Wait.. Is he sexting in office?

Popular Designer, Lara Zhang, and Well-Known Businessman, Ryan Davidson, set to announce their engagement. Lara stared at the huge tv screen in her living room, smiling in satisfaction as she sipped from the glass of juice in her hold, while reading the entertainment news headline over and over again.

It felt like I was trapped in a telenovela, and I wasn’t sure if I was the heroine or the villain. “I met this guy in a club once,” Lara said, flipping her blonde hair over her shoulder. “He was tall, had these piercing blue eyes, and he looked rich.” I arched a brow at her, taking in the way she dripped in luxury; a Chanel dress, Prada sunglasses, a Rolex peeking from beneath her sleeve. “And why would that even matter? You’re already rich.” She waved a dismissive hand. “Oh, please. It never hurts to have a richer boyfriend.”

Rajata asked as he started the car engine. “On the Millennium Tower.” “Okay,” said Rajata, as he drove the car leaving the café. On the way home, the radio station that was monitored in the car played The Groove’s song … How can you come to my dream Even though I didn’t miss you for a second … “What a strange song,” commented Kalyana. “Suitable for accompanying strange nights,” said Rajata, “learning about Larasati, a person you have never met, then miss Narendra, who you also have never met.”

Lara scoffed as she jeered, "If she doesn't care about it, she would've rejected it. Look at what she said last time, she obviously has her eyes on these shares, and she's even accepted them now. This means that she wants them. She's been studying to be a doctor overseas, and everyone knows it's a long study period. How much can she earn in these few years?" "Even if she stays in Terahis Grove, she might've done something for it. We should really look into her relationship with Sean Anderson!" Lara was livid, so her words were malicious. "That Sean is a cripple, and this kind of person is a pervert to some extent. It's possible that he likes women with children like Molly."

She seems absorbed in staring at the garden that serves as their backdrop. "Aunt... Is there a problem?" Clara, the woman, asks cautiously. She met Larasati at a charity event four years ago and has encountered her in many other activities since. Larasati runs a foundation for the differently-abled, a fact she keeps hidden from the public eye. Clara was taken aback and impressed by Larasati's warm personality behind her frugal smile. Larasati has also contributed significantly to Clara's rise in the modeling world, even helping her lobby various parties when she was just starting out. Back then, Clara's name was nowhere near as illustrious as it is now. Clara feels indebted to this beautiful

The smell hits me, and I grimace. "Audrey," I say in a warning tone, "that better not be—" "TEQUILA!" She yells and I groan. Tequila is the sure-fire way to get me both hammered and horny, and she damn well knows this. "Come on, Kat," she says in her sweetest voice, pouting at me then grinning at Dan. She passes Mark a glass. "Why are there five?" I ask her.

Lara saw Joseph frown a little, and he asked, "What kind of job are you looking for? How old are you?" Joseph observed that Lara was a young lady, even though she looked mature with bigger breasts and a sexy, curvy shape with a big butt. Lara still looked younger in her face, and her soft voice was enough to tell him that she wasn't up to the age of 22 years, if he guessed her age correctly. Lara answered, "I'm 20 years old, but I'll be 21 this year." Joseph said, "Okay. So what kind of job do you want to go out there to find? Are you a graduate of any university or polytechnic?"