Lara Tyber Novels & Stories

CELEBRATION AND NEW FRIENDS "Sorry?" Lara looked at Martha, still holding her hand, with a look of confusion. "What do you mean you're not a model?" "Just not, I guess." Lara pulled her hand away. "I work cleaning here in the condominium. I clean my friends' houses every day, one house at a time." Lara distanced herself from the girl, looked at Lipe and said, "She's crazy," then went to fetch her purse and take a good sip. The pool had been forgotten; the dive would have to wait.

I was stunned into silence; Lara spoke on. "Meet me at noon. I stay on the fifth floor, in the last apartment to your right. I’ll be waiting.” She rose and walked to the door. “One last thing.” She called. “I swear to the gods, I have no ulterior motives. And I am excited for this.” She said with a smile on her face. She was good-looking; I could understand why Alexander picked her. … I watched as Aric gave instructions to the Trainees, teaching them how to deliver an unexpected strike against their opponent. They listened intently. He spotted me and waved; I waved back. The moment he was done with them, he walked to me.

Mr Joe wanted his best detective to be in his best shape when he resumes his duties at the station; he was a good boss who actually cared for his staff. Ryan complained of being bored and tired of staying at the hospital but no one paid any attention to him. ****** Lara jumped down from a taxi in front of the hospital in a pair of black heeled zip-up strap booths. She was wearing a pair of tight blue jeans and a white turtle neck knitted sweater, she was ready to begin her acting job. So far she had been able to fool the detective and she was well pleased with that fact.

“Nothing important.” Lara narrowed her eyes at him. “Liar.” He raised an eyebrow but didn’t respond. Her lips curled into a knowing smirk. “It’s a woman, isn’t it?” Levi’s hand paused briefly before taking another slow sip of his drink. Bullseye. Lara grinned. “Oh my god. I knew it.” “You don’t know anything,” Levi muttered. “That’s exactly what someone hiding something would say.” Lara leaned closer, eyes twinkling with mischief. “So, tell me—what kind of woman is keeping my dear Kuya up at night?”

--- PERSONAL FILE Name: Lara Age: 27 Marital Status: Married. Husband: Alpha Lucien of the Wildfang wolf clan. Clan Status: Luna — unmatched bond, not marked. NOTABLE TRAITS: No inner wolf awakened. Quiet and composed under pressure. Demonstrates unusual emotional endurance and steadiness in difficult environments. Observed to be deeply loyal even where loyalty has not been returned. Carries herself with a natural dignity that does not match her recorded station. ---

I thundered. They flinched and the woman closest to me raised a finger and glanced at Lena. “We begged her to leave but she wouldn't budge. She said she wanted to do this herself and we… we…” her breath swallowed her voice. Lena took a step forward, her eyes glued to her feet. “It's true Alpha, I just wanted to be useful around here,” “Useful? You call this useful?” I said with a stern voice, staring at the mess on her Apron and the utensils that were all over the floor.

He was clapping and shouting while Troy struggled to sing the correct lyrics, but he knew the tune. "Hey, Tabitha kicked. She wanted to join in the fun, "Lara, their mother, announced. Harriet used her right hand to feel her wife’s tummy. He felt a strong kick as he placed his palm on top. She’s about to give birth the following month. What a strong lady! Hang in there, princess. You’re about to see the most beautiful woman in the world. " Lara looked at Harriett dreamily. I’m so lucky to have you in my life, Travis. Thank you for everything. " Lara held her husband’s hand and gazed at Terrence and Troy, who were busy fighting for the last piece of a cookie.

Her breath caught in her throat, her pulse quickening with a mix of terror and disbelief. "No, Cyrus, please!" Lara's voice trembled as she pleaded, her eyes searching his face for any sign of recognition, any flicker of the man she once knew. "I know you're not bad. You’re just under Thana's control. Fight it! Remember who you are—remember Tribiano, our pack! You once swore loyalty to me, to Magnus, to our people. Please, spare my life!" Her voice cracked, thick with desperation.

I slowly picked up the torn pieces of cloth from the ground, each piece cutting deeper than the last. "Lucy, I want to bring Kiara home." My voice was hoarse as I hugged the sealed bag in my arms. The next day, Lara's arrest was trending. Her own fans had turned on her, and everyone on the Internet was tearing into her for being ungrateful. "Wait, she cut the last gift her mother died to make for her?" "How dare she call herself a dancer? That's a disgrace to the stage." "One million dollars in damages plus prison time. Serves her right."