Laura Dern Book Novels & Stories

"Or at least, I've read about it." Dante's head snapped toward her. "Where?" "In Zephyr's library," she explained. "When I was staying with Shadowfang. There were old books, legends about ancient magic that could corrupt living beings." "Dark magic?" Dante's voice was tight with anger. Laura nodded slowly. "The darkest kind." Renn suddenly went still, his body rigid. The pack members holding him down exchanged uncertain glances. "Is he—?" one began. Renn's eyes snapped open. Laura felt her blood freeze. His eyes were completely black, empty of any recognition or humanity.

I probed. “Yes, fucking yes!” She snapped. “Holy Christ! Laura, I thought you were intelligent. I fucked you that night because you seem bold and smart, what happened to the bold Laura of that night? “She is gone, Alexander. She is gone. She wasn't bold either, she was just horny and unbothered,” she explained. “Good. Now, I want you to be either of the two you mentioned. I want you unbothered or horny. Maybe there's something about my touch that makes you genuinely unbothered,* I tried to tease her.

He yelled, and I cringed at how angry he was. "Hey, man, chillax," Liam said calmly to his twin. "I don't know where the hell you hear that from. Don't ever ask about that again," Logan's voice went lower but still angry. I braced myself and took the courage to ask him. "Then what about the book." "What book?" He says in confusion as anger contorted the features of his face. "Your book of names of all the girls you've been in with? They have the start to the end dates next to their names. That book." I look straight into his eyes. "Tell me, Logan. Is my name in the book?"

“Darryl!” At that moment, Laura’s eyes were fixed on Darryl while gritting her teeth and said, “Well, aren’t we fated to meet each other. I’m really lucky. Apart from finding the Dragon Essence, I get to catch you too!” As she said, Laura’s gorgeous face showed a hint of malice “Tell me, how do you want to die?” She then walked over slowly in her high heels with murderous intent! Laura could not hide the fury in her heart upon recalling her sect being destroyed right before her eyes!

But she… didn’t flinch. Lena walked over to a little table display and picked up a thin, cloth-bound book. She walked over to him, holding it out like an offering. *The Quiet Between Lightning Strikes.* A poetry book. The cover was old and nubbly, the title scribbled in fine silver ink. Julian stared at it like it was an alien thing. "What's this?" "A book," she said, smiling. "I told you. I don't—"

Chapter 8. Laura's POV. I enjoyed the time I spent with Dean, and since I didn't want to leave the room yet, or go exploring like he offered, I went back to Alpha Darren's library. I didn't want to stay holed up in his room, but I was also terrified of what the pack members would think of me. I was more terrified of him, but I was ready to take whatever he would give to me while staying in the room. I kept getting flashbacks of my life with my old pack and how I wasn't truly living. All I did was swallow and bear whatever they did to me, hoping I'll survive and sometimes I hoped I'd die, but death never came, endless suffering did.

I should have held on to that dream rather than giving it up for a man like Cahir Armani. "Everyone can tell things aren't working out well between you two," Laura continued. Great, so people were gossiping about me now. "It's no surprise, really." Whatever Laura wanted to say, it would not be pleasant for me to hear. Had she come to goad me into 'trying' to love Cahir? Would she continue to nag at me to 'heal' her Alpha? I didn't want to hear any of it. I went back to reading my book as she reached into the basket at her feet and started to take out sandwiches and drinks.

Laura thought, could it be because she drank too much brandy that she got confused? Laura looked over at Kayler; she grinned mischievously and approached him. She had only taken a few steps when she smelled a strange smell of pheromones invading the room. Her eyes turned burgundy; she was certain that a stranger was there. Laura thought the purpose of these people could only be to save Kayler or target her. He's no longer worth Laura's use anyway, so she will kill him directly to lure the guys here to the face.

Two weeks later; Laura walked down the halls of the valerian castle. A few maids bowed their heads in greeting to the lady. She ignored them all and entered the throne room. “You called for me, your highness?“ “Have you heard from your friend?" Darien asked. “No your highness, I haven't heard from her in weeks.“ Laura would have been worried, but she always heard that she usually writes to Darien, so she rarely worries herself. But now that Darien was questioning her about Belle, she started to worry.

She was a part of Dillon’s life. EVERYTHING Laura had done in the past few months was all part of a master plan to get Dillon back. But then what? What would she even do with Dillon once she had him? Was this all just a game to her? Did she even have any real feelings for Dillon? Or was he just a prize? Was she even capable of having real feelings? It was all so messed up I could barely even think about it. My thoughts landed on something else Laura had said. She wasn’t Ellie or Vivienne. She was WAY worse. Ellie and Vivienne resorted to cliché, low-class things, like kidnapping and blackmailing. Laura was a genius. Her methods of meddling and manipulation were far more subtle, more integrat