Laura Dern Book Novels & Stories

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.

When Conal is safe, she will return to Montana to fulfill her promise to Harem Henry. As for Laura, since that day, she has not been seen approaching or doing anything dangerous to Conal. Sometimes Laura would go into Conal's office to deliver documents, but she didn't do anything, and Azura was there too. Even so, Azura was always restless. Because Laura was a cunning vampire, even she had no idea what she would do next. Sometimes she caught Laura's lustful eyes looking at Conal like she was looking at the prey before her, making Azura feel uncomfortable. At that time, Azura just wanted to kill her immediately. "Azura, what are you thinking?" Conal's voice startled her. She looked up at him

Was he begging me not to harm his daughter? Or begging her not to hurt me? I couldn’t tell. I didn’t care. Laura had been circling me from the moment I arrived. Whispering. Undermining. Plotting. She wanted to be Luna. She thought it was hers by birthright. But she was wrong. And I was done hiding. It was time to show her exactly who the Luna is. Smoke curled like serpents between us, blackening the sky and searing my lungs. Laura bared her teeth, blood slicking her jaw, her claws twitching with anticipation. Her golden eyes burned—not with fire, but poison.

"My father wasn't double minded, and neither was he confused. I don't know if the sickness messed with his head. I asked my mother, she said she knew nothing about it." Something doesn't add up and I think if Liam hadn't killed his father, he'd have found out. "His last words were..'Get that book to Denver'. I've read that book over and over again, Laura. There's nothing else of significance in there besides the will." "Wait. Does all of this have something to do with the orphanage?" He looks up at me again, I know I'm right. God. Laura, you fucked this one up. You see that never judge a book by its cover rule? That's going to be my slogan henceforth.

Laura's eyes flicked from Jenine's face to the book in her hand and back to her face. “Why do you need a diary for…” she sighed. “You know what? I'm not even going to ask. Let's just go. You have a lot to learn.” Their feet thudded the wooden floor board as they walked down. Laura wore the same thing as Jenine—sports bra, joggers, hiking boots. Only her hair wasn't tied in a bun. A headband passed around her short hair keeping them in place. It was still morning. The heat from the sun—warm and soothing—caressed rather than burned against their skins. They came up to the wide expanse of grassland. The perfect place.

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

I could only hope that she would have settled in again by tonight, because otherwise I would be allowed to sleep on the couch one night again - and it was really uncomfortable. Sighing, I leaned back and opened the completely tattered book again, which I actually already knew by heart. But I wanted to repeat as much as possible today so that I could get off to a good start tomorrow. I ran my finger over the familiar table of contents. Foreword, evolution, instinct, social life, physiology, reproduction, ancestry, stem groups and subspecies. How many times had I made this movement with my finger? I couldn't count it anymore, but it was like a little ritual I had to go through before I could s

One of Laura's hobbies was reading. She would spend her time by reading a book at the library when she had no classes or discussed something with her friends at the park. She was a long life learner who liked to gain more knowledge from books and others. Laura still remembered the first time she met with Frederick. Laura usually went to the library by herself without her friends because none of them liked reading books. When she was already in the library, she looked for a book that she wanted to read. She took a book that was written by David Hawkins entitled Letting go.