Laura Doyle Book Novels & Stories

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.

As soon as the meeting ended, Audrey and Elliot signaled to set the tables for lunch. Down the corridor, Laura and Grace were staring each other down. "Laura, if he really wrote her name, that would have been the first thing I would tell you," Grace replied. Laura didn't believe her; how would he write a book about her without including the first name of her mother, even if he didn't know her last name? "I don't believe you, Grace; you have always been a lying gold digger," Laura stated.

"How can I be jealous of a woman who I never knew? I tend to erase the women you were with before you met me. I don't want to be psychotic like Heather." Liam laughed. "I'm being serious here, Liam. Who is Kala?" He hovered his naked and broad chest above me, and the hungry look in his eyes was scary yet. I'm not afraid, but I like this feeling of being the prey of this handsome majestic creature. "Kala was a woman who was our neighbor and friend that looked after us since Rex was born." Oh...

She wanted in—into rooms that mattered, into whispers that shaped markets and marriages alike. Into the Emerald Women’s Society. Clarance lifted her phone, scrolling idly, waiting. The bell above the café door chimed. Laura swept in like she belonged there, cream-colored coat draped carelessly over her shoulders, eyes scanning until they landed on Clarance. Her face lit up immediately, excitement barely contained as she made her way across the room. “Clarance,” Laura breathed as she slid into the seat opposite her. “I thought I’d be late.” “You’re right on time,” Clarance said smoothly. “Sit.”