Laura Griffin Books Novels & Stories

She kept glancing at her watch and the road expectantly. "What's keeping him", she mumbled, quite frustrated from waiting. Laura gazed around for a while and finally spotted an empty bench under a tree adjacent the school premises. She hived a sigh and crossed over to the bench. After settling in, she rummaged through her bag and brought out a novel, "MY REFLECTION" by Otu Harriet. She was a fun of novels and Harriet was one of her favourite authors. She started reading with rapt attention. Ben smiled, wearing a mischievous look. Patrick and Fred glanced at him, wondering what he was thinking of.

Grey rushed to the room as he heard the shouts of Lila and the cry of Laura begging for pardon. “You're leaving this house, Laura. To think that you'll stoop so low to steal after all this family has done for you, I can't allow you to stay here anymore.” Grey stated.“You heard him, Laura. Just leave, please.” Lila said, pushing Laura, who was on her knees, begging for pardon. “I…I have a confession, ma’am. You need to know that they're not your family. They're deadly!” Laura lamented as soon as Grey stepped out. “Your food was...”

Reaching up, I grasped it like a lifeline. “I made coffee,” she said. “We bake cookies!” Gracie exclaimed, tugging on Laura’s hand. “Come, Nana L, come hab cookies!” Laura hesitated, and I smiled grimly. “I’d like a moment with Graham alone if that’s okay. Maybe you can visit with the girls for a while and join us?” I sighed. “I have something I’d like to say to you as well, Laura.” She crossed her arms. “So do I.”

She didn’t. She dragged Grace upstairs, and before I could blink, I was explaining everything, how I learned to make lotions and creams from Laura, one of my favorite foster moms. How Laura was a Wiccen, gentle and earthy, always humming while she worked. How she taught me which plants soothe burns, which help with sleep, which calm anxiety.

She was not having these fake smiles they were all putting up. “Laura, is something wrong? If you want a groom the madam can take care of that” Madam Grace tried to ease the situation but Laura only laughed maniacally" I don't want her charity. All of you may pretend to be happy but I know you are just waiting for the right time to show your true colors. You can't be satisfied with just being made” she lamented bitterly. Serving all her life, she had always had someone to give her the orders and ensure they were followed. She has never had it her way.

"In my room!" Laura climbed the sweeping staircase, still buzzing with restless energy from the lunch meeting. She found Laurette sprawled across her king-sized bed, scrolling through her phone, looking like a mirror image of herself in designer lounge wear that probably cost more than most people's rent. "Guess who I saw today," Laura said, dropping onto the bed beside her sister. Laurette didn't look up from her phone. "Grayson Cross, obviously. Did it go well? Did you close the deal?"

“Well, maybe she doesn’t want to harm her friend. Grace isn’t the main target, after all.” “Loyalty means nothing to Laura. She just uses people and discards them when they’re no longer needed. She must find Grace useful if she’s keeping the girl by her side, but she hates losing and especially hates feeling that something is being taken away from her. Laura saw the kiss, I’m sure of it. If she’s the stalker, she won’t leave it alone... she’ll definitely try to destroy Grace’s reputation like she’s done to me.” Julian sips his coffee thoughtfully.

Another grab for the book and some food, then I crossed my legs and opened my reading books while I ate my sandwich heartily. "Are you reading that ham again?" I felt Wynn's gaze more than I saw him. "It can't be that interesting." But she could only say that because she didn't read anything but mindless teen magazines. "I am learning. Give it a try, it's good for your future. "

She had been worried about Laura's distant behavior lately, as she seemed to be withdrawing from the rest of the family. But now, seeing Laura and Anna walking together, laughing and enjoying each other's company, Mrs. Gray felt a sense of relief. It seemed that Laura had found someone to relate to in Anna, who was expecting Stephen's child. Mrs. Gray's heart swelled with joy, knowing that Laura had found a companion in Anna, someone to share her thoughts and laughter with. Mrs. Gray watched them for a moment longer, observing the genuine smiles on their faces and the easy way they moved together. She could see that Laura was at ease in Anna's presence, and it warmed her heart to see her dau

I whisper. “I know. But it’s all right.” She draws a shallow breath. “Your mother would be so proud of the woman you became. I am too. Every day.” I lean down and rest my forehead against the back of her hand. Kieran’s palm settles on the back of my neck, warm and steady, anchoring me while the grief rises hard and fast. Laura’s voice is softer now. “Tell Callum the stories. The real ones. Not just the easy ones. Tell him about the kitchen, and the lake, and how his great-grandmother never once let you feel alone. Make sure he knows he comes from stubborn women who loved fiercely.”