Laura Hale Novels & Stories

Melissa what are you doing in there, I heard the princess Luciana calling out to me and I immediately swam out of the room. "Am sorry my princess I'm just arranging the room" I said to her and she rolled her eyes sitting down and ordering me to fix her hair. My name is Melissa and I'm a blued tail mermaid slave. I work in the palace as the princess Luciana's maid. I was taken in as a palace slave when my mother committed a crime. She fell in love with a human and got pregnant for the human an act which is a crime in Atlantica.

"I'm tired. I hurt. And listening to you two fight about what I can and can't do isn't helping." Dante looked ashamed. "Laura, I'm sorry. I just—" "I know." She gave him a weak smile. "But right now I need to see Mira. This wound isn't healing right." Within minutes, they were back at the main healers' tent. But instead of Mira they saw Elder Thea, an ancient woman with silver hair and knowing eyes who was respected by all the packs and had decided to join the fight. She took one look at Laura's shoulder and frowned.

Cadence was listening to this conversation, ascertaining that the woman on the ground was a fellow Hunter, named Laura, though she had no idea who she was. She gave access to Laney so that she could see what was happening with her sister. Simultaneously, she was listening to the ramblings of an apparently insane Rogue Vampire, trying to justify to his brother why he didn't bother to tell him that the woman he loved, the one he planned to turn into a Vampire, could never be turned.

Alpha’s daughter? “Oh,” it whispered, voice like gravel. “Even better.” Laura backed away slowly, but she could feel it now. The tremble in her hands. The burn in her ribs. She’d wasted too much strength in the hunt, in the fight. And now she was the offering. Helda had already started crawling backward, her arms trembling as she tried to disappear into the thickets. She didn’t even look at Laura again. She just ran. Laura stared after her for half a heartbeat.

For the sake of Ericson who had lost all hope in me, and the Crescent who had mocked me to shame, I must find the answers to all of my questions. "Crying won't save you from this, Crescent. Tell me what I need to know, and I may let you walk out if this." "Her name's Laura." Finally. "Who the hell is Laura?" I retrieved the chair from where it fell, and sank myself into it. "She's the dark sorceress who carries out the diabolism." He sniffed, and coughed. The wolfsbane and silver particles in his system where breaking down his immunity quicker than I thought.

Kiara cut in. "Look who is talking, a pathetic slave who eat the leftover of the Alpha's." Brenda said. "Well, for your information, Kiara is not a slave in this palace, she is my sister and she has an equal respect with you or even more." Laura replied. "And who are you to decide that?" Brenda asked. "Do I need to answer that? I guess you know who I am, incase if you had forgotten, I am Laura, the Luna of blood pack and Alpha Vincent mate, is that enough explanation for you or you need more?" Laura answered.

This can't be. This can't be true... I'M IN THE BODY OF HILARY!

"Grayson Cross, obviously. Did it go well? Did you close the deal?" "No, I'm talking about someone else." Laura's voice took on a sharp edge. "Shayla." "Which Shayla?" Laurette was still scrolling, barely paying attention. "How many Shaylas do you know?" Laura snatched the phone from her sister's hand. "Shayla Hale, of course. Our darling stepsister. And you'll never guess where I saw her." That got Laurette's attention. She sat up, her eyes widening. "Where?" "At the meeting with Grayson Cross. As his personal assistant." Laura practically spat the last two words.

Chander's sudden interruption brought her back. "Miss Hila, let me help you take care of the other eleven." She didn't feel light headed or drunk anymore. "Why would you help me? You are in no position to gain anything from their deaths and if you are, just shut it and consider yourself lucky that your competition just got lower." She took off the robe and was left covered by a tiny sleeveless navy blue dress that barely covered even half her thighs. The pair of linen dolphin shorts of the same color loosely swayed as she moved towards him.

I hung up, forehead against greasy metal, fighting the urge to run into traffic. The library, then. Inside, it smelled like paper and quiet mercy. I logged onto a public computer under a false name and typed Aria Cross. She wasn’t a ghost. She was everywhere—articles, a firm bio, a fundraiser photo with her arm around a woman in a lab coat. Caption: Dr. Hana Hale (ER) & Attorney Aria Cross (Family Law). Relief hit so sharply it stung my eyes. Family law. Someone who fought for people who had already lost.