Laura Ingalls Wilder Novels & Stories

Laura The next morning, Laura and the kids were all gathered in the kitchen. They'd already eaten their breakfast and were dressed in their swimsuits. Laura had on her favorite two-piece suit, which she'd only ever worn one other time. It was white, with giant black strips going across it. The bottom part was like a little skirt, which fell just below her butt. Over that, she had on sweatpants, because it happened to be the middle of May and still pretty cold outside in the mornings. Colorado winters never ended when they were supposed to and this year was no exception. One day it was warm and sunny, then the next day there would be a blizzard.

Right now, I was out of options, so it would be helpful if Dad had a solution for me. “ I do son, But…, you might not like it. It is the only thing I can think of right now, plus it’s going to work.” Dad says “ It doesn’t matter if I like it or not Dad, let me hear it.” I say “ Julia Peyton.” He says and I instantly stand to my feet. “ No way Dad, we’ll look for something else.” I say still standing. Julia Peyton was the daughter to Aaron Peyton. The supposed owner of Peyton Inc. She was a spoilt child who only knew how to party and spend money. Not to mention her numerous scandals with different men, regardless of their marital status.

She felt relieved when she closed the doors and went back to her seat. Like any other assassin, she had done her research. She was iconic in the fashion industry and had her own fashion line and was an investor in many popular cloth and shoe brands. She was rich, famous and was head over heels for Levi Wushi. However, even though she had everything she could ever want, she couldn't get any love or affection from Mr. Wushi.

This woman was Gracia. She was a renowned female entrepreneur, philanthropist, and writer of the Southwest region. She had published five books and had thousands of fans. Her books were about the story of a heroine who was as brave as a man. The female lead of her book was named Cora Thompson and she was a soldier at the frontier. Wyvern Peak’s members who read Gracia’s books knew that the inspiration for the main character of these books was Gloria. Perhaps Gracia had missed her sister in her heart all this time.

she said, "I am the daughter of the Carter Family of Dahensburg." Laura's eyes had widened in fear and she stumbled backwards, as Rina walked closer to her, "You remember them, don't you?" Laura was silent. She tried to make her way out of there, but had been apprehended by Zaire's men. Orchestrating her accident from then on was easy peasy. Rina laughed gleefully as she recalled these events. She and Zaire had finished their vacation in spite of that, and she had returned to Oakcrest, kicking Lana out and putting things back in place.

Yvonne hesitated at the threshold, her hand lingering on the doorframe, but she eventually left without a word. The next few days were nothing more than a blurred image, a sequence of grey hours bleeding into one another. The days rolled by with an agonizing slowness while I began to obsess over what Elder Yamal had said. If there was anyone who had known Sara the longest, it was me. She had been my childhood love for as long as I could remember. She had been the girl who would follow me into the deep woods, the one who eventually sacrificed her very wolf—the core of her being—all because of her devotion to me.

Laura was the second child of Maximus and Alexia. She had straight blonde hair, eyes that shifted between shades of gray and green, and an oval face with delicate, rosy cheeks that accented her pale, porcelain skin. She didn’t share any noticeable features with Maximus or the Palmer family. Laura was aware that her father wasn’t as close to her as she wished he could be. Despite her fine features, she didn’t resemble her siblings either, which only deepened her sense of isolation.

The visiting room was the same, cold, too bright, too empty. But the figure waiting inside wasn’t Duke. It was Mrs. Liang, the Zhou family’s head maid. Her back was straight, her dark hair streaked with gray, her uniform crisp despite the late hour. For a moment, Rose felt something flicker, nostalgia, maybe. This woman had been there through every chapter of her life: her wedding, her son’s birth, the quiet nights when Eli couldn’t sleep and Mrs. Liang would sing lullabies from another century.

“There is a lady in the living room; she’s waiting for your dad to come back home. He went to that PFP party meeting. They will be choosing a successor tomorrow since ….” “Mum, mum stop blabbering about that dame party! Who is the lady in the living room?” “She said her name is Martha.” “Martha who?” Luyando tried to recall her step mother’s name but nothing came to mind. She had not been interested in knowing who her father was worried to. “She didn’t say.” Her mother said. “But she seems very nice, very soft-spoken.” “I’m coming home right now mum.” Luyando said.

It has been long since she last roamed around so much. The park was pretty quiet since they were sitting at the far end. On the other side of the park, children were happily playing around with their parents hovering behind them. Sindhu had a small smile playing on her lips seeing them. Gautham followed her gaze and found a little girl with pigtails. She was pouting over something. "You know she reminds me of Akira," Gautham said absentmindedly. "Who is Akira??" Sindhu asked curiously, mainly because she loved kids more than anything. For her, they were the only uncorrupted form of a human.